The Weber Literary Journal irrigation canals, felled her forests for homes and dug her ore for industry. Our fathers and grandfathers learned the great lessons of thrift, economy and labor, taught by the mountains and expressed in that wonderful stanza in "The Strength of the Hills." The mountains radiate strength. They are insignia of power and godliness. We still have our hills and I think we can still capitalize their strength. The peaks, snow-clad in the emblem of purity, symbolize the final goal to be gained in life the highest point in godliness and wisdom. The roads to the peaks are difficult to ascend, much beset with crags and precipices. Pits of all depths lie on either hand that, should we fall into, would require the utmost labor and humility to climb out of. But, though the way be hard and rough, rise to the heights! Don't be satisfied with any half way point. Forget the pettiness of a self-indulgent life. Forget the mad rush for pleasure and wealth. Set your goals at the peak and get there. Our people, the people of the West, should never drift away from the truth embodied in "The Strength of the Hills." The Infidel Leslie J. Christensen O Life, you strange and weary little trance! Who seem to dawn from naught and to it wane! Who seem to serve no loss and yet no gain, Save that which earth administers by chance! Who seem to speak but from the joy of dance, The agony of grief, the hell of pain, And hosts of other children of a brain That looks amazed upon a weird expanse. Are you the transient nothing of a dream That startles without reason in the night That, though it loom a world while candles gleam, Is shattered in the cold, rude matin light? I can but be the judge of what you seem I, held within this pale of human sight. 14 The Weber Literary Journal Creatures of Habit Alice Tippets I AM not a creature of habit," emphatically declared Miss Bybee. "It has always been my axiom to carefully consider each situation and not respond by mere force of habit. I may even be considered an old maid by some, but I shall never be a creature of habit." Her listener, Jacqueline Hopkins, a typical college girl, flopped down on the hall seat in anticipation of further conversation before Miss Bybee should absent herself from the cosy boarding house, but Miss Bybee, not being "a creature of habit" did not linger to chatter as was her usual custom. Jacqueline, having been left thus abruptly, skipped merrily into the dainty presence of her bosom friend with the words, "The idea of Lon being the one chosen to represent our church in the South Sea Islands! If you valued my opinion, I should say that I thought him entirely too old and set in his ways to undertake such a grave responsibility." "Good night! If you wouldn't everlastingly jounce in on me and jar my absorption so, I'd appreciate it; Goodness knows, no wonder our principal thinks you're a rough neck; you have about as much refinement as a trunk deliverer." This from sedate Ilah, "Jack's" bosom friend. "Oh well, I don't make my life miserable by convention as you do," "Jack" retorted. "You and Miss Bybee are in a class by yourselves. Its even been gossiped about school that neither you nor Bybee would dream of having any associations with men! Well, so long. I can't be bothered about my bringing up." Next morning these chums had forgotten about the conversation and were seated in the assembly mechanically watching the rostrum. Presently the President arose. His usual calm seemed unruffled but his eyes were like glints of blue steel. He addressed those assembled thus: