In Dialogue’s maiden issue Rodello Hunter’s A House of Many Rooms was re viewed as one of those books “. . . by Mormons for non-Mormons,” a valid classification of the book. Mrs. Hunter’s A…
“It is still surprising,” state the editors of this volume, “how little good material is available in many areas of Mormon history.” To help correct this deficiency, F. Mark McKiernan of the Restoration Trails Foundation,…
Even before his death in 1938 at the age of eighty-five, J. Golden Kimball had become the most talked about of all Mormon churchmen. He was himself cognizant of his reputation, and when a nephew…
Ian G. Barbour’s book is a rarity in the area of science and religion, for the theme does not suffer at all, but benefits greatly from Barbour’s organization and presentation of problems. Barbour teaches modern physics, appears to be well versed in modern theology, and has a broad knowledge of history and philosophy.
This collection of essays is frankly polemical, asking indeed for “equal time” in the great debate which is now going on concerning the limits of growth, both in the human population and in its artifacts.…
Steve pulled open the heavy glass door to the clinic, walked in, stopped, took off his sunglasses, and rubbed the burning spots behind both ears. The army doctor had told him that rubbing or scratching…
Jake Dockson wore bib overalls
and smelled of corrals and harness.
He could lift three hundred pounds and
handle the Jackson fork, but he
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.
Not the birds ready
nor I, nor the last petunias still warm
against the house. In the dry fields
When Jed Smith passed us by, in 1826,
The junipers made a rush down from the hills.
They were cut back
Before they got to the freeway.