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Title Volume 08, Number 3, 4, Autumn-Winter 1973
Subject Periodicals; Mormons; Religious thought; Philosophy and religion
Description Independent national quarterly established to express Mormon culture and examine the relevance of religion to secular life. It is edited by Mormons who wish to bring their faith into dialogue with human experience as a whole and to foster artistic and scholarly achievement based on their cultural heritage. The journal encourages a variety of viewpoints; although every effort is made to insure accurate scholarship and responsible judgment, the views expressed are those of the individual authors and are not necessarily those of the Mormon Church or of the editors.
Publisher Dialogue Foundation, 900 Hilgard Avenue, Los Angeles, California 90024
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Contributors Rees, Robert A.
Date 1973
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Title Page 145
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Source Dialogue: Vol 8 No 3, 4
Article Title November Freeze ; The Day President Harding Came
Description Iris Parker Corry November Freeze Not the birds ready nor I, nor the last petunias still warm against the house. In the dry fields the herd discussing a frozen mud hole. The fence rusting, the last-turned furrow. Iris Parker Corry The Day President Harding Came Ever last jack man, woman, and papoose was down to the station to see the President come steaming in, smoke blowing, Panama waving pleasure to ride your new train yessir nice country Senator Smoot Squint Indian howdaya do. Shade side of Main we watched five miles of cars head for Zion. Dust from here to Harmony. He bit into a Dixie Peach at Anderson's Ranch. Choirs, drums, and bunting all the way to the Great White Throne. Then Buicks, Pages, Model T's boiled up the Black Ridge to Cedar and the folks shook Mr. President's tired hand and my uncle said, "How are you, Warren G.?"
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