Bethel University - Spire Yearbook (St Paul, MN)

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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

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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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THE BETHEL HERALD 15 needs o£ his dear people before thousands of the young people called and qualified for foreign service. He would also be privileged to -see a number of his classmates of the by-gone school days and attend the class reunion planned in connection with the 'Student Volunteer Convention. As he thus sat meditating the door-bell rang and as Dr. Berg opened the door he was greeted by Good Evening and How are you?” from the entering visitors in whom he recognized none other than his old classmates at Bethel: Waif red Johnson, Alice Jorgenson and Emil Nylund. After they had been seated and Dr. Berg had welcomed them in his own brotherly way, the call came for supper. At the table they related their various experiences at the mission station, also recalling many incidents and anecdotes from schooldays. From their conversation we learn that Walfred was teaching at the Bible school for Evangelists and Alice Jorgenson was doing wonderful work as the head of the Women’s Dep't. in that station, and had many interesting experiences to relate. Mr. Nylund, somewhat unwilling at first, was finally persuaded to relate some of his experiences in connection with the work as dean of the Theological Seminary for the native pastors. This account showed that he had been led to perform the most thorough-going and fruit-bearing work as teacher and preacher. Thus the evening continued and volumes could be filled if their experiences were recorded. The following week Dr. Berg, together with a number of friends, gathered at the wharf to take the boat, “Excelsior.” which was to carry them to America. Many had come to bid their doctor “God Speed,” and as the final signal was given, he stepped on board. The ship was soon moving slowly out of the harbor and the forms on the wharf became mere specks and then vanished in the distance. As Mr. Berg sought out his stateroom, he passed the salon from whence he heard the strains of a familiar gospel song. Then he was attracted by the clear voice of the speaker and with the usual desire to attend a meeting of this sort, he quietly slipped in to a seat in the back of the room. To his great pleasure he finds the speaker to be none other than Bengt Anderson who is returning to the Convention from Russia where he has been active in his Master's service in presenting the gospel to the people and instructing the young people in Bible truths in the University there. In this gathering are other Bethelites, a few of the class of 2.1 . Edith Anderson returning from Japan, where she acted as- Supt. of Nurses, in the Hospital in Tokyo;—Ingrid Stjernstrom, a teacher in the largest Baptist College in China, where she is the means of influencing men and women to go forth in the service of their Savior and Master. To the surprise of all when again returning to deck they are greeted by the pleasant face of Freedolf Anderson, who has been leading a geographical expedition in the Himalaya Mts., but is forced to return home on account of his health. After a journey of somewhat over two weeks, the “Excelsior glides thru the “Golden Gate” into the harbor of San Francisco and with joy they again see the dear, old U. S. A. In the usual rush on the pier, crowds hurrying to and fro, there is one whom they cannot fail to notice, a man of perhaps 40 years, eagerly watching the passengers as they pass him. When he turns toward them they see their old schoolmate Arthur Erickson now pastor of the Los Angeles church. In his fine Pierce Arrow they motor over the paved highway which is lined by flower beds of the beautiful California flowers and shaded by the immense California trees, to that beautiful city. As (Mrs. Erickson giving them a hearty welcome, leads them in to the parlor they are surprised to find that they are not the first visitors for here have gathered many familiar faces. First that of a woman whose smile has not been erased by the years of strenuous work in Siberia, but who has been able to do much to brighten the lives of those poor people there. She is the same happy Emily that her classmates knew at Bethel. She brings greetings from Ruth Forsbcrg who took her place as the Supt. of the •Hospital in Vladivostok. Then there is Harry Lundell who returned from Japan but a few days before. He has been doing a wondrous work there as missionary and