Baptist Missionary Training School - Beacon Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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-l- THE BEACCN --1- CLASS PROPHECY fffontinuerl from page 47j the chairs. She bore little evidence of her recent imprisonment for speeding. But the most novel sight of all was to watch Sigrid Anderson, distinguished Swedish minister, make her flyirig trips to the moon and Mars on a sky-rocket to address her Swedish congregations on the subject, Race Prejudice Is Being Down on What You're Not Up On. Suddenly a great mass of brilliant, rose-colored clouds drifted across the stage, blotting out the stage and all the players and I saw before me again the cloudy, billowy figure of the spokesman. What do all these pink clouds signify? I asked him as I observed that they still hovered about the place where my class- mates had been. Oh, he said, that simply means that the outlook for the entire class is a rosy one, and he, too, disappeared. Then one of the rosy clouds which had been drawing nearer and nearer to me all the time gave me a mighty push and over I went - off my fleecy bank of clouds and down, down, down through the sky, getting here just in time to get this into the Beacon! Y f f 4 VOICES OP THE PAST More than a century ago, in a little valley in France, there came to a little girl the calling of strange voices. Today there stands in Paris, the capital city. a statue of .Ioan of Arc, who has won the admiration and love of the World through following those voices. . To the Soul of Man God sends, in His own way and time, strange voices. We, who are the student, body of the Baptist Missionary Training School of today and the missionaries of tomorrow, have listened to our voices and are seeking to follow. Therefore, it is Htting that one day of the year we should pause to honor those who throughout the fifty years of our school's existence have seen the Vision and made it possible for us to follow. On Feb. 3, 1931, all the students of the Baptist Missionary Training School were up for breakfast. It was Founders' Day. New dresses were in evidence in the hallways and hair was hurriedly being dried by the student parlor fire- place. However, at the call of the chapel bell all was quiet, as students, teachers, alumnae and guests gathered to honor those who had built, first in their dreams and then in brick, this school, Echoes from fields of service, as our alumnae told of friends and experiences and history of the growth of the school, gave new inspiration to those whose duty it is to carry on. A luncheon together, affording an opportunity for visits and reminiscences was followed by a portrayal of the life of our school today. Fifty years of service were presented by living pictures on the pages of the family album. Our Training School Board and President gave adequate glimpses of the past while the daily life of the school of the present, social, educational and devotional, was presented in living pictures by groups of students. The kindergarten per- formed as a picture of field work much to the enjoyment of the audience. A beautiful story of the birth and purpose of the B. M. T. S. prayer room com- pleted the program. Thus the heavy velvet corners of the album closed upon' fifty years of a glorious past made possible by those who listened to their voices. L J 48

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-.--- THE BEACON ----- CLASS PROPI-IECY fContinued from page 191 Then on a giant shelf I saw a row of newly bound books, some of which bore familiar names: K How I Got To My Wedding on Time, by M. Allen. What's in a Name? by Marie Leota. Place of Poetry in Basket Ball, by I... Jeffers. 'jSam, That Old Accordion Man, by B. Gillies. The Premature Golf Course on the Mission Field, by R. White. It seems that everything Eva had done since she left school just Grue'n C1rue'n grew! She had just completed a three-foot book shelf with two legs when Adele came to bo'rrow it for her Spuzzy Tea Room in Kalamazoo. Then I heard Pearl Vilhauer preach from her own translation of the New Testament, which seemed to be all over the students' heads, but I knew Pearl was thinking That's the kind of a man I am! She had also written a pamph- let glorifying The Traditions of B. M. T. S. Anna Mize and Rose Williams have composed their own Military Mayonnaise and can distinguish it from Mendelssohn's 'Spring Song four out of every five times. Then I caught a glimpse of Bernice Allen, distinguished judge of the Juve- nile Court, dispensing justice with a precision and accuracy which any Supreme Court Judge might envy. A little boy who gave his name as Richard Swenson was being questioned in regard to a queer contraption he had been playing with, that all too closely resembled a machine-gun. But his answers revealed that it was a combination lawn-mower and neck-clip which his mother, Ada Nelson, had just patented. A row of homey looking little cottages came into view next and I watched Jerry Yotty wisely and tenderly conducting her home for orphaned elephants. I couldn't quite recognize the girl who was carrying water to the elephants, but it looked like Anna Mize. Marjorie Bradshaw, secretary to the author of If Not, Why Not? had come down to the home for the week-end to recuperate. After ten or ifteen years of intensive research, Nancy suddenly found the answer to What is love? And she said she hadn't found it in a book either. Then I saw something that almost made me lose my balance in sheer surprise. There was Daesie upon a step-ladder, painting billboards for the Wrigley Gum Company. I asked her what she was working for and she said Ten cents a day. She could see that I wasn't very much impressed by that magnificent sum but she explained that the billboard company paid her board-bill so it was not such a bad salary after all. Leona Bushnell was spending many weeks in her kindergarten of city chil- dren working out a farm project but she gave up in despair when one asked what kind of cows gave buttermilk. Doris Lea was playing a pink ukelele on the Isle of Man. where she had been made honorary musician to the D. S. C.1 Margaret Newell came into view next with the fever of invention lighting her eye, still working on her theory of growing zippers on celery and string beans. Janet Byron was running a fruit vessel up and down the coast of Africa, working on the invention of a non-skid banana peel in her spare time. I saw Alma Schilke back in B. M, T. S. with a tuning fork trying to tune the squeaks in ' Department of Street Cleaning. fConcIuded on page 482 47

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