Bethel University - Spire Yearbook (St Paul, MN)

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20 THE BETHEL HERALD Mary Johnson’s quietness to Lila Fred-lund. August Berg’s good looks to Eleanore Bonde. Gordon Bodien’s musical voice to Carl Ackerman. Vernon Berg’s artistic taste to Esther Bergfalk. Esther Dufstrom’s dainty fingers to Enoch Johnson. Edith Nelson’s dimples to Elizabeth Carlson. Elmer Palm’s husky muscles to Schugy. Edwin Omark’s curly hair to E. O. Anderson. Jasper’s baseball glove to Bertha Rask. Ruth Forsberg’s dignity to George Ferre. Myra Peterson’s leadership to Dora Wal-lendorf. Ragnhild Johnson’s studiousness to MacMillan. Amy Peterson’s modesty to Palmquist. Naomi Larson’s jokes to Carol Taylor. Emily Satterberg’s medicine-kit to Henry Johnson. Alice Jorgenson’s spectacles to Theodore Anderson. Ellen Iledlund’s gloves to Adolph Johnson. Elsie Larson’s poetry to Reubin Tanquist. Elmer Palm’s kodak to Elvira Scherling. Mabel Peterson's mouth organ to Sigfrid Sandberg. Clarence Moberg’s pompadour to Edward Viren. Naomi Tornblom’s pocket-book to Linden Moberg. Alfred Nelson’s stage-fright to Margaret Olson. Emil Nylund’s new tie to Edith Larson. Oliver Olson’s picture to Esther Bodien. Edythe Bjorklund’s candy-pan to Miller. Bart’s pep to Lillian Tclandcr. Walfred Johnson’s French to Hammer-strom. Ragnar Wall's Caesar, to Inkey. Genevieve Hasselblad’s cheer to Wm. Turnwall. Albin Norling’s popularity to Edwin Moberg. DOWN IN THE CELLAR WHERE IT’S COOL By A. W. NELSON, ’2-1 Down in the cellar where it’s cool We cook our grub while going to school. One gas range with burners four, Three forks, a knife and one spoon more, One cracked kettle and a frying pan, Bavin’s the cook and feels like a man. Breakfast we eat at half past four, Nine cakes each and not one more, Syrup on top and butter below Thank God, for this He did bestow. We scrub the dishes in the tub And wipe ’em by putting the towel to rub. Dinner we don’t eat quite so slow. Forty-five minutes and to school we go, Rice, and oats and corn fish stew, Cooked the way the Indians do; Just push the pan on the fire bright This grub we eat but do not sight. Supper’s the meal that’s all the go Cause time’s nothing after school, you know, Fried spuds brown and onions, too. Just the food that’s good for you, There aint no style or fancy quibs Just plain grub that sticks to the ribs. Sunday’s a day of rest for us Cause we’re dressed too nice to cook and fuss, So we grab what’s cold and let that do Till we get doughnuts at the B. Y. P. U. Then we’re always ready to start the week right With an empty stomach and a big appetite. Ten dollars a month it takes for two To furnish all that's needed for stew. The work it takes don’t need much time Cause it’s all fun, aint worth a dime, When you’re hungry come for a treat We do it well and do it cheap. Who could happier be in school Than Nelson and Bavin down where it’s cool. Sitting together on a box and board And placing grub where it ought to be stored Laughing and being to each other kind Each telling the other the thought of bis mind.

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THE BETHEL HERALD 19 the form of a Junior-Senior banquet. The feast, the decorations and the program were the most unique and extraordinary ever carried out by any class. The Seniors departed in good spirits and with kindlier thoughts of the Junior class. ■ Thus it came about that the time was at hand when we re-assembled in the halls of Bethel to complete our course. When the Senior class convened we numbered forty souls, but noticed that many new faces had replaced those formerly among us. On the 28th day of September in the year 1920, a class meeting was held in which wo elected August Berg as our chief executive and other worthy were elected who, together with various committees, were to direct the activities of the year. Now in these days, during the administration of “Augustus Bergus,” our worthy president, many things were brought to pass. As we continued in our way we felt the need of a faculty advisor who could tide us through our Senior year, and thereupon chose -Professor Henry C. Wingbladc, who has proven not only a trusty guide but a faithful friend and a wise counsellor. Although his English assignments seemed long and hard, and there was much murmuring among us concerning them, we now appreciate the value of the same and what the training has meant to us. Then, in order that, in the days to come ( LASS WILL OF The lawyer who drew up the following will was rather bewildered as to what he should do when he found out that there is not a sufficient number of Juniors to go around for all the Seniors this year. But he managed to wiggle out of the difficulty by deciding that no Junior—in order to keep him, or her, from getting “big-headed” —should receive more than one legacy from the Seniors. In this case, the lawyer said, the Seniors must pass on some of their heirlooms to the members of the lower classes. The last “Will and Testament” of the Senior Class of Ninoteen-twcnty-one,—the signatures being witnessed by Jake Rabbitfur and John Oatmeal,—reads as follows: — we might have something to remind us of the happy days spent together, we chose as our class colors, maroon and gold. We could think of no motto more suitable for our class than “Loyal and True” and purposed in our hearts to ever live up to our high ideals. This know also, that in these last days, although we were pressed by much work, we nevertheless, willingly partook in all the school activities; and not least in athletics for all but one of the members of the basketball team were Seniors. There has been little to mar the happiness of this, our Senior year, except the illness of two our beloved classmates, one of whom has been restored to us, and the other, we trust by God’s great grace, may also be permitted to be with us again. Now as the days are beginning to draw nigh when we shall leave our Alma Mater, we are glad that we can leave as a remembrance -to the school a most valuable and practical gift consisting of an electric clock system. We now therefore, beloved teachers and fellow students, look back on these Bethel years with mingled feelings of regret and appreciation;—regret that our parting comes so soon, but with the deepest appreciation,—first, to our instructors for all they have done for us in helping to fit us for life service, and also to the entire school family for their help and for the mutual friendships formed. SENIORS—1921 We. the SENIORS of 1921, do bequeath the following Requisites of Scholarship to the worthy followers in our foot-steps to wisdom: Bengt Anderson’s smile to 'Mickey. A lock of Goldie Putnam’s hair to Harold Martinson. Some of Ingrid Stjernstrom’s wisdom to Herb. L. Peterson. Arthur Erickson’s wit to Clarence Hag-strom. Ward’s Fordmanship to Anfin Erickson. Harry Lull dell’s tiny feet to Ernest Ell-strom. Edith Anderson’s winning ways to Patsy. Freedolph Anderson’s mathematical talent to Alex Souter.

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to BETHEL HERALD STAFF, 1920-21. THE BETHEL HERALD