It’s easy to follow what the world does.
Then fall victim to what it believes.
Tonight you know you’re the victor because,
You’re the only girl at prom wearing sleeves.
(Latter-Day Wit and Wisdom, p. 85)
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A ward chorister was speaking with the organist. He sighed, “Somehow this calling is not what I pictured when I was told in my patriarchal blessing that I would someday be the leader of many.” (Stories & Jokes of Mormon Folks, p. 119).
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In a combined meeting with the Priesthood and Relief Society, the teacher prepared an elaborate set-up for a lesson on how the Holy Ghost conveys truth directly to a person. The props included a deflated balloon, a straw threaded with three feet of string, and a piece of tape to attach the balloon to the straw. A class member inflated the balloon and then was instructed, without tying it off or attaching it to anything, to aim it at the teacher’s face while he stood three feet away.
The balloon should have flown wildly, since it wasn’t attached to anything. Instead, it flew in two circles as the air whooshed from it, and hit the teacher squarely on the nose.
Dumbfounded, the teacher asked the class member do it again---making sure to miss---so they could continue the lesson. (Mormon Mishaps and Mischief, p. 26-27).
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During much of President Grant’s long tenure as President of the Church, Rudger Clawson was President of the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles. As such, he was the next in line to become Prophet, Seer, and Revelator should President Grant pass away.
Rudger was widely known as a somewhat humorless and rigorous workhorse in the Church. Golden, of course, was a horse of a different color.
Uncle Golden’s spontaneous approach to life was deeply trying to Brother Clawson---more so even than it was to President Grant. Golden always contended that Heber was his “best friend in the First Presidency or all of the Quorum of the Twelve.” He explained it this way:
“Heber has a great curiosity about airplanes and flying. He is well aware of how dangerous this is, but he still wants to do it. I’m sure that one day he will go out to the airport and get in an airplane and fly up in the air. I personally don’t care if he does it or not---he just has to wait till Rudger dies.”
He went on to guess that “maybe he hasn’t gone flying as a favor to me. I have to admit, I’m in his debt.” (More J. Golden Kimball Stories, p. 30)