Gilpin observer., 1913-05-22
MEMS CLUB
ELECTS OFFICERS
SECRETARY REVIEWS THE HIS
TORY OF THE SOCIETY IN A
MOST ELOQUENT MANNER.

At the-sen1i-annual election Of the
Mems club, held at the club rooms
last Monday evening, the following
were elected officers for the ensu-
ing term: X. s. Putnam, president;
Joseph Master, vice-president; Tom
Str1bley, secretary; David S. Davis,
treasurer. Secretary Stribley read a
review of the c,ubs work for the
past six months as follows:
Review Of Mems Club
The passing of time is winged with
an fndescribable flight of swiftness.
Days, weeks and months are only as
mirrored shadow. A tiny fleck melt
ed into a mere yesterday. Six months
approximately, has been swept be-
yond the selvage of redemption, in
to the vast immensely Of oblivion,
since a. few men could have been seen
congregated together, one Sunday af-
temoon in the Presbyterian church,
'huggtng closely to a stove, in quest
Of heat and comfort, for Vt seemed
as though the mercury on that par
ttcuiar day had resolved to plunge
headlong into the abyssmal depths Of
cruel zero. This little company Of
men convened, not for generic, but
fer specific purposes. They had al
ready locked into the moral condi-
tons of the city and taken stock
Of the existing status. They saw
the dire necessity of something be-
:ng done and done Immediately, in
the interest of good citizenship, So
cial benefit and moral uplift. In look
ing down the long vistas Of time and
the shady avenues of the future. they
could see the life, the soul of man
and youth, sflhouetted against the
p5tchy clouds, the black walls OF i'm
mortality. naked, unciothed. distorted,
restless for the need Of some social
opportunity. the touch of some fervid
hand. who seemed at times. listen
ing for the sweet voice of some kind
word. watching for the beam Of some
sympathetic smile, some attractive
event. something that might enter IN
to their eventcess life. for they are
people to whom nothing unusually re-
markable ever happens. They are
like countries without hills. Stag
napt waters without color, ripple or
shade. The white lilies of pure
thought do not bloom in their souls.
The tall cedars of asperation do not
habitate their nature. They pursue
Ffe with languor and indifference. ap-
plying themselves to the common ror-
tine and bare necessity Of daily labor.
The problem of work even does not
arise before them as a clear vision OF
the most divine and beautiful neces-
eity Of happiness. Work is one Of
the noblest acts of life. the richest
discharge OF natures duty. Work
moulds the mind OF man, steadies his
hands, controls his brain. purifies his
passion and strengthens the whole
mental and physical being. There are
men with potent talents smouldering
In the carky ashes Of unconcern, men
with potentiaMties OF immense mag
nftude 'basktng at the base OF live vol.
canoes, resting their arms In apa-
thetic folds across their breasts, amid
the ever increasing danger of It's er-
ruptdon. There are men who winl
laugh in mdrth to witness the fiend
OF life silt enthroned upon the char
dot OF the soul and watch him lash
the steeds OF evil into fury of mad
ness. as though they were merely
amused by the moving picture of a
trifling incident. But how different
are these men! This little company
70 whom / with pleasure make refer
ence and whose work feebly at
tempt to review. They are men Of
high parsonage, and noble purposes,
whose souls were charged with
beautiful intuitions, and aimazing con-
cept, garland with wreaths of divine
inspiration. They had walked the pull
sating gardens OF imagination. Quiver-
Ding with hope and unselfish love unit
their hearts melted dnto the very epl..
ONE OF compassion, scorched with
the desire dor the betternent Of their
fellow men. they forced the crowded
avenues OF idealdty, for their souls
were winged to rise in flight to the
paradise of be,tific thought, action
and purpose.
Opening the book Of records and
rolling back the historic pages to
the date Of November 27, 1912,
find records written upon ITS pages
that glow like apples Of gold, set I'M
pictures Of silver, procloiming the