Bethel University - Spire Yearbook (St Paul, MN)

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Walking through the Art Department I was distracted by a small huddle of people. Out of curiosity I stopped to take a look. It's a bronze pour, said the guv standing on the outside of the huddle I stepped closer feeling a sense of tension and anticipation in the air. I fixed my eyes upon a sweat-soaked professor, and I watched him dip a long iron thermometer into the pot of molten bron e Above the roar of the kiln he yelled, It's ready now. We've reached 2200 degrees. As if a race had begun the waiting workers began to replace their tension with action. Chains clanged, rattling as they were set in motion The ceiling hoist squeaked, bearing the weight of the spewing and spitting red-hot bronze. Motionless, I watched the lowering pot reach the empty molds Before the last mold was speedily filled, beads of sweat rolled from my face. O K. we've got them all, said the professor. I stepped from the crowd as the excited feeling slowly escaped me. Never had I fplt so much excitement, anticipation, and tension at Bethel. MIKI .KOSCll