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But, ven he vake, it ant ban day at all. He see a gude big light right close to vall. And dar ban anyel feller with stub pen. "Gude morning, maester anyel man." say Swen. Ay s'pose he tal the anyel, "You ban har To pay me visit. Skol yu have cigar?" The anyel shake his bead, and Abou Swen Ask him: "Val, Maester. vy yu com har den? vat skol yu write in dis har book of gold?" The anyel say, "All fallers, young and old. Who go to church and prayer-meeting, tu; But ay ant got a place in har for you." "Ay s'pose," say Abou, "yu got noder book For common lumberyacks vitch never took Flyer at church ot said har Sunday-school, But yust try hard to keeping Golden Rule. Ef yu got dis book, Maester, put me in!" Den anyel look at Abou, and he grin. "Abou," be say, "shak bands. Yu talk quite free But, yiminy Christmas, yu look gude to me!" When my father, H.C. Jacobs, retired form his position as President of the North Sanpete Stake, a testimonial was given. His friends wrote their tributes to him in a leather bound book, which I am fortunate to possess. I'd like to quote the tribute that Brother James W. Blain, who was my father's counselor, wrote to him, as follows: Jan. 29, 1947 Beautiful and rich is an old friendship Grateful to the touch is ancient ivory. Smooth as aged wine, or sheen of tapestry Where light has lingered, intimate and long Full of tears is an old friendship That asks no longer deeds of gallantry Or any deed at all, save that the friend shall be Alive and breating somewhere, like a song. I am thankful that you chose me to work with you in the Presidency of the North Sanpete Stake. May the Lord bless you always, is my wish for you. James W. Blain 139 |
