St Olaf College - Viking Yearbook (Northfield, MN)

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pleasure. We have had our fun and merrymaking and drunk deep of the cup of pleasure. It was shortly after Christmas of our Freshman year that we gathered in the dormitory parlors and had our first' social time as a class. We had a de- lightful time, but committed the gross offense of trespassing the rules and stay- ing longer than the time allotted us. On an ideal day in the spring of the same year We hied ourselves to Fox Lake where we had our first class picnic. This time we arrived home very sedately at the proper time. We Went again the next spring when We Were Sophomores, but with a most disastrous result, some of us arrived home so very, very late and some very early-the next morning. We have not been to Fox Lake since. In addition to these we have had class meetings and spreads too numerous to men- tion, all of which live and ever will live in our thoughts and make the memories of our Alma Mater ever fresh in our minds. VV hen We entered we were twenty in number, but have now dwindled dovvn to sixteen, of. whom three are co-eds. It is evident that our class is small in comparison with those who have gone before us and those coming afterg but it is only in number. In other respects We are a great class and have made the time in which we live great. When it comes to ability we can point out stars from our class in any line. We have furnished the diamond some of its best men, we have orators who have held people spellbound with their clinching arguments and lofty sentiments, deep thinkers, philosophers, ihu1norists,+you Will ind them all among us. Qur latest achievement has been in procuring for the school the best lecture course ever given here, a course of the highest excellence. Vlfithout ques- tion vvc are great. Here the narrative must close. It has been my attempt' to give you a glimpse into our history as a class, and if you think that history as told here reflects little honor and brilliancy upon us blame it not to the class, but to the historian who has fallen far short of depicting its true Worth. We are now standing on the brink of life's sea, and great as our history really has been, We hope that When we have left our school days far behind and are far out on life's main We will as individuals keep on making just as great a history that only honor may betreflected on our Alma Mater., ANNA HANSON, ,O7. 15

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History of the Class of ,07 ISTGRY deals with the events which have shaped the condition of l l the world, and tells the deeds, thoughts, hopes, and feelings of men and nations, and itraces the supreme events of the world. Telling the story of this class will be setting before you onlyta fragment .of the wor1d's history. Whole books could be written upon each member, so vast and varied are their experiences, thoughts and hopes, but space is limited. There- fore only the common experiences of all must be chosen and the deeds which con- cerned us all as a class, some of which stand out in bold relief while others are only as a vague dream. Now after we have climbed and struggled up the hill of learning and at last stand upon the topmost pinnacle and look back upon the way we came with its seemingly insurmountable difficulties looming up, but which we have safely and triumphantly crossed, we can speak the sentiments of that ancient general, Wt came, we saw, we conquered. The fall of 1903 marks the beginning of an epoch at St. Olaf, for that was the year we came. Those first weeks were dark and cloudy, and I doubt not but what rain and tears fell together. Anxious to keep up the standard of classes who had gone before us, we even as freshmen came up to the requisites-were verdant and felt lost among the jostling crowd, but as the autumn advanced we gradually acquired the color of our surroundings and began to feel at home. All kinds of unaccustomed work poured in upon us from all sides until we were almost drowned, but we managed to keep our heads above the Hood as it carried us along with it. It was not long before We saw what college life was like. Wfe had now come and seen. Did we conquer? Indeed we did. We fought our way through the mazes and intricate windings, beginnings, and endings of the Greek verb, and we did not go astray even among the unknown quantities of Algebra and Calculus. We encountered Horace, fought and struggled with him, overcame him, and with light hearts left him to his doom. Thus one hero after another has been overcome by us and in triumph we can look back upon them as they lie fallen in our footsteps. With Phaedo we were in the court-room and heard the trial of Socrates and with sad hearts saw him led off to his doom. ln Livy's most realistic descriptions of Hannibal's march we felt ourselves drawn in sympathy to Hannibal and spent one of our most terrible winters crossing the Alps with him. But do not for an instant think that our sojourn here has been devoid of 14

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JUNIOR CLASS MOTTO: Ei1e mit Wei1e.,' COLORS: Lavender and white. YELL. Gazalle ! Gazaile ! Gazalle-Ga-Za ! Get Out! Get Out! Get Out Of the Way! Reebol Riboi Zip-Boom-Bah. Juniors! Juniors! Rah! Ray! Rah! HONORARY MEMBERS. Dr. and Mrs. P. M. Glasoe. OFFICERS. President, OSCAR I. HERTSGAARD. Vice President, RUDOLPH PJELDSTAD. Secretary, GUNDA B. MOHN. Treasurer, OTTO BERGAN 16