Bethel University - Spire Yearbook (St Paul, MN)

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THE BETHEL HERALD 13 GOLDIE M. PUTNAM And her modest answer, and graceful air Show her wise and good as she is fair. Little Falls, Minn. INGRID STJEKNSTROM run of the truest, deepest thoughts. Doing the very tilings she ought. Barnum, Minn. EMILY E. SATTERBERG ’Twas lier thinking of others tliat made us think of her. Kingsburg, Calif. NAOMI TORNBLOM A girl with a smile Is a girl that’s worth while. St. Paul, Minn. RAGNAOR C. WALL There is a package entitled “Success” awaiting you. Minneapolis, Minn. .MILTON WARD To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.

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12 THE BETHEL HERALD MABEL P. PETERSON7 A lover of the true, the pood, the beautiful. Prentice, Wis. AMY V. PETERSON7 A quiet, industrious younp pirl. Strandberg, So. Dak. MYRA C. PETERSON Don’t start anything without me. Minneapolis, Minn. CARL J. G. PALM True merit like a river—the deeper it is the less noise it makes. Lake Norden, So. Dak. ELMER H. L. PALM Forsooth, ho was a merry man withal. Lake Norden, So. Dak.

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14 THE BETHEL HERALD CLASS SONG Class of s21. By WALFRED JOHNSON From north, from south, from east, from west from lands across the sea, Our paths have lead o’er hill and plain oh Bethel! unto thee, We gathered here full forty strong, the greatest class and best, To learn and toll, to lift and smile, to live and work with zeal. Chorus: Unfurl our dear maroon and gold, Yc loyal and ye true. With trust in God and courage bold Each task we’ll bravely do. Together we have worked and played as side by side we’ve stood. We’ve been united, heart and soul in bond of brotherhood. Each passing day, each fleeting hour has brought us golden store; Enriched our lives and strengthened us for tasks that lie before. But swift the days have passed away, these happy Bethel days. Oh Seniors! list!—the time has come for parting of our ways. Farewell oh Bethel! best of schools, our Alma Mater true, Our fondest memories will be of days we’ve spent with you. Still, though we part, each one his way we’ll all united be To serve our God, uphold the truth and aid humanity. The great world’s work is ’waiting us, our part we’ll bravely do Each member of our dear old class the Loyal and the True. CLASS PROPHECY By ESTHER DUFSTROM and BENGT ANDERSON It was evening. The day had been hot and sultry, foretelling the coining thunderstorm that did so much to clear the atmosphere and quench the thirst of nature. The trees, shrubs and flowers stretched forth their petals and leaves as if eager to gain as much as possible from the falling raindrops. The renewed song of the birds together with the (fragrance from all of refreshed nature gave pleasure, relief, and recreation to the weary workers at the mission station in Calcutta, India. When the storm had ceased, a middle-aged man, somewhat above average height, entered the veranda of a beautiful bungalow, and after viewing the brilliant sunset, sought out a large bamboo-chair, where lie could enjoy the beauties of nature as well as take the much needed rest. The day had been a strenuous one, giving no time for relaxation. In the morning he had performed several operations, at the mission hospital; in the afternoon he had instructed his class of young Hindoos in the Medical College connected with the hospital, and just before his return home he had addressed a group of young men in the Mission chapel. On what day are you leaving, August?” The familiar voice sounded from the adjacent room where the evening meal was being prepared. “I am not certain as yet, but think it will be the latter part of next week,” was the response from the cheerful but fatigued occupant upon the veranda. This question diverted the Doctor’s thots from the worries of his work, the meaning of the sickness and the sin and misery about him. He thot of the journey he was to take to America; of the joy it would give him to address the Student Volunteer Convention at which he had been asked to speak and where lie could present the (Vi