Augsburg College - Augsburgian Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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wm I go through the Center about four or five times a day — between classes, after eating a sugar cookie in the ChinWag did you know they cut the sugar in HALF because of the sugar shortage? Anyway, I go through alot, and everytime, I check my P.O. It's usually stuffed with some intramural ditto or an announcement about an LVE meeting or something neat like that. The worst is when it's empty. That seems to be the usual discovery.

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. Right: Food Service people: Front Row, Fern Sedjo, Minnie Bartko, Elaine Norgren, Laurel Roos, Veronica Keefe, Lucile Linder, Geraldine Thompson. Back Row, Shirley Wolfe, Bill Wolfe, Annie M. Parker, and Director Carl Stromer. Top Center: The College Center staff are Lowell Brandt, Christy Pengra, Joel Mugge, Millie Nelson, and Gus Nelson. Chinwag cooks include Jeffie Eide, Jim McHugh, Alice Johnson, Sue Bernard, and Melita Fossum.

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individual's experience . . . Agonies and ecstasies of Augsburg College. Four years of them for me and many others. Hardly a day goes by without them - those little events that build us up, drag us down, or just leave us sitting wondering “what it's all about. Oh! the agonies! Those close defeats. Those terrible winters. Lost loves. Failed tests. Those friends that either drop out or flunk out or freak out. The greatest agony of all for me was when the Electric Fetus moved from walking distance to miles away. And ECSTASY! Parties, dances, victories, and the like. Getting the grades when you deserve them. Coming back in the fall and seeing the old gang together again. Living through those drab, dirty Minneapolis winters to see that beautiful green spring, then just sitting around enjoying it. And people. People, people, people. I swear it's an epidemic around here. It's probably people that really keep this place glued together, even when it seems like the whole place is going right down the tube. Beyond the agonies and ecstasies, I guess it all boils to people, and '74-75 is no exception to the rules. But what of this year's crop of people? What makes them thing they should have a yearbook? What happened to who around here, and what was so special about it? Well, starting with the faculty, who can forget the one and only Jerry Gerasimo — bearded wonder, philosopher, and poet of Augsburg College. Or Arlen Gyberg, the part-time chemist, part-time “Melby Marauder. Or Miss Durkee with her concise, almost perfect, approach to mathematics. And the rest of them. Morici, Palosaari, Rick Nelson, the list going on and on. And the staff. Who could possibly forget them? All those Augsburg “dart-boards, catchers of tons and tons of flak every year. Carl Stromer and his inventive new dishes to stretch his food budget. And the ever- smiling Millie Nelson. And Jerov Carlson, darting here and there, spreading his good nature around. And the janitors, and the maintenance men, and the new Graphics Center. This list doesn't want to stop either. And those athletes, disgusting jocks thev e been called, giving their best for the Maroon and Grav, even though it's sometimes not enough. Steve Swanson getting carried off the f X,