Augsburg College - Augsburgian Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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$iuirhimi (Club taff aith Kitrbnt (Cablnft” Top Row O. J. Hnulcenens. Selmer Framstad. Mabel Nelson, Palmer Sobcrg. Marius Dixen. Bottom Row—Clara Grand, Mrs. Grand, Jessie Wallmark Augsburg boarding Club The bell has rung! and off to the club we go, for there is no doubt but that we arc the hungriest “bunch” alive. In the dining hall on the third floor of the Old Main, Dixen the boarding boss presides. Of the time we stay at school, some of the meals at the club will never be forgotten. There we meet in mutual fel- lowship and talk of the things that have happened. There is no place where companionship is fostered as where people continually eat at the same table, as some of us do here. We usually are, altogether, about 100 students gathered there for meals, all in good spirit, making the best of everything. Seated as we are, eight at a table, we all do justice to the “eats” as much as those at other tables. Of men who take the liberty to address us here, we note especially one “Shylock”, whose real name is Haukeness, with his appeals for money. It costs to live, and it costs to pay the bills that he gets, so he gently reminds us of “money in advance.” President Dixen often has a little speech for us on various subjects, for as it seems, he has our bodily sustenance on his mind. He is right there, though, for he handles the affairs of the boarding club economically. Mrs. Grund, our cook, is a good cook indeed; she can prepare good things to cat, and yet “Hooverize” to meet the demands of the day. Jessie helps her, but she likes best to peel potatoes. Clara and Mablc are no slackers when it comes to waiting on the tables. In other words, they arc right there. PAGE FIFTY-SEVEN

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♦ ♦ ' Z jfagr6urgia 7 mm fHrmhrrfl of Arabrmy Orbatum eram Bernhard Christennen, Louis Olson. John Jesten, Anker Berg Lyceum Debating Society The Lyceum Debating and Public Speaking Society is an academic organiza- tion drawing its membership from the four classes of that department. The society meets every Monday evening from seven to nine o’clock. All meetings are conducted in the English language, except the second meeting in each month which is held in the Norwegian tongue. The meetings have been live, interesting, and active. The usual program consists of a debate on some question of interest, or short speeches by several of the members. Realizing that drill in sound argumentation and proper expression will prove a valuable asset later in life, the boys are taking a great deal of interest in the society. Its aim is to give its members practice and training in the art of public speaking and debating. Last year a team chosen from the society was to meet Minnehaha Acadamy in debate, hut because of circumstances the event had to he cancelled. In February this year Augsburg accepted a challenge from the same school to a debate some time this spring. Augsburg has never lost a public debate with another school, and, encouraged by this good record, we hope that this year’s team will succeed in bringing home another victory. PAGE FIFTY-FIVE

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♦ va ? Where There Is No Vision X the point of land formed by the Wawasso, and the Raven rivers, at the place where they join to form the larger De Raima, lies a small city. Years ago, before the octopus Greed spread his gold-seeking tentacles out over the fruitful country, a lonely trapper coming down the murky Raven had pitched his tent upon this lovely spot. It had become a trading-post for the woodsmen who dared to expose themselves to the dangers of the forests in their quest of From such small proportions it grew, in the course of half a century, into a town of several hundred hardy pioneers, who sustained themselves by cultivat- ing the few acres of tillable land round about. Very few had ever ventured more than twenty miles beyond the edge of the town. The trappers, who had ascended the Wawasso and the Raven to a distance of thirty miles, had reported an end- less tract of forest. The villagers, who had come to till the soil, did not receive these tidings with any manifestations of gladness. The forest was their enemy. It occupied the land which they coveted, and formed a formidable—tho ever- receding—barrier to their conquests. They had migrated from the East and South, where the soil had long been bearing abundant fruit. To them the tree- bedecked land seemed wasted. With wanton carelessness they destroyed the valuable timber and stretched their fields far into the woods. Such was the condition when John Lockwood came into the region. Lock- wood was from Maine, where the forests had already yielded up their wealth. He was a keen, aggressive man, whose greatest ambition lay no higher than that of the average selfish workman, but whose ability to attain that ambition was many times greater. Wealth—untold wealth, wealth acquired by any and all possible means—wealth was his aim. 1 lis shrewd eye perceived the millions lying waiting for the man who should be powerful enough to gather them. Sup- ported by bis influential friends back East, he commenced to harvest the enorm- ous crop of riches. With ruthless inattention to property rights he spread his giant hand over vast tracts of virgin forests. Soon the Wawasso and the Raven were filled with logs. The mighty De Raima kept the saws in his mills whirling. Great rafts of timber annually found their way to the greater cities by the sea. Lockwood was realizing his ambition. Meanwhile the village had grown into a small city. Industry had brought men; and men in return had brought more industry. From everywhere they flocked to this center of that potent attraction—Business. A few brought with them means enough to build homes; but by far the greater number had no material property. Financial derelicts, they had drifted, with the stream of humanity, into this whirlpool of activity. Lockwood had foreseen the necessity of supplying these men with quarters. For the single men he had built large, wealth. PAGE FIFTY-NINE