Bethel University - Spire Yearbook (St Paul, MN)

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THE ACORN liS (iXlaisje Elian Gusb'ifson The attention of the world was called to Earl Carlson the wonderful inventor and .genius, lie had competed an aeroplane that could liy across the Atlantic ocean In less than twenty-four hours. The journey thru the air was as sate as a journey on land. It had always been ray desire to take a trip thru the air, and visit the old world. Earl consented to act as my guide and take me to any place 1 desired. My first stop was in Italy, the country with blue skies, trees of orange and lemons, air filled with the fragrance of the orange blossom and the blazing oleanders. The sun was setting, coloring the sky in colors that no artist can paint. I seated myself by a sparkling fountain. I saw the mcon as it rose blending the crimson of the sky with the blue of night. The stars shone brightly one by one. silently as a nun; the twilight thickened and the sharp jagger edges at houses and mountains were obscure, only the beauty remained. I was lost in the beauty of it, when I saw a tall stately priest walk down the worn path from a large monastery with steps slow and deliberate. A little child passed and addressed him as Padre Hammer, in the pale moonlight I saw the selfsame Gust Hammer that used to sit in the class rooms at Bethel always longing to recite his lessons. lie seemed somewhat sadder than of yore, hut his burning zeal lor the betterment ol' humanity was no less. His solemn voice blended well with the chimes of the silvery bells as they tolled the hours ror prayer. He recognised me as a stranger in Rome and spoke to me. Wc scon renewed our acquaintance, and he told me that Victor Sword was an ambassador to Italy from America. He was considered a successful agitator lor the world’s peace and the full recognition of Brotherhood of Man. lie had just left the day before and would hold a meeting at Stockholm, Sweden. Much as I would have liked to have stayed in Italy, my guide v.anted to he on flight again. Our next stopping place was Switzerland where the world’s Sunday School Convention was in session. I was introduced to the president of the Convention. I was pleasantly surprised to meet Ivey Johnson, the wise sage of our class loom, leader of such a worldwide movement. Good things usually follow close, ami here, loo, 1 saw Esther Imrson, or used to be “Larson,” representing the Swedish Baptist minister's mutual influences. She did justice to her calling; the speech she delivered and the plea she presented thrilled the audience, and it is something that will live in their memories forever. They told me that I would meet Bora Tornhlom in France. Her silvery laugh could always be heard as she walked among the ruins, castles, palaces of France gathering material for a history she was writing for the students at Bethel Academy. Hue to a slight accident with our machine, we were forced to stop at the nearest country, the Isle of Wight. My attention was called to a very unique building. I rapped at the door and was admitted by a school ma'am, who proved to be no one but Sigrid Johnson. She had always longed for adventures and now she had gone to this remote place to put into practice a new system of teaching. She is a very successful teacher and her methods will be the ones that will be used thruout the universe. That we talked is not necessary to say; both of us had much to relate. She was very glad to know about her classmates and, I, too, learned that Frank Renstrom was a “D. D.” in Africa. His ideas are modern and his theology very sound. If my guide had not been so impatient I, perhaps, would have lingered at the beautiful spot, but there is neither rest nor delay, so we again were flying thru the Cont. on page 34.

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THE ACORN n (Clans I know a class, a wondrous class. The greatest class l vow. That you can find at any place, And here 1 give it now. Well, ladies first, we always say When ’fraid of something ill. Then Dora Tornblocm, takes the lead, •Because she says, I will!” S. Johnson is another one Who’ll work to get ahead. She would, I guess, get pretty far If not lor, “Tig too had!” The third one on the firing line We’ll say is Miss Witzeil. She is a Chinese Swede and then— Well, all I dare not tell. I understand quite many things, But many more I don’t. And Ida Billman’s one of them. You’ll know her by, I won’t!” Think without confusion clearly Of Ellen Gustavson sincerely. She is so queer and funny, really She is just like this verse (stanza). But Esther Larson is a girl. So sober and so still; She walks around like Grandma self. She laughs just when she will. Perplexities do always end With some perplexity; (Class Fare well, cur dear old Bethel, Farewell our school so true! Farewell ye halls and class rooms If you are but a few! Chorus: Because we must now leave you We feel as children do When they must leave their mothers And brothers, sisters true. {Jam And Ivey Johnson is this one Perplexity to me. But from the unknown reaim I go, And come on unsafe ground. Let Charley Hodne be the first To introduce this ground. When boys grow up they all enjoy And will compete with mates; But Gustav Iiammar is a boy, Who does compete with maids. We also have a “Frank” young man, Who tries to be on top. And surely he is climbing now, He says, “I’ll ne’er give up.” I can't define the wondrous things That Carlson now has found. But he’s discovered many things That no one yet has found. We also have an Ander’s son, A very brilliant lad; But little boys do quickly learn The mischiefs and the bad. Sam Young’s the elder of the class; He will bring up the rear. He’s noted for his mild blue eyes, He’s not at all to fear. The simple verse form I have used When I’ve described the class, Is not because of them, you know, But of the reading Mass. And to our teachers also We now must say farewell! We know that you have loved us. But here we cannot dwell. Chor. Farewell, ye loving schoolmates, To you we are in debt For all the loving kindness You’ve shown since first we met. Therefore ye halls and classrooms, And teachers oh, so true! And all our loving schoolmates. Farewell! Farewell, to you!

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THE A C O RN 1U EDITORS, ROBERT ANDERSON, IDA BILLMAN, LILLY STONESTROM. CU:st. CJ. has already found a Hose. Rather early. The record for pole-vaulting for one or two of the boys js iess than the high jump. Found by Bob. A. on Lake Street Bridge cne rainy night, a boy who seemed lost. After several attempts at trying to find out his name. Bob. found it to be Gust. G. from Bethel. Bob. brought him home. G. A. G., looking at last page of a newspaper: I always read Little Aids for Cupid, because I might need them sometime.” In Minneapolis, would you call the spikes that hold up the safely zone, suspenders of traffic,—safety pins? At the end of three weeks of married life a Southern darky returned to the minister who performed the ceremony and asked for a divorce. The minister, after explaining that he couldn’t give him one, said: “You know, Sam, you took her for better or for worse ' ’Yes sir, I knows flat,” rejoined the darky, but—but, she’s worse than I took her for. —Ex. I tcok her out in my new canoe, As the summer’s day toward evening drew, A wooing, bashful lover: 1 kissed her on her lips divine. And asked her softly to be mine, When the blooming boat turned over.—Ex. If a mosquito bite thee on one hand, give him the other, palm downward. Anna S.— This is a gossiping room. A. S. (hard of hearing)—“it surely is a gospel.” Prof. H. C. W.—“Where is poetry in winter, when everything is frozen?” V. H. Sword—“In the poet's heart. Mr. Person—“What is so interesting about the poem ’AktenskapsriMgan’? G. A. Gustafson—“The subject.” “God made man and rested. Then God made woman. Since then neither God nor man have rested. —Ex . C. Robt. A—“What’s the initials on that ball? T think its mine.” Ruth E.—“C. R. A. Z. Y. It must be yours.” On May 1st the students had an outing to Minnehaha Falls which was enjoyed very much by everybody. Good-Bye Bethel. Good-Bye Bethel Good-Bye Bethel! We’re going to leave you now! Rob. A.— I got a headache above one eye.”