LDS Limits Field Work To Older Men Effective immediately, and for the duration, only more mature LDS men holding either the office of seventy or high priest, will be called to full time missionary service, the church first presidency announced Friday. In past years, many young men have been called to missionary duty who held the office of elder, lowest in the Melchizedek priesthood. To be eligible for such service now, men must hold either of the two higher offices of the Melchizedek priesthood seventy or high priest as of March 23, 1942, in addition to possessing other qualifications. Text of a statement by the first presidency on the matter follows: Having in mind that the world wide disaster in material and spiritual matters has brought vital and difficult problems to the nation and to the church to the nation because of the need of man power for the armed forces and defense works and to the church because of the need in our missionary work for that experience, testimony and faith which is possessed by our more mature brethren, we ask that, until further notice, bishops, presidents of branches and presidents of missions, confine their recommendations of brethren for missionary service in the field, to those who at this date (March 23, 1942) are either seventies or high priests. Furthermore, in recommending these brethren, none but those who are and have been living worthily should be chosen; and as to these, only those who have not received their notice of induction (selective service), who are not likely to receive it within a short time, and who have a real desire to do missionary work. It is only a one horse town, and the horse has sleeping sickness, at that. Spartan Spasms. In the Mail Dear Senator: As a recent arrival from that horrid state, California, may I dedicate the following jingle to your most charming state?To Utah Listen, my children, while I relate A tale of Utah, the scenic state Where lakes and mountains are draped in snow, And wintry blasts freeze the valley below. Where rents are high, and prices, too, Poor tourists, what they do to you! Where they rent one a room that is so small They paint the furniture on the wall! Heres one for Ripleys Believe It or Not, When its 20 below, they call it hot. Hear the chamber of commerce as they lustily sing, Eight feet of snow, at last, tis spring! But, a toast to Utah, it gives you a thrill, When they ski in the streets to test their skill, A real nice place your family to bring, Dressed in furs and mittens, OF COURSE ITS SPRING! Lenvoi Chickens and cows, squirrel and deer, Frozen stiff, its spring out here! You can have Utah, the land of the freeze, But give me Hawaii and a tropical breeze. George L. Clarke, Salt Lake City, Pro Term (Dear George: Just you wait until late August and youll be fed up with tropical breezes and start hitting for our canyons. We cant have everything, you know. But when did California landlords develop halos?) It is a miserable thing to live in suspense; it is the life of a spider. Swift. To FDR, in Haste (With apologies to Amos R. Wells) We have given your our money, we have given you our boys, We are making guns and bullets out of scrap, We have left our common labors, we have left our common joys, In the hope to end the menace of the Jap. We are paying double prices from our collars to our shoes, We are giving up our pleasures by the score, We are cutting down on candy and on beefsteak and on booze, We have done just what you asked us; ask us more. Have we grumbled at the taxes? Have we grouched about the draft? Have we whimpered at the thought of meatless days? We have flown our flags the higher, we have merely grinned and laughed, We have plodded on our patriotic ways. It is all an awful nuisance, but it does no good to whine; It is all a most infernal, beastly bore; But were going to put the kibosh on those gangsters on the Rhine We have given all you asked for; ask for more. We are counting on your daring, we are counting on your speed; We should like it if you were a little rash. We will back you to the limit with whatever you may need, With the men and with the labor and the cash. Wont you worry, wont you hurry, wont you tear your hair a bit? Wont you even give a wild Churchillian roar? We are weary of the aiming, and we want to make a hit; All we ask is that you up and ask us more. Summon workers to the shipyards with commands they must obey; Bid the preacher leave the pulpit for the plow. Heap the taxes high and higher till we can no longer pay; Call ten million to the colors, call them now. Do not wait to know our wishes; we are eager to be led; We will follow, if you only go before, Drop the mike and grab the saber, shout to raise the very dead! Get excited! Go the limit! And then more! Baby Did you ever look over The side of a crib And see two little eyes of blue? And two little hands, So chubby and white, That wriggle and reach for you? Two cute little ears, So tiny a nose, And a mouth puckered up to say Goo? What is more precious In all this wide world Than a baby . . . unless it is two? By Ham Park Senator From Sandpit G. A. R., in 1925 Linebook.