St Olaf College - Viking Yearbook (Northfield, MN)

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HONORARY MEMBER S DR. AND MRS. P. M. GLASOE NORRIS GLASOE, Mascot.

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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

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Records of the Class of '08 ,.,vQ.b T WOULD be best that the honor of recording the memoirs of the X j Class of 'o8 was awarded to someone who has not the privilege of be- ing enrolled in said class. He would be in a better position to write a XII thoroughly unprejudiced and disinterested chronicle and give his can- did opinion and unbiased judgment. As it is, the writer having the delight of be- ing numbered among the Juniors. it can hardly be possible to do the class justice in the narrative, for modesty and natural reservedness restrains me from extoll- ing all of their talents and achievements, leslt it should be considered boastfulness. But as it would be an irreparable wrong to leave unsaid these things so worthy of honorable mention, a few of them will be touched upon in a cursory manner. I will stretch the limitations of my bashfulness, and, as far as modesty Qstretchedj permits, tell the truth. Various are the sources from which the class drew its members. Beginning at home we find that our immediate neighborhood, Northfield and Dundas have yielded to us their best youth g the neighboring states have not delayed, but have sent us some of our classmatesg from the Altlantic and the Facihc have they flocked to our standards, old Grandma Norway has added to our listg even the far distant Celestial Empire and remote island of Madagascar have contrib- uted. Such are the ingredients of our class. Small wonder that it is cosmopoli- tan and versatile! ' In our Freshman year this heterogeneous crowd of promising youngsters as- sembled. Many of us had climed up from the Academy and were thus already inseparable friends, others came from the various high schools and academies throughout the world, but still there was no discord, we were soon welded into one great, harmonious whole. ln our Freshman year we were-well I suppose we were all that is usually suggested by the term Freshman. We were young and unsosphisticatedg we looked up to three superior classes, but nevertheless we assumed a haughty mien, for were we not after all quite important factors in the educational world! Surely! lfVe were no longer preps nor high school kids, no, we were college students. Xkfe were already far on the way towards the summit of Parnassus- that is looking at it from a Freshman's point of view. The next milestone toward the summit, the Sophomore year, was reached in due season. lt was found that a few had dropped off by the wayside, others had taken different routes toward the same goal, Bachelorshipg but we that remain are 18