Bethel University - Spire Yearbook (St Paul, MN)

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19 2 8 B E T H A N X U A I 1 9 2 8 Hildixg Lind “Lind Treasurer Sophomore Class: Basketball Manager. 27. 28; Debating Team. 27. '28. Ha the tcisdotn of cent uric I »pcak. Maroaket Johnson J orjw Clarion Staff. '27, '28; Uetliannunl Staff. '2a. The rcry rirtue of companion in Thee Loretta Henderson Pcggif Thou ireel fashioned to beguile.' Victor Erickson ••PM Treasurer Senior Class: Clarion Staff. 27. 28; Clce Club. 28; Vice President Alpha Beta. '2»; President Missionary Band. '27: President O. J. M. M. M.. '27; Chorus. The trails of a man teilh a maid be strange. Edwin Oster Doc Glee Club. '28; Baseball. 28: Chorus. llViose main delight is the humor in geometrical figures. Anna J. Sokuom “Ann” Chorus; Commercial Graduate. 25. Whii all this hustle, haste, and hurraf He tike me. for I don't tcorra. Marik Stoesz Marie Cliorus. UuvplUj I think on thcc. Twenty-One

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10 2 8 B E T H A N N U A I 19 2 8 WlNIKRED II. A. BlEBKBR ••117m” Secretary Chorus. Reaill; , truth, ami rarity are her .' Florence Johnson “Flats Deltaic. '2 : Clarion StatT. ’20, ‘27; 27. '28; Chorus. “She told hnn stones to delight his ear; she shouted hnn favors to allure his eye.” I.AWRENCB He LANDER “Sweep Basketball. '25. 26: Glee Club. 27. '28; Cliorus. The world shall praise me, worthily. Olga Magncsox Oleic 1'reslilont Allicnaean Society. '27. '2s; Treasurer Sven. 27: Chorus. -Urr attitude toward one man makes her almost unknown to the rest of men. Dorotmv Florin Dot Student Council. '2.‘». '26; Secretary Junior Class: Secretary Senior Class: Secretary Athcnncnn Society. '27. '28; Secretary Athletic Association. '28. Then esteemed her furor more than a throne's foundation. Evelyn I.ange Louie” Secretary Sophomore Class: Chorus. I.o, she is pleasant to look on. Ethel Bkrglvnd “Reryy Cliorus. She only smiled, and she never spoke. She smiled and went away.” Carl Xordrll Reddy Chorus. I dare do all that may heroine a man.' Twenty

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19 2 8 B E T II A N N U A L 19 2 8 SENIOR CLASS POEM Four short years have quickly passed While here at Bethel ice displayed Our tireless energy and pluck With here and there a gift of luck. We've primed and crammed to get our -cork, To pass the quiss and never shirk; In time, at lust, we see the end. The goal ioxcard which our way we wend. Now we're full-fledged seniors grown. Thirty-one, without a drone; With heads held high and ideals higher We'll work toward fame and never tire. With Christ enthroned within our hearts Our Lord and Master strength imparts To meet the storms that will assail, To stand for right and never fail. And yet, the hardest time of all Comes at the parting when we call, “Goodbye, dear Bethelas we start To meet the world with all its art. We'll not forget the lessons learned It'lien toxcard the xcorld our face we've turned, And Bethel days xcill “blues dispel As still xce say, “Farexcell! Far excell! —Katiikrixk A. Frlthous. Tirrnh 'Tiro