Bethel University - Spire Yearbook (St Paul, MN)

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THE AGO UN 15 Dreaming 1 see before me the beaming face of a laddie, Axt l Belstrom it is. the youngest of all our true-hearted. Ever ready was he with smiles that would comfort the freshmen; Fondly they cherish his mem’rv as on to their classes repairing. The voice of Axel reechoes thru Bethel Academy's class rooms. Tho worried with many big tiiots, not only worldly but weighty; Still she can- laugh with the birds this bright blue-eyed maiden. Ruth Larson. Her fond aspirations are high and still they ever rise higher. Whether to teach in a school or science domestic she knows not. Only to join in the ranks of tiie stalwart Alumni to cheer them Thru all the problems of life that ever so closely beset them. ■ In deepest stentorian tones in the language of Northmen we hear it, The voice of a Daniel the Strandberg, who always can tell how to do it. Always contented is he and ne’er o'er his lot is he grumbling. Only to hear his that's right,” will help us to bear up our troubles. Such is the man who with gavel enforces the laws of our province. Tho Caesar has died. Hannah Gornson • forgets not the spirit he left us, In him she has found a good friend ar.d ever' a noble companion. Troubles and sorrows are naught for with him there is comfort and solace. Fiom frozen fiords of the north comes a fair-haired, blue-eyed maiden. Tho faithful and true to her home she loves the States of America. Woe to the man that comes near her and refers to himself as superior, Never again to her face will he dare to repeat such a statement, For proud as a queen and as haughty with silence she conquers. Thus we find our Sitona, another blithe Senior lassie. Among the deepest of lores of the old Scandinavian poets Delves Arthur the stately Belstrom and dignified Senior laddie. Untiring ever is he and when he has found some bright jewel. Gladly he gives to the world a share in all his great knowledge. In the mysteries of science and learning, well-versed is our dear Esther Sund-felt. The meekest of all Val'dictorians. her delight is in tangents and circles. Where else could we find such a student, in all Academic surroundings. All have passed their several ways, Only one is left to go: So with haste I join the ranks, But shall not give my name. A. E. J.—'14. Kock-a-bye-Seniors, Upon the tree-top If you keep working The cradle will rock, If you stop digging The cradle will fall, Down will como Seniors, Diplomas and all.

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THE AGO K N 17 LOOKING FORWARD. Hawkes Nest, Can., July 24. 1935. Dear Old Schoolmate: — Well, here I am at my little cottage, and oh, so glad to be home again. I leel as the 1 had been- gone many years, ana the sight of the sunny iittlc rooms, with the brilliant geraniums in the windows and the blinking old Tabitha, who lazily got up to rub against m.v skirt, gave me an old thrill of pleasure. I walked from room to room peering into every nook and cranny like a curious child. As I stepped from the door in the early July morning I was greeted with a bark of joy from Bowser, who frisked about in mad delight trying to show me everything at once, including the new flowers that had bloomed while I had been gone. From the garden he frisked to the chicken yard. That dog is really half human. It was beautiful to be home again. T must tell you of my visit to the “States” as they are called here, and how I happened to meet the members of the famous class of 1914. It is now twenty years since I have seen any of them, I ho I have kept up a desultory correspondence with several of the girls. I made quite an extended visit in different parts of Minnesota, but spent the last weeks of my stay with friends ii the Twin Cities. But, it having been some time since I had heard from any of the girls. I began a thorough search for them. I had almost given up hope of ever seeing any of them, when suddenly I discovered Esther Sundfelt quite by accident. You know the famous hoop skirt that was in vogue fifty or sixty years ago. is coming in again. And as I have not much of an opportunity to see the latest fashions here in Hawkes Nest, upon seeing in the advertisement of the Emporium in St. Paul that they were demonstrating them. 1 went. The demonstration was held on the fourth floor, and of course the place was thronged with women. Well. I managed to get In and somehow 1 came to get upfront. A very beautifully gowned woman, was demonstrating on a little raised platform. From the advertisement I deducted that this must be .Madam Esther. .Madam was eulogyizing upon the beauty and good sense of the latest creation of fashions wand, when she happened to look my way, and, stopping in the middle of a sentence, stared at me for a full minute. Then 1 found myself grabbed by both hands and I locked up into the face of Esther Sundfelt. Of course everyone turned and stared, but Esther promptly got up and announced that the demonstration was over Cor the day. I had a long visit with Esther, for of course we had a lot to talk about. She has just returned from Paris, where she has been to get new ideas in her particular line of work. She told me, however, that she was going to give up her work. When I asked the reason, she blushinglv confided that she was engaged to bo married to a Frenchman, who has a long, unpronounceable name with two or three titles hooked on. and a chateau in Italy somewhere. Esther was always a good Latin student and T am exceedingly glad that she will get some use of it. Shortly after my meeting with Esther 1 was walking down Nicollet avenue in Minneapolis, when I heard someone call “Sopho! Sopho!” I stopped. Where had l heard that name? Across the street a man was standing, appearing to be a Westerner, to judge from his apparel. Again came the cal!, more imperative this time, “Sopho. Sopho!” Something in the voice and bearing of the man awakened a slumbering memory. No it couldn’t be— yes, it was Dan Strnndberg. the jolly president of the class of 1914. Hurriedly I crossed the street just as he had secured by the neck a beautiful shepherd dog. whose name he had been calling. He recognized me readily, and together we made our way to the Leamington Hotel.