Bethel University - Spire Yearbook (St Paul, MN)

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Indians freely stalked Bethel's campus one day last fall, and war-whoops rang through the air as the alumni gathered for their annual Homecormng celebration. Long before that time the student committees, under the direction of Virgil Olson, had carefully lcid plans for the great occasion. As the day approached, trcces of Indian life appeared here and there about the campus. With hard work and some pieces of chalk, Betty Danielson end Mrs. Fridolph Nelson completed a mural that covered the front of the chapel. And as the day finally arrived, the school hung out its sign of welcome for the returning alumni. To begin the day's activity, the alumni went back to their old routine—they attended classes. But this time even the teachers could visit the classes and see themselves portrayed by the students. Scratches, sore shins, and aching muscles were the only rewards for the freshman and sophomore men as they battled for the sandbag in the afternoon sandbag rush—but the sophomores won. At the annual banquet in the evening, the tepee menus and milkweed pod nut-cups rocked on the beard tables as the Indians became merry. Chief Carl Lundquist directed affairs from his tepee set on the platform among the rustling leaves end later introduced the speaker of the evening, Rev. Aymcnd Anderson. To close the day, the varsity braves emerged victorious over the alumni warriors in the annual alumni basketball game. Twenty-eight

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czrfatwnn 2hayd, and iSuiy Fall fell, and with it the time spent having fun. All we could salvage from the avalanche were memories—memories of Maie Chorus tryouts, with its ups and downs (you know the scale?)—of the Frosh hardtime party. (They called it hardtime, but it looks as if they had a goodtime even if they did have to eat out of paper sacks after a strenuous evening of . . . play). Just to even things, the sophomores had a pow-pow at Como Park and there was even less formality in their table manners. Fall wasn't cold—but there was a draft. A memorcble day when some of the men pledged their support to the welfare of Uncle Sam in obedience to his demand. Ziggy and his sax were important figures on the campus and for reason enough. It isn't everyone who can make a saxophone talk. We're still a little upset inside at the remembrance of the political rally. It was good politics to express opinions—and everyone did, but it looks as if it were more than words that flew. Yes—Fall felli iWfWpftto