TRANSIT LITERATURE (Continued) Hearken unto me now therefore, O ye children, and attend to the words of my mouth. Let not thine heart decline to her ways. For she hath cast down many wounded: yea, many strong men have been slain by her. Her house is the way to hell, going down to the chambers of death. An elevated conception of morality, the magnitude of the power of love, moral law operating in the universe, and spiritual growth and refinement are ideals worth projecting before us as guides to worthy living. And these spiritual concepts are only representative of the lofty idealism to be found in the world's great literature. The sustaining and consoling power of literature also adds to its value. Discriminating reading has unburdened many a weary soul. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow recognized this power in literature when he penned these lines: Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. And the night shall be filled with music And the cares, that infest the day. Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away. This soothing power of literature derives in part from the fact that literature releases pent up emotions. The greatest burdens we ever bear are the burdens of the inexpressible. Hamlet recognized this truth when after a partial disclosure of his mother's guilt, he felt the burden of not being able to share his grief with others. This realization prompted his words: "But break my heart, for I must hold my tongue." William Wordsworth gave expression to the same idea in his "Ode on the Intimations of Immortality," where he wrote: To me alone there came a thought of grief. A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong. Malcolm, in Shakespeare's Macbeth, instructs Macduff, who is disconsolate over the murder of his wife and children, to release his pent up emotions and feel the sustaining power of expression. Malcolm says: Give sorrow words; the Grief that does not speak Whispers the o'erfraight heart and bids it break. Not infrequently as we read literature, we discover the finality with which an author has expressed an idea which we share in common with him. The discovery brings immediate relief. It is as if we had given adequate expression to the idea ourselves. Literature thus serves as an outlet for our emotions. In doing so it sustains us. The sustaining power of literature also results from the fact that it communicates ideas and feelings which exercise a potent influence over our emotions. Many a bereaved heart, mourning for the loss of a loved one, has been sustained and consoled by a magic message from the pen of a poet. Tennyson's, "Crossing the Bar," is a singular example of a poem with this magic: Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar. When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crossed the bar. By sustaining us during times that try men's souls, literature vindicates its usefulness to man. Add to this value its power to educate the emotions and to turn men's eyes to the higher horizons of life, and one should not have to plead his case that literature abounds with values every man should cultivate, values which are requisite for the building of the better world we vision. STUDENTS-WORK THIS SUMMER TO AID THE WAR EFFORT American Can Company OGDEN, UTAH Compliments HOTEL OGDEN ROSS & JACK Ross Hawkins and Jack Crane 364-25th Street Ogden, Utah 42 WINTER, 1943 BEDTIME (Continued) out his hand toward her, conscious of Rose Harwood. He took hold of Peggy's hand, but suddenly the child stiffened. "I don't want to go home." She started to cry. Phil picked her up and started to walk home. He tried not to walk too fast. Peggy kicked and screamed. He'd never noticed how far up the street he lived before. "I hate you!" Peggy screamed. "Hello, Mr. Graham," Rose Harwood called. "Having some trouble?" "Hello," he said and felt his face redden. Damn her, he thought, why can't she keep her head inside the window? He walked fast. "Put me down," Peggy yelled as he entered the house. "I'll put you down," he said and carried her into the bedroom. He sat down on the bed and reached to get the hairbrush from the dresser. Ethel had followed him to the door. "Not with that," she said. "Now just leave us alone," Phil said, and turned Peggy over his knees. Ethel pulled the door closed and sat down on the sofa. When Phil came out of the child's room and she could hear Peggy still crying, she frowned. "She's only four, Phil," she said. "Listen, if we don't stop her now we never will. She had it coming." He sat in his chair and leaned over and turned on the radio. The sudden noise made him more conscious of the headache. He frowned and quickly changed stations and then turned the radio off. Ethel smiled at him from her sewing. "There's a news broadcast at 8:15," she said. "I'll turn it on again, then," he said and leaned back. There really wasn't any need to have all that noise just for one newscast. "Where's the newspaper?" "I took it in the kitchen when I cleaned up the supper things," she said. Phil walked into the kitchen. The newspaper was on the snack bar. By it was the aspirin bottle. "Ethel probably had a headache today and forgot to put the aspirins away after she got through using them," he said to himself. He unscrewed the bottle and poured two aspirins into his hand. "Maybe I can get some relief this way," he said. As he walked over to the sink he heard Peggy call. "Mama." "What do you want, dear?" Ethel said quickly. "Is daddy there?" 'He's in the kitchen getting the paper." "Well, will you come here and get me" Phil didn't hear the last word. He turned on the faucet and the sound of water rushing out drowned her voice. The water was cool in his throat, and he felt some of his tiredness disappear, He picked up the paper and went back into the living room. Ethel was just coming out of Peggy's room. Continued on page 47 ADULTS and CHILDREN, Both Need Good Wholesome Food Use More MILK and DAIRY PRODUCTS Include Milk in Your Diet and Be Healthy OGDEN DAIRYMEN'S ASSOCIATION Fred M Nye Co BUY WAR BONDS AND STAMPS 43