Bethel University - Spire Yearbook (St Paul, MN)

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U THE ACORN CLASS One day as I sat in the class room, Dreaming the hours away, I dreamt of my dear old class mates,— The theme of my humble lay. To you I will tell the story, Of that day dream not long ago. Although the teacher awoke me, I'll tell it as far as I know. As I dozed in the class room that morning, I thought of the wonderful class Whose intelligence never goes mourning. But always with A plus does pass. First rose in my vision, the youngest, Art Hedberg,—the wit of the class. His laughter is ever resounding. He once loved a Freshman lass. Next came a girl with fair blue eyes. She always has her glasses on. In German she is very wise. Her name is Ellen Swanson. But list! With measured tread I hear Familiar footsteps falling, Miss JJndblom,—calm,—sincere,— A teacher is her calling. A happy-go-lucky giri I see. Yet staid in times of trouble. None other than Gunhild Hagstrom, Thinks love is hut a bubble. CLASS Tune—“My Hearts Oh Seniors, Seniors, brilliant Seniors, That's just what we are this year. Oh. Seniors, Seniors, carefree Seniors, Whom all the students of Bethel hold dear. POEM. A wise old sage is Victor Person, In Physics class lie shines. The fair co-eds are alter him, But gracefully he declines. Another young man of great powers. Is Oscar Philanthropist Felth, His hobby is to keep regular hours. His motto is, “Wisdom and Wealth. A modest young man is remaining Of the class whose story L tell. You never can guess what his name is, So 1 11 tell you, its Henry Thunell. As I think of this fair class of seven Departing from Bethel this year, A lump in my throat then arises, And I cannot withhold a sad tear. The happy days passed here, together, Will never be, no never forgot, But in our memories pathway. Forever remain a green spot. Our class as a whole is most brilliant. Something you're all striving toward, Our motto we leave as a sign post, “As we labor, so is the reward. Dear classmates, our number is lucky. And graduate in the year 1912, Let not sadness delay our progress, But for knowledge persistently delve. Henry G. Thunell, T2. SONG. in the Highland '. Our Senior days will soon he o'er; They’ve fled as iho on wings of the wind, The days have gone, these are the last, The pleasure past, we’ll no more find.

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THE ACORN 13 In (he near future Mr. Person intends to enter some college. Without doubt the class is sure that he will make life worth while.” ARTHUR HEDBERG In a far away country Arthur Hedberg, the baby of the class and pet of our school, first looked out upon the world on March 24, 1895, in Japan. The following July he sailed with his parents to Omaha, Nebraska. After a stay of a year and a half they boarded the train for .Morgan Park, Chicago, where they remained for two years. By this time little Arthur was four years old, and should begin his education, so they went to Berwyn, where he attended the Emerson Kindergarten School. In 1899 he came to Minneapolis to pursue his school work. That year he appeared within the halls of the Webster School. Thence he went to the Holland Public School from which he graduated in 1909. The following year he entered the East High School for one year. Fortunately he slipped into Bethel Academy the year 1910. Mr. Hedberg has a large circle of friends, and will be greatly missed in •Bethel” by all, especially the Freshmen, when he leaves. He has great talents, but does not make it a point to exhibit them. It was not before in his Senior year” that his ability in Public Speaking” was revealed. As Manager of the B. A. Base ball Team” he, by his unceasing helping hand has been the great instigator in progress. To be true to his native country, he has chosen as his favorite flower the “Yellow Rose,” and at the same time to he true to the United States he has selected Prussian blue as his preferred color. His motto is: “Be of the greatest assistance,” which he surely lives up to. Mr. Hedberg will enter the U. of M. next year. Within the course of a few years we will hear of Mr. Hedberg, M. D. HENRY G. THUNELL Henry G. Thunell, the great politician hailed from that part of Sweden from which all ••Varmlaningar” come. On May 11, three years previous his coming to America is the most commemorate day in Henry's history, but we will not state why. In 1892 he emigrated with his parents to this country and settled down for a time in Crookston, Minnesota. After four years they moved to Minneapolis where educational advantages were plentiful. His early education he attained at the Holland public school. He had not finished the grades in Minneapolis when his parents decided to take up their abode in Milaca. Mr. Thunell completed the graded school here and attended one year in the High school at the age of fourteen. In 190G he went to Wansa, Nebraska, where he took up work in the office of the “Wausa Gazette. Here he stayed until 1908, when lie returned to Milaca to become foreman of the Milaca Times. After one year he was promoted to associate editor owing to ihe fact that he always showed competent work. His aim was to pursue his High School course, and therefore he appeared in Bethel Academy in the fall of 1910. In his schoolwork he has shown great intellect, and is classed as the champion debater. As a member of the S. P. B. quartette his ability in singing has been noticeable. Mr. Thunell has been a great helper in making the “Acorn” successful. Last year he was associate editor: this year his work as editor has been without complaint. Beside these positions he has served as president of the S. P. B. and at present he is chairman of the Alpha Beta Literary Society, president of the senior class and president of the athletic association His favorite flower is carnation, his favorite occupation is to read the daily papers, and believes heartily in his motto: Love conquers all.”

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THE A noble class of seven are we, Three fair girls, and four brave boys, Ready to start on life's stormy sea. Ready to meet its sorrows and joys. The cares of Seniors will pass to Juniors, Well leave to them our illustrious place. The fame, the glcry, the name of Seniors, I'or we with Alumni must now keep pace. We'll add a link to the grand Alumni, We'll join their ranks in the world so drear, ACORN 15 But, oft we know with a longing sigh We’ll wish to come back to Bethel so dear. But come what will,, we'll all be true. True, as true, as true can be, True to Bethel and true to you. True in what we ever may do. Now ere we part we'll bid farewell, Farewell, oh schoolmates and teachers true. Farewell, farewell, we bid thee farewell. Oh Bethel, dear Bethel, farewell to you. —E. S. ’12. r