Bethel University - Spire Yearbook (St Paul, MN)

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- { 1930 B E T HANNUAL 1930 MRS. ERLAND LIND, B. A. Gustavos Adolphus Curry School of Expression An eloi uener fcarer given to mortals” A. I I. OB ERG Siegel-Meycrs School of Music “Music is his very life.” ADOLPH M. OLSON Leipzig Conservatory “It'hat harmony is this — My good friends hark! Marvelous secret music. GEORGE HULTGREN Pupil of Scagle, of Witherspoon and of Saenger. Ah! when he sings, all music else he still.” EDITH LARSON Okhck Secretary ’ Tis her privilege, through all the years, to lead from joy to joy.” MRS. RUSSELL F. BAVIN, B. A. Macalester College “She speaks with friendly, helpful wisdom.” Sixteen

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4 1930 BE T H A N N U A L 1930 } Class Poem The time has come at Bethel For the Seniors to depart; And soon we will he scattered, Yet united be at heart. Through problems we have struggled In our efforts to be true; But all things work together Whatsoever we may do. Dear Bethel’s halls are hallowed And its name we do revere; For the reason pure and simple That our God is always there. We have learned to work together; So united we will stand. Though we leave the halls of Bethel, And are spread throughout the land. We have started on life’s journey; Only God can know its end. But we’ll strive and e’er be faithful As long as life He’ll lend. And when life’s nearly over. And our task on earth is done. We’ll remember dear old Bethel, Through the many vict’ries won. She’s a lighthouse on life’s ocean, A compass on life’s sea; She is guiding lives of many men To a blest eternity. Looking down life’s road wc sec them, Happy, gay and free; It’s because they learned at Bethel, The road as it should be. Again we say, dear Bethel, Your name we’ll ne’er forget; 'Twas you who helped us-on the road, And our great goal to set. Farewell, then, dear old Bethel, Wc Seniors have finished our course; We’ll launch out on life's ocean, But many to you we’ll endorse. Farewell, God’s speed be with you, For many a year, stand bold; And many others be blest as we have been— The class of “blue and gold.’’ Eighteen —Elmer Josephson.