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Ever since the Utah club was formed, in 1936, we have been looking forward to a convention here. We now realize, of course, that we have missed the boat. The currents of life have carried our members apart, and our club has, for the moment, ceased to function. However, there are still some of us in Utah who have the ayjay bug in our bloodstream, and happier days will bring a renaissance of activity. We want this paper to serve as a “hello” to our friends, old and new, in the Association. It has been issued especially at the urging of Ralph Babcock, and because of our desire to contribute in a small way to the successful year under the leadership of Robert Telschow.

Some of our friends have asked why we have not been more outspoken in defense of our last NAPA president, Miss Jorgensen. There are two reasons: first, we knew that time would bring the realization that the administration of Miss Jorgensen as a whole was not as ineffective as some comments would have it, and secondly, because of Lest We Forget. As those who received it will remember, Lest We Forget was a blast of invective hurled by the sage of California, Mr. Hyman Bradofsky, at Ralph Babcock and others who are still contributing to ayjay in a real way while Mr. Bradofsky, his curses, and his super-duper Californian have gone their way. We felt that another siege of name-calling, arguments and rebuttals, etc., etc., might have the same dampening effect on new recruits that the mudslinging that was in progress when we joined the Association had on us.

Miss Jorgensen’s personal paper, Inklings From Utah, will rank with the best papers of all time; so will the issues of The National Amateur which she edited and printed. She served the Association well in varied posts prior to the presidency, she can count many members of the Association among her recruits (including three in the current year), and we in Utah feel that there are few in the Association who have contributed to it as she has during her membership.

Suggestion: The Bureau of Critics should extend recognition along the lines of the Certificate of Merit sponsored by our club. To denote varying degrees of achievement, they might have, for example, a Certificate of Merit, Certificate of Superior Merit, Certificate of Excellence, etc. These certificates would help to stimulate activity, quality of effort, and promote publicity.

Another: Have the annual dues set at $5.00 per year, with a refund of $1.00 for each paper published, up to four. Thus, a member putting out four papers would pay, as now, $1.00; others in proportion to their “free ride” at the publishers expense.

The biggest needs of the Association are still a live-wire official organ published at least bi-monthly, and a practical co-operative journal for non-printers. – Harold D. Ellis

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Larry-Ettes
by Lawrence R. Giles

Comprehension and intelligence make it possible for one to profit by proxy experience.

People act on impulse much more than they care to admit; if the action results in success, they immediately bring reason into play, carefully showing how the whole thing was a display of good management.

Character Flashes

Psychiatrists

Psychiatrists are scientists
Who tinker with the brain;
And change the crazy people back
To ordinary fools again.

Ministers

The preachers are a human lot
Much like the rest of us.
But by their quiet living know
More gentle ways to cuss.

Lawyers

Attorneys are a clique of men
Who labor night and day,
To change their mind and politics,
The way the dollars lay.

Memories
by Jeanette H. Demars

When I am old, I shall remember many things;
The silver sweep of wings against the sky,
The drowsy chirp of birds beneath the eaves,
The music of a mother’s lullaby;
Wild breakers crashing on a windswept shore,
The busyness of baby hands at play,
The magic hush of moonlight on the leaves,
The deep, white stillness of a winter’s day;
The thrill of cool, wet sand to childish feet,
The crimson splash of autumn o’er the land;
The ageless miracle that is the dawn –
The priceless gift of friends who understand.
All of these things I love, and store away,
Deep in my chest of memories to remain.
But when all else grows dim, I still shall know
The ecstasy of lilacs in the rain.

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