The Weber Literary Journal Victory Blanche Kendall McKey In memory of our beloved founder, President Lewis Warren Shurtliff Spring! The scent of flowers in the air! The young grass, tender, reaching toward the sun; The glad, blue sky alight with diamonds rare; The old world, new, aglow with youth begun; The trees that thou didst love a-bud and fair, And yet thy life is done! The hand that never failed us in our need Lies still, O princely Friend of all things young! And that dear voice, so wise we could but heed, Hath its last anthem sung! A city pauses, praising word and deed, And eyes are wet and hearts with pain are wrung. But tho' we weep, O Friend who led the way, There is no sorrow in our hearts for thee. How radiant the dawning of Thy Day! How gleams the Portal which we cannot see! How glad the light in eyes (though closed to us) which say: "Ah, loved one lost thou hast returned for me." Our Chief hath fallen, and we bow the knee. Stretch o'er our bended heads thy father hand. What service can we render now to thee? Speak, spirit voice, unto our souls. Command! For thy kind light which taught us how to see; For thy wise deeds which made more fair this land; For thy brave spirit Pilgrim, Pioneer Which feared no arid plain nor river's foam; For all thou gav'st, we hold thy memory dear. May thanks in noble lives reach e'en to Heaven's dome. Lo! in the holy hush within our hearts We feel the radiance of thy welcome Home. The Weber Literary Journal Kipling Decides Eva Shreeve OUT in the grey desert the mirage lay shimmering, an intangible oasis in a waste of desolate expanse; now springing into startling reality; then fading into hazy mist, with stately palms that, swinging in lazy rythym to the gentle breeze, cast long cooling shadows upon the blue lake, sparkling and dancing in the sunlight. The gloomy young man sitting on the solitary bench in the shade of the lonely shack that served as the depot, stirred restlessly as he gazed moodily upon the ever-changing fantasy. "That's it a mirage," he muttered bitterly. "Just what I've been chasing; I guess old 'Kip' was right 'a fool there was a crazy fool, stumbling headlong, casting all honor and responsibility aside in a mad pursuit' confound that train" He broke off angrily as he glared at the endless band of steel that flung its length, arrow-like over the scorching alkali into the hazy sand hills that rimmed the parched valley. The "Sunset Limited" the train that was to carry him to forget-fulness was already ten minutes late; a fact that did not assist in relieving his depression. He longed to be on the move and the delay grew upon him as he paced up and down the cindered track. How clearly it all came back to him his chase of the popular, changeable butterfly Alice Powers; and his desertion of his work a combination that was breaking his father's proud heart. The first time they had met he never would be able to forget that. It was at Van Pelt's affair. He, the unimpressionable young bachelor had fallen in love at first sight with the reigning beauty of the town. Her eyes had mockingly challenged him; her smile held a vague promise, and the gentle pressure of her hand on his arm had swept him completely away. 7