Bethel University - Spire Yearbook (St Paul, MN)

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( ) 1923 — The Bethannual — 1923 iiiititliiilliii iitiittiiiMiiitittiiciiiiiiiiiMttHiiiiii Jiiiiiiiu tiiiiiitiitisniiit t:iMt iii£B:t:ii«iiiiiiiiiBiiiniinii nun mi iiiiiiniciniiniiiHiiiili iimmir tiniBiiiiu m Yes, and my, but it was dark when we first came into the chapel. And all of a sudden, bang! And the lights went on.” “What made the bang?” “Oh, two pans were knocked together.” And do you remember how sorry we felt at tltc end of the first semester?” “No, we don't. What for?” “It was because we were denied our semester’s examinations, so we couldn't show the teachers how much we knew. This was on account of the ‘flew’ epidemic. “Ila, ha, ha, that's pretty good. I had forgotten all about that. Here comes Elizabeth. Hello, Elizabeth! Glad to sec you. Hotter late than never.” “Hello, folks! I sure am glad I could come, even if it is late.” We liave been talking about tire time we were Ereshies.” It certainly is interesting. Isn't it?” Yes, it sure it. Listen, Betty, you tell us about that time we Freshmen had a party with the Seniors.” Oh, yes! The Juniors, Sophomores and Commercials tried to take our refreshments, but they made a mistake and took the Seniors’ ice cream instead. I remember they were told they better learn the 'Golden Rule’ and The Ten Commandments’.” For goodness sake, folks, don’t forget that last social we had, when we treated all the rest of the school.” Oh, yes, and the ice cream gave out. That sure was a good joke. We gave them pie a la mode and coffee.” “Art, you haven't talked much for a while. We can’t think of anything else that liap-pened during the Freshman year.” “Why, people, don’t you remember that awful fuss we had deciding about that tree we were to plant? Some of the class wanted an umbrella tree that would look artistic, you know. And otlters wanted an oak tree that would look sturdy, as strength and dignity was really the least that could be expected from such a class. The greater number wanted an oak tree, and we got it. Now, some of you folks were not among us when we were Freshmen, but came with us into our Sophomore class. What do you remember about the Sopliomorc year? Gladys, you ought to remember, you were Secretary.” “Oh, there was little that happened the Sophomore year. Henry Joluison was our President and Edith Palm our Vice President. One of our programs was an extemporaneous affair. And it was interesting to note what a bright class we really had. Another social we will never forget, was the one we had with the Junior class. It was at tliis time tliat no class members were recognized, but many cliaractcrs of times past, from all over the world, honored Bethel Academy with their presence. Wild cowboys, aristocratic old maids carrying smelling salts and pet cats, tramps, haughty men of high social standing, old women from Sweden and young belles of tlic eighteenth century, joined in rendering a splendid program. “Yes, and there was an accident that occurcd to one of our members during the second year. Don’t you remember, Gladys?” No, I don’t. ’Fritz’ received a slight injury to his head by falling backwards in his chair, bumping his head upon a radiator. However, he quickly recovered.” “And I remember how Harold always used to go around and say, ‘You tell ’em, the Sophomores know’.” “But the Junior year wasn't extraordinarily exciting either, only when we won all the declamatory and oratorical contests, and debates. How excited we used to be.” “The Juniors were there all right when it came to speaking, no one can deny that.” “And then there was the Junior-Senior banquet. That was a grand affair, at least that was what the Seniors said.” Yes, and then there was that feeling tliat next year we would be Seniors and it would be the last year. And we thought tluit would Ik a great thing.” “But it really doesn’t seem the way I thought it would, to be a Senior. I have enjoyed this year immensely, but even so, it lias been much like the rest. We have had to deal with English IV, and have failed to find it as hard as the Seniors of last year tried to toll us.” “Even so. it lias been continually doing things for the last time, and it lias made me rather sad.” Say, but tluit last Senior party was sonic corker. Oh! Gene, but you make a swell girl. And Elvira, my, but you were a sight.” I don’t care, I enjoy liard-timc parties once in a while. You can have some tun without thinking you arc going to mess your dress, anyhow.” “What do you think about the gift we are going to give the school? I think that those two museum cases are just the thing.” “They certainly arc, Dick. Now, we will have to send back some things to add to those Bethel already lias, to put in them.” “Oh, yes, 1 am going to send back a monkey from Africa.” Pnge 24

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 1923 — The Bethannual— 1923 iiimiiniimtnitit:Mit iimiaimii 111:111111111 nm illiiililiBHini iiaimii iiimniriiiiiiiiiiin in nnm SENIORS Richard llou.ANi) ................................. President Archik Vettkh.........................................Vice President Elsie Wik .................................................Secretary Rudolph Dahlquist....................................... Treasurer Gladys Rundquist......................................I'alcdictorian Elsie Wik...............................................Salutatorian Motto— He conquers who works. Colors—Purple and Gold. Class Flowers—Aster. WHAT THE CLOCK ON THE CHAPEL WALL HEARD Oli! I'll never forget the first day. how I ran around trying to find ilie right room. You know we were given that card with the numbers of the rooms and the names of the subjects. I surely was excited, because I didn’t dare to come in late and have everybody stare at me. “Why, Camie, that was nothing. I remember when some of us went looking all over the State Fair Grounds for the Boarding Club. And you know how many buildings there are in the fair grounds. And that wasn’t all. either. We were just starved before we ever started, because we couldn’t lunch whenever we pleased after we got to Bethel. 1 certainly feel sorry for you. Art. but that doesn't help now. I guess. “No, 1 should say not. Arvkl. Oh. listen. Edith! Do you remcmlxrr what a good time we had at the weiner roast a few days after school began? It was at Minnehaha Falls. Yes, I'll say I do! We sure had a good, old time. But the joke came just as we had finished eating our buns and weiners. when a cop came ?.ixl told us we couldn’t have a fire at that place, but would have to put it out and go somewhere else. I'm glad we were all through eating. The falls were so beautiful, and if I can remember right, it gave some such an inspiration tliat they tried walking back to Bethel, and—. “Oh. that wasn't exciting at all. I'll tell you something worth listening to. “Now, Arvid, you know it isn't polite to interupt like that. “I beg your iKtrdon. but I can't help it. I've just got to tell about that Freshman party on—oh. let me see. I think it was the 4th of October. Maybe you don't all remember tliat quite a while before the main program was to come off. a bunch of ils were all excited because we heard they were going to initiate Nyborg and Fritz.’ And sure enough, before long a bunch of boys came. They took Nyborg and carried him down stairs, and they got 'Fritz' down tlx-re. too. i'll never forget how angry some of the girls were. Do you remember that, Nyborg?” Oh. I’ll never forget it as long as I live. I think we ought to give Thora a chance to tell about the program which we had afterwards. You remember it. don't you?” Yes. a person couldn't possibly forget that; I don’t, of course, remember every number on the program, but I do remember that Emcrie Gustafson gave tlx welcome speech and he said, ‘Welcome. Bethel Freshmen, welcome.’ He surely must have said ’welcome’ one hundred times. Ixcausc it is ringing in my ears yet After that welcome speech we were ushered into the study hall by the chairman, Lillian Wik. I remember there was a circle of chairs, with a group of chairs in the middle. Some of the most important, or the greenest, I don't know which, were in tlx- middle. 1 know I wasn't. Were you. Nyborg? “Were you. Camie ? Yes, of course, I was, I’ll never forget the dainty and delicious refreshments they gave us. Say, Munson, I thought that I was supposed to tell about this, but I’ll let you tell the rest. I can almost taste tlx sc refreshments now when I think of it. Oh, tliat gloss starch pudding, flavored with lemon and mixed with gravel raisins from the Bethel roof garden, rubber binders and sugar sand, and all this garnished with bananas. It sure was some spread. Oh, yes, we got one-half of a chocolate eclair, too. “Listen, there's the plxine ringing. 1 wonder who tliat can lx-.” It was Elizalx th Carlson. She wanted to know if you folks are still here. She said she could not come until late, hut she is coming over right away. “Let's see. Who was our first President? It was Enoch 'Johnson. And Burris Richardson was Vice President, and he became our President tlx- second semester. Ob. yes. that’s right I remember. The second semester he became President, and Elizabeth Carlson became Vice President. But by all means don’t forget tliat Hallowe’en party they gave us: when we walked between Ixittlcs blind folded, and Professor Snyder stepped into a tub of water, PaKc 2i

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 1923 — The Bethannual 1923 s “Say, they arc not monkey cages.” “I didn’t say so. I guess I can send back a stuffed monkey, can't I ?” “But tell me, wasn’t the Junior-Senior banquet a great success, though? A lot of good tilings to eat The room was so pretty and the speeches were just fine. At least I thought so.” “It sure was. But do you folks all realize that Commencement will be here in a few days, and then we will be no more at Bethel.” “How sad! But why do they call it Commencement? Oh, you know tliat is because we have just got started doing something. Don’t you think, though, that after all the Itard work and study, we have had a splendid time these four years at Bethel?” “We sure have.” And then all was still. The clock ticked on, the hands going round counting the time wltcn another class would pass from the halls of Bethel. Senior Class Prophecy A beautiful touring car rolled up the Park Boulevard in the fashionable suburbs of Chicago. The charming woman at the wheel turned her car into the broad driveway leading to a spacious mansion, the center of a perfect fairyland of shrubbery. As she stepped lightly from her car, she spied in the hammock, gently swinging beneath the tall trees, a white figure, deeply engrossed in the pages of a book. The sound of her step on the walk attracted the attention of the reader, an in an instant she was on her feet and coming toward her. “Why—Elsie Hag-berg! If this isn’t the surprise of my life. We heard your ship was delayed. When did you arrive?” “Oh, Em, you can’t imagine how delighted I am to be back. Our ship was delayed in Honolulu, but our party was so eager to get back to America that we transferred there to the RS4 Northern Air Route and arrived in Chicago yesterday morning.” “I’m so glad you did; your letters have been exceedingly short and I have been so anxious to hear all about your trip abroad.” Saying this, Emma put her arm about her friend’s waist and drew her into the hammock beside her. Thus they conversed for a few minutes when Elsie suddenly asked, “Do you know why I was especially anxious to be with you today? Do you realize it is just twenty years ago today since we graduated from Bethel Academy?” “Do I? I’ve been thinking about it all day. Just look at this.” She held up a book. “Why, if it isn’t our dear old ’23 Bethannual.” Elsie exclaimed, taking the book and turning the pages. “Say, can you imagine who our aviator was on RS4? None other than Elmer Cain. I was so suprised to learn that this line is owned by Allan Munson. Elmer. I understand, is manager of the flying corps.” “Well, I am not at all surprized at that.” Emma replied; “he always was a flighty sort of a chap.” “Oh, yes,” Elsie went on excitedly, “and I met so many of the others on my trip. The first person I saw, when I boarded the Savannah at New York, was Rudolph Dahlquist on his way back to Africa. I had no idea lie was going back so soon, but it seems that his great work in the Sudan Hospital was irresistibly urging him back. And, you know, he told me Eugene Dolph was coming to help him in a few months, as soon as he could lie relieved of his responsibility as Superintendent of Bellevue Hospital, New York City. And that wasn't all. either. One day when we were prominading the deck, we bumped into the Captain of the ship, and—can you imagine—it was Harold Lindholm. After a rather checkered career he has finally settled down to the life of a roving sea Captain.” “Well, isn't that strange. Oh. Elsie, I’ve got a real, sure enough surprise Page 25