Scandinavia Academy - Trumpet Yearbook (Scandinavia, WI)

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22 THE TRUMPET must have come to the conclusion that it took too much time and patience to use the common curling iron. The vision changes and I see a large Normal school. Oh what an immense building! There is a young lady who is the principal. What a pleasant surprise to learn that this super- intendent is my old friend and classmate, Dorothy Jole. Dor- othy is just as good-natured now as she used to be at school. She teaches all the science there and it is wonderful how quick- ly she makes things clear to her pupils. While attending S. A. she took Higher Algebra, she being the only girl who took that subject that year. Dorothy was never sorry for having taken Higher Algebra as she learned very much that year. She told me that whenever she has the blues, she speaks her favorite reading, I ain't a-gonna cry no more. . Now I see the smiling face of Gladys Gurholt. After leav- ing the Academy she took a course in dressmaking at Waupaca. The following year she attended Stout Institute and took the sewing course there also. I recall from reading the Chicago Herald that Gladys had been chosen as the White House seamstress. A person with a pleasant and a happy smile is always successful. This was Gladys' chief characteristic. I remember when we girls were often disgusted in physics class, when everything went wrong, Gladys began to laugh, and this put us all in a better humor. As I remember that face that had a smile for everyone, I am not at all surprised that she has made good. Now I see two good-sized women. They look slightly fa- miliar. Who can they be? They are coming closer. Why, they are two of my classmates, Doris Danielson and Mildred Erick- son. Now they are turning in at the gate which leads to the hospital. They can 't be sick, no, that must be impossible. Such healthy girls do not as a rule get sick. What are they doing here, I wonder. Let me think-oh, yes, now I remember that they were two head nurses at a certain hospital, but where it was, I did not know. Queer that they should move so far away from Scandinavia as Indianapolis is. I remember hearing of these two nurses and the success they were having. Doris, with her pleasant face, and Mildred with her witty remarks, cheer the patients a great deal, and this helps them forget their aches and pains. They are as good friends as ever, and their opti- mism is contagious. Wherever they go, they leave some kind word and have made many people happy.

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THE TRUMPET 21 His hair was parted on the side. He had boils on his neck and sores on his face. He always looked down. His looks were greatly improved at the end of the year when his boils and sores were healed and his hair pushed back. I recall, however, my senior year the best of all, as that was the year of the burning of the Academy. It burned when We were home for Christmas vacation. What a blow it Was to receive a card, stating that the Academy, the school we had learned to love, had burned to the ground. I was sure we would have to discontinue school-work for a while at least, but no, we had a principal who was enthusiastic and seldom became discouraged. One who arranged matters so that we could be- gin school at the scheduled time. How glad we all were! As my mind wanders, I see our class president, Irving Knutson. He was also the business manager of the Trumpet and same year and did his work almost perfectly. He was a good speaker and a good leader, so I am sure he is making a success. Knut, it is said, can prepare a sermon in half the time it takes an ordinary person. He is married and his little wife is a great help to him in his church work. Now I see the valedictorian of the class, Thelma Leean. Thelma used to speak and give readings while at school. I was not at all surprised when she told me she was a teacher in elo- cution at the University of Wisconsin. She declares so well that her adience is moved to tears as well as laughter at times. She has pupils coming from far and near. I remember how well Thelma played her part in the Senior play, Mr, Bob, she being the main character. While at school she was a bril- liant student and always accomplished what she undertook. She is well liked by all her pupils and her cheerful countenance is a source of inspiration to them all. Now I see another familiar face, that of the salutatorian, Roy Lovdale. He attended college the year after his gradua- tion and has now received his degree. He was not satisfied with this schooling alone, so he attended the University for a number of years also. He has been doing a great deal of ex- perimenting along the scientific lines, and is now the world's greatest scientist. He certainly was a bright boy while at school and had friends everywhere. For these reasons he is advancing rapidly. The newspapers are full of the fact that Roy Lovdale has made a great invention. He has invented a curling iron that is run by electricity and the magnetism of the earth. His hair can now be curled in thirty seconds. He

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THE TRUMPET 23 My thoughts roam way out to Madagascar. As I think of Erling Blom, it reminds me of this place and the noble work he is doing there. I remember the talk he gave at prayer meeting at the Academy, about Madagascar. I imagined then that he would become a missionary some day, and an exceptionally good one too. He is very interested in his work, and has good results because of it. I knew he would be very successful as he always did succeed well at school. He is a medical mission- ary and is doing great work for both body and soul. In one of the largest art galleries in Paris, is a young lady busy at her work. Surely I have seen that face before-I wish she would turn way around so I could see her whole face- there, now she looks over here. Why if it isn't Margaret Bes- tul. I wonder what she is doing! I shall get a little closer. Why, she is painting a picture of a young man. Oh, yes, I re- member now. I heard she was engaged to be married to a ine young man whom she met at St. Olaf College. I suppose it is his picture she is painting. The young man is very proud of Margaret and enjoys showing her to his friends. Vernice Rowe is also at Paris. After having finished the Academic course at Scandinavia, she went to St. Olaf College. From there she went to a conservatory of music in Chicago. Then she went to Paris and has been studying under famous musicians. She is now a great composer. I knew Vernice would be a fine musician some day. She always was a fine pian- ist while at school. She is simply wonderful. People come from far and near to hear her play. Under her supervision, a piano has been made that can be folded together and put in a case. Vernice carries it with her wherever she goes. I see Gladys Swenson, who was also one of my classmates. After graduating from the Academy, she returned and studied Chemistry and other subjects. She knew that certain subjects were required in order to become a nurse, and she also knew that S. A. was the best place to attend school, so she returned. She is now a nurse in the slums of Chicago. The people are very sick, because of their unhealthy life, but Gladys knows how to care for them. She was very patient while at school so I thought she would choose nursing as her vocation. A picture comes to my mind of one of the best Commercial students in the class of 1920. This is no other but Theodore Jorgensen. There always was something about him that re- minded me of a thoroughbred business man, At school he was the one who almost always collected the necessary fees among