The Weber Literary Journal have true public sentiment support the law. Unless the people elect officers who will enforce the laws and then support those officers in the performance of their duty, a real enforcement of law is practically impossible. The remedy for law violation lies in the sincere realization by all, that to disregard any law is to encourage crime and weaken the government. We, fellow citizens, can support our country by allowing no personal ridicule of our laws; by speaking forth boldly in the defense of law rather than acquiescing in its violation by remaining silent. If we will report every infraction of law that comes to our attention and support all who help in their enforcement, our laws will become as effective as those of any other nation in the world. While our legislators are providing for more efficient officers and courts, let the American people universally denounce the laxity of laws, lest a hurricane of crime, sweeping over the country, cast us into a maelstrom of turmoil and deadly confusion. Should we withhold our sentiments, forget our demands, when our own lives and property are in danger of destruction, and the stability of the American government hangs in the balance? Fellow Americans, awake to the inevitable truth. Let your demands for a more rigid enforcement of your laws go forth broadcast over this nation, that the evil menace of crime may be eradicated. Upon your shoulders rests the responsibility of preserving American democracy. Let that love acclaim for a better execution of our laws, spring forth in spirit from the heart of every true citizen, that immediate action may be taken to preserve the true standards of America. 38 The Weber Literary Journal Mothers Love By L. J. C. I love that little gem of praise from learned Jews of old which says, God could not everywhere appear and so he gave us mothers here. For, if a love is like to His, a mother's love that surely is. It is a rock of saintly care that nothing of this earth can wear; that nothing like to ocean spray can dash against and waste away; that nothing like the wind, the rain, can make to crumble in the main. A mother's love's a flower, true, that nightly gets from God its dew. When time, as frost, droops other love, ah, that of mother towers above. Outtopping all a sweetheart gives, it grows in beauty as it lives. A mother's love's a book indeed wherein in childhood we may read sweet lessons of our life begun, to check sin, e'er its course is run. Or, if the sin is on our souls, to straightway seek for higher goals. A mother's love is all that's strong and all that's beautiful and wise. May God inspire it against wrong and may He grant it never dies. It seems that when, upon this sphere, man came to reign from up above, God sighed, and, in his mercy's tear, He gave him mother's mother's love. 39