The Weber Literary Journal "Why didn't you go with the other girls?" "We don't get along very well, I guess. I wanted some one different to talk to on this Christmas Eve. I did want a little fun, though I love to dance!" Jim leaned forward eagerly, "Would you come in the house with me? Mother would like to have you." Joyce gazed longingly at the gay lights and the flitting forms in the windows but she exclaimed, "Oh, no I couldn't! I don't know any of those people." "Yes you do. It's mother who is entertaniing the Y. W. crowd. I always swore I'd never go to any of their parties. I don't like 'em but of course I've never met any of the girls before!" Joyce laughed and shook her head. "If you don't come, Jim threatened, I'll have to turn you over to the police for stealing my car!" That night as the Christmas bells rang out on the clear, cold air, the moon was surprised to see a red car in front of the Y. W. C. A. Also a girl inside the car was surprised at the happy ending or rather beginning of her Christmas, and in time with bells, her heart said softly, "Peace on earth, good will toward men." Time Leslie J. Christensen Time's the eternal friend of right, And in his silent, unseen might Doth bear the right along. Time keeps a tomb for wrong. Time is a tutor for poor man, A judge of theory and plan In whom man must confide, Though he has prophecied. When are, on this benighted earth, Both creed and venture given birth, Time good and bad reveals And justice wisely deals. 11 The Weber Literary Journal The Strength of the Hills Kenneth Farley "For the strength of the hills we bless Thee, Our God, our fathers' God; Thou hast made Thy children mighty By the touch of the mountain sod." OR the strength of the hills" let that phrase ring deep in our souls. Repetition cannot detract from it. Fellow students, have you ever stopped to reason out the wisdom that lies in that immortal stanza? Have you ever taken advantage of the mighty lesson there is to be found in it? Perhaps you have been, at some time, into the mountains on a June day when the world was bright and the scent of the flowers filled the air. Were your thoughts not beautiful and inspired? Could you then have committed the smallest of crimes? I think not. Perhaps you have tried to climb some high peak in mid-wintertime. As you plowed your way through the snow in that awful stillness were you not filled with a great feeling of awe at the magnitude of life? And, coupled with that feeling, were not disposed to fight, to do something big and noble in the cause of humanity? I think you were. You could not have been otherwise disposed. It was the power of the hills working in your veins. It was the force of Nature, God's greatest agent in His dealings with mankind. Our people are mighty, as the poem says, but their strength is based, not solely upon themselves, but largely upon the "strength of the hills" and all that it signifies. The pioneers, our forefathers, came into a wild land, a land where nature's forces were strong and man was insignificant. It was a battle for existence. Crops did not grow well then. But that doughty band overcame the difficulties and built up a strong, thriving commonwealth in the midst of a mountainous desert. The pioneers utilized Nature, turned her streams into 13