Bethel University - Spire Yearbook (St Paul, MN)

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20 THE BETHEL HERALD eration given him by his modest, helpful little wife. Before her marriage she was in charge of the Domestic Science Depart-men,t in the Seattle schools.” “Did you go to South America from San Francisco?” Mr. Carlson inquired. “No. I didn’t. I sailed straight to Australia. But before leaving San Francisco I heard that Ycrnice Holniqiiist was In Lima, Peru.” “Vernice Holmquist in Peru!” all exclaimed in chorus. Yes. You know Vernice, our modest little Vernice, is now a noted Journalist. She has surely made a name for herself. She has been almost all over the world. She is correspondent to the International News Service and is at present in Peru, studying the life of the Inca Indians.” “Well,” said Dr. Peterson, “when she gets done she’ll be able to write a book even more thrilling than Sir John, Mandeville’s Travels. “No doubt.” “Where did you go in Australia? Did you meet any Bethelites there?” “Yes. and you will be surprised when I tell you I met Huldah Tniedson in Melbourne. I met her on the main street one day and she introduced herself as Mrs., well don't ever expect me to remember names, but anyhow, she blushed in her own characteristic manner as she told me of her experiences. They had come to Australia, she said, to study religious problems on the small continent, and endeavor to solve them, if possible. She seemed very happy in her work, and I had the pleasure also of being the guest of honor at their home a few evenings later, when this impression was very much confirmed.” “Don’t forget to eat, gentlemen,” said the genial Mrs. Peterson. “Talk about women, but when you men get together, you can talk as much as any woman.” “Thank you, we won’t forget, Mrs. Peterson,” said the ever polite Lindholm. “But you must finish your tale. Jake.” “Well, to cut a long story short, I sailed from Australia to India, from India via China and Siberia to Petrograd. Here I found a beautiful capital city, the head of the ideal Russian republic which has risen to such prominence in the last ten years. From Petrograd I went on to Paris. But I forgot to say that I met one of our classmates in India, too. Wb have a fine Baptist College there, and on visiting it one day, I was very much astonished to run across our old friend and classmate, Lillian Lind. She is teacher of Advanced English in the school, and it surely was a joy to meet her again. She still speaks in the same determined. serious-minded, yet humorously inclined slow speech, and it did my heart good to hear the charming drawl again, which the years had, fortunately, not eradicated. She has the same high, noble aspirations and ideals as when she mingled with us at dear old Bethel. “I suppose you met our classmate in Paris, too, didn't you?” asked Mr. Carlson. “You mean Hildegarde Hellcrstedt. Yes. I met her under very auspicious circumstances. I heard her playing the piano in a concert of artists, and I tell you, her playing was simply marvelous. She just took that Paris audience by storm. I met her after the concert, and we had a long talk over old times back in dear old Minnesota. You know she studied music with some of the best teachers both in the United States and Europe and is now a finished artist, let me tell you.” You surely must have visited London on your trip, too. didn't you?” Indeed. I did, but I thought my days were numbered before I got there. That was the most exciting part of my whole trip. Just off the shore of France I ran head-on into another aeroplane, bound inland. and I thought it surely was all up with the Big Swede. My plane turned turtle about a dozen times, and was just about to drop into the ocean when I managed to right it and it shot ahead and was able to rise again. If ever my heart was in my throat, it was then. I continued on my way across the English Channel. I noticed another airship just ahead of me. We both landed at the same place, and imagine my surprise when I found the driver to he none other than our great scientist, Charlie Olson. We greeted each other most cordially, you may be sure. Charlie said this suggested something to him. I didn't know what he meant, but he told me he had just returned from an exploration expedition in South Africa. He had been sent there by the Smithsonian

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THE BETHEL HERALD 19 going to Sweden. He is an authority on, eschatology and his writings on the subject are very much in demand. Did you meet or hear of any other classmates while there?” No. I didn’t. O, yes, I did too. The family I stayed with were related to the Sandberg girls. They told me Alice was principal of schools in Kalamazoo. Mich, and had revolutionized the school system. Pedagogues all over the land were studying her methods and introducing them into their work. Alice is married. I can never remember names, but she is married to a prominent business man of that city. Wouldn’t it have seemed strange twenty-five years ago for the wife to work like that? But that is common now, you know.” Wliat about Hannah? Where is she?” Hannah became vitally interested in the Jewish question shortly after she left college. She became so enthused over the return of the Jews to the Holy Land that she secured employment in the Zionist movement, and now she has headquarters in Jerusalem, superintending the relief work among the Jewish peasants who are flocking to the golden land of promise.” As Jacobson finished speaking, the office door suddenly opened and without any undue ceremony a handsome, dignified, stately looking man stepped into the room, and was recognized immediately as being none other than, the president of the class, Eric Lindholm. If anything he was more dignified than ever. Joyous greetings were exchanged all around, and all held him to strict accountability. What kind of tribunal is this that I have dropped in upon.” he said. Are you planning an insurrection, a campaign for the elimination of the eat habit, or a tennis game? Well, I suppose I better give an account of myself, since you demand it.” “He doesn’t need to,” exclaimed Dr. Peterson. Gentlemen, I want to introduce you to Dr. Lindholm, poet laureate of the United States, lecturer without equal on the philosophy of life, and an author of the first rank. You should have heard him in Boston Orchestral Hall a few weeks ago. Poetic prose and prosaic poetry flowed from his lips with an eloquence that held his audience spell-bound for two hours and a half. We are certainly proud of you. Eric, and welcome you into our august presence. How are you faring?” “Well you nearly took my breath away, Pete, but I am glad to say that the world is treating me quite well. I am quite contented, and why shouldn’t I be, For what is so rare as a day in June, Then if ever come perfect days.” “There he goes again. But say. I am going to tell Mrs. Peterson to serve us a regular Bethel Boarding Club dinner tonight for old time’s sake, so you’ll excuse me. won’t you?” Dr. Peterson soon returned and informed the company that his wife had anticipated him and dinner was all ready to be served in the dining room. They repaired thither and were soon seated round the festal board. When grace had been said all insisted that Jacobson continue liis -story where he had left off. Well my next destination was Saint Paul. I found that city stirred to its depths In the greatest revival they had since Aid-rich was there many years ago. A large tabernacle seating 20,000 persons was not large enough to hold the crowds that clamored to get in. The campaign was being conducted by the Hamlin Evangelistic Party, and none other than our friend Martin was preaching in good old Billy Sunday style. He has held large campaigns, not only in this country but in. Europe and Australia, and has had remarkable success. “From St. Paul, I sailed across the Rockies and made a landing finally in San Francisco. Here I was entertained most royally by another one of our classmates, Eric Danielson. Eric is Superiutendan.t of Missions on the Pacific Coast, but besides being prominent in religious work, he holds an influential place in the political life of the Pacific Coast States and his word goes a long way in any controversy that arises. He is the same Eric as of old, just as enthusiastic and zealous as ever.” How long were you in San Francisco?” Eric asked. I was there two weeks. I also heard about Astrid Palm while there. She is married and lives in Seattle, Washington. Her husband is a prominent physician, and owes much of his success to the splendid co-op-

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THE BETHEL HERALD 21 Institution of Washington, D. C. He had found two new rivers, one of which he has named the Entambangor River and the other the Suvtoranian River. He shot fourteen lions, two elephants and brought back quite a few relics for the institution. “In. London I called upon another classmate of ours. Arthur Nelson. Arthur is a wonderful power in old England, let me tell you. His powerful voice and wonderful personality have won for him a large hearing. He is pastor of Spurgeon’s old church and enormous crowds flock to hear him. He is president of a large college and seminary. I saw his name in large headlines on the first page of a London newspaper in connection with a great speech he made regarding a bill just pending in Parliament, .and I could hardly believe my eyes when I saw all the titles strung out ot'ter his name. Ph.D.. LLD., M.A., B.A.. D.D., and I don’t know what all. You know the English are great for appending the titles. After leaving London. I sailed for home, and reached New York in a short time without any mishap.” “Well, Jakie, you certainly had a great trip. I wouldn’t mind to have been along. But I almost forgot what I wanted you to come here for. primarily. I am sure you will want to help me enlarge our church edifice to accommodate our growing crowds. My trustees wont do anything, and I was just wondering if you were in a position to help us.” “Surely, Dr. Peterson, if a check for $10.-000 would help yon any I would be glad to give it to you. and I wouldn’t notice it a bit.” “Thank you, ever so much. But say, wasn’t there one other classmate you didn’t mention. You didn’t happen to meet him. but I understand he is living somewhere in the United States, has a pleasant little parish, and is doing quite as well as any of the rest of us.” BE A BOOSTER! If you think your school the best Tell ’em so! If you’d have it lead the rest. Help it grow! Let the other fellow roast. Shun him as you would a ghost. Meet his banter with a boast And a smile. When there is anything to do Let others count on. you. You’ll feel good when it is through Don’t you know? When a stranger from afar Comes along. Tell him who and what you are, Make it strong. If you are used to giving knocks. Change your style; Throw bouquets instead of rocks For a while. Never flatter, n.ever bluff, Tell the truth, for that’s enough. Be a booster, that’s the stuff, Don’t just belong.