Dreams 0. dreams are nothing else but dreams. you say: Dreams never did come true as they were dreamt. Tho oft the heart with many a brave attempt Has tried to make them so since dawn ot day. Yet there are dreams not meant to disappear. Whose truth is just begun in earthly clay. That could not... Show moreDreams 0. dreams are nothing else but dreams. you say: Dreams never did come true as they were dreamt. Tho oft the heart with many a brave attempt Has tried to make them so since dawn ot day. Yet there are dreams not meant to disappear. Whose truth is just begun in earthly clay. That could not reach their end on this life's way. For they could never find fulfillment here. Time could not make them true: so still dream on. ln visions yet more wondrous than betOre. With light that beckons thee torevermore. Till atter dream-time comes the perfect dawn. P.}&.SVEEGGEN DIAL r4 Show less
Forbidden Pleasures “ RIVATE PROPERTY” and “Keep Out" signs have always intrigued me. While trudging my way from the trailer camp to the small town about two miles away, I came upon a large im- posing one situated on the side of a little lonely road. Thick groves of trees flanked each side of the... Show moreForbidden Pleasures “ RIVATE PROPERTY” and “Keep Out" signs have always intrigued me. While trudging my way from the trailer camp to the small town about two miles away, I came upon a large im- posing one situated on the side of a little lonely road. Thick groves of trees flanked each side of the road. The warning painted crudely on a warped board aroused my inquisitiveness. Just why was that warning sign there? Flitting through my mind were visions of exciting adventure. Was there an old haunted house back in the trees? Could it possibly be a hide-out of some notori- ous gang, as I had read about many times in stirring novels? Or would it reveal something that was far beyond the boundaries of my anticipations? Curiosity, which got the best of the cat, took hold on me, and, after glancing around to make certain that no one would see me, I cautiously entered this forbidden realm. Slowly I walked up the narrow road which wound in and out among the clusters of trees. My eyes were peeled for any sus- picious sign that would stir me to pick up my heels and run. With each step I took, new visions excited my imagination. Sud- denly I came to a small hill. I knew that the object of my journey would be revealed on the other side of the bill. This indomitable urge within me would be satisfied even if I would only find an old deserted shack. Pressing eagerly, but cautiously, up the hill, I finally beheld the scene which, because of the intriguing signs, had stimulated my curiosity. Laying before me was the resting place of the refuse of the neighboring farmer—in other Words, I had been curiously searching for an old dump yard. Shocked were my vivid imaginations of the moments preceding this sight. Dazedly I retraced my steps, vowing never to let my curiosity get the best of me again. However, a feeling of satisfaction passed through me because I had found out what lay behind one of those commanding “Private Property” and “Keep Out” signs. LOWELL FORMO, ’41 DIAL 18 Show less
Imagination, You’re a Liar! IMAGINATION, you‘re a liar! That's my conclusion as I near three score and ten years in your company. How deceptive you have been, and what distortions of facts you have made! I recall one time that you inveigled my young and simple mind to meander out into the barren... Show moreImagination, You’re a Liar! IMAGINATION, you‘re a liar! That's my conclusion as I near three score and ten years in your company. How deceptive you have been, and what distortions of facts you have made! I recall one time that you inveigled my young and simple mind to meander out into the barren desert. There you made me to believe that I was to be a discoverer of a new world like Columbus and to be heralded by my classmates as their hero. You didn't show me how to reach that desert, and, when I tried to find it the next day, I was most unsuccessful. And to top it off, my dad licked me for running away from home—that you hadn’t told me! Then I remember one warm day in spring, when the teacher spoke of personal and impersonal, relative and demonstrative pro- nouns, you beckoned me to follow into your land of mysteries and thrills; and, I must admit it, I was glad to go. This time you took me to the old swimming hole; that was excellent. I donned my birthday suit, having flung aside all else, and was prepared to be the first fellow into the pool that season, when—you might have guessed it, old Miss Allen jerked me from my desk to my chagrin and consternation. So deceptive you were! Often you called me to walk beneath azure skies with some seraphic creature who smiled upon me and in whose presence I was poised and sedate. We were of minds atuned to lofty ideas, of wills focused upon a common end, and of hearts closely knit to the other—so you portrayed it. But when my faint heart had been goaded beyond that hearts can stand and my stammering tongue well trained to speak the message to my queen—alas, nothing but confusion came of it. How you have fooled me! I thought that I had mastered your intrigues and could flee from those whose aftermath would leave me in abysmal disap- pointments; yet just yesterday, when I am so near to three score and ten years, you seduced me again. Not only did we travel in space but in time as well. I was young again—an explorer in a strange land, a lad in the old swimming hole, and a manly lover being admired by an enchanting beauty. What a long, sweet lie you told me! Ah, what a liar you are, Imagination. You have made me to DIAL IO Show less
u—fl- “A Feather in the Breeze” IT was a breezy day in October; the wind was playing havoc with signs, papers, and dust. Now the sun had set, and the street lights shone with a mysterious glow through the dark night. Strange and eerie noises seemed to come from my footsteps, from trees, from... Show moreu—fl- “A Feather in the Breeze” IT was a breezy day in October; the wind was playing havoc with signs, papers, and dust. Now the sun had set, and the street lights shone with a mysterious glow through the dark night. Strange and eerie noises seemed to come from my footsteps, from trees, from houses, from everywhere and nowhere. The wind whistled odd tunes, as it went whining by. Now and then a car approached out of the shadows and disappeared in the darkness. I had taken a walk into this atmosphere for relaxation, rest, and enjoyment. Now I found myself in a sparcely inhabited area, and the noises seemed to increase in their strangeness. Had I begun to imagine things? No, I concluded, I’m above that. I had begun to retrace my steps, when I spied a figure dancing some distance ahead of me. After noticing her, I stopped to ob— serve her step. I got a side VlCVV of her, one that I shall never for- get. I stared at her, and her peculiar step fixed itself upon my memory. Her blue and white tweed coat was long, almost touch— ing the ground, and it was surprising to note that no part of her body was thicker than her slender waist. Her head was hidden in the big grey-blue fur collar of the coat. As she walked, her whole body moved as one unit. Because the coat came so closely to the ground, I could not see her legs. But her step was unique. She seemed to resemble the swinging of a pendulum as she very lightl swayed from one side to the other. At times she would glide like a fairy along a path, and at other times she skipped lightly about. Occasionally, a gust of wind caused her to lean forward as she faced it, and then with a peculiar quarter turn at each step, she would cut the wind much like a sailboat. Once she paused to rest, and suddenly, as if an unseen had pushed her, a blast of wind forced her sideways and —- whoops — almost over! But who was she and what was she doing out in this wind, I wondered as she resumed her antics? She couldn’t be hanging clothes because her hands remained in their coat pockets, nor could she be a maid entertaining a child because there was no child. It couldn’t be a —or could it? No, not outside —and yet—- yes, that’s it. A ballet dancer was practicing there in the wind. How odd; yet how romantic, for this was in reality “a feather in the breeze.” I sensed a strange bond of friendship with this dancer, g.-- V “way—a .- DIAL 22 Show less
I5 The Supplicant Fearest thou thy faith will fail thee \X/hen temptations strong assail thee? Fearest thou thy strength will waver And thy timid heart will quaver. When the hosts of Satan meet thee With their sole aim to defeat thee; Thus to quench the tiny spark of life that burns within thy... Show moreI5 The Supplicant Fearest thou thy faith will fail thee \X/hen temptations strong assail thee? Fearest thou thy strength will waver And thy timid heart will quaver. When the hosts of Satan meet thee With their sole aim to defeat thee; Thus to quench the tiny spark of life that burns within thy breast? Child of love. be not afrighted Though your soul may seem benighted. Though you feel by God forsaken. And your faith has all been shaken: Shaken as a weak foundation Which cannot withstand vibration But is doomed to fall in ruin when the storms of life appear. Listen. child whose heart is bleeding. Listen. I am interceding: I who know the ways of Satan Have not my own child forsaken. Stand before the world's temptation For I still make supplication. Supplication that the faith within my heart may fail thee not. Yea. I know thy human frailty. Know thy flesh is bound to fail thee: I know all thy inclinations. I have faced all thy temptations. I have trod the path before thee l have won the victory for thee. Therefore claim the perfect victory that l offer through My Name. MILDRED RYAN, ’40 DIAL 55’“ 4 72" 7E1 Show less
The High Chair There by the table it stands. A little child's high chair. Empty. I must get dinner for Ben. Last week. at this time. I helped a curly-headed tot into that chair. While I worked. he sat and watched. And waited for Daddy. Soon he will be here. So pale. so tender. so brave. We shall... Show moreThe High Chair There by the table it stands. A little child's high chair. Empty. I must get dinner for Ben. Last week. at this time. I helped a curly-headed tot into that chair. While I worked. he sat and watched. And waited for Daddy. Soon he will be here. So pale. so tender. so brave. We shall smile. be cheerful for each other's sake. When all the time there is that ache. That anguish that we share. They tell us time will heal the wound. We must live on When death. it seems. would sweeter be. Oh. God. you know what it is To have a Son. and see Him die. Help us to bear our sorrow. There by the table it stands. A little child's high chair. Empty. MABEL NELSON, ’41 DIAL Show less
My Cross ENG years ago a stately tree grew on the mountain side. Sun- shine and rain nourished it day after day, year after year, until one day a woodcutter stood before it, axe in hand. “This tree will make good boards,” he said. “I’ll use them to build a wall.” And the tree was felled. It was... Show moreMy Cross ENG years ago a stately tree grew on the mountain side. Sun- shine and rain nourished it day after day, year after year, until one day a woodcutter stood before it, axe in hand. “This tree will make good boards,” he said. “I’ll use them to build a wall.” And the tree was felled. It was very good timber; it made very fine boards. But they were never used for a wall. Cruel hands fastened the timber to- gether with a spike. They made of it — a cross. A cross of wood, it was a crude and ugly thing. And yet even today, unnoticed by the busy world, it stands bleakly outlined against the sky. Centuries come and centuries go and still it stands, defying time. Unusual wood, you say? But that’s because you haven’t seen the cross. I saw it once, and as I gazed, it burned itself upon my breast and left its imprint on my heart. This cross for me has now become the key to Heaven’s gate, for on it all my sins were nailed. MILDRED RYAN, ’40 DIAL 8 Show less
Surrender It I but come to Him With pride bent low By weakness. Contessing all the guilt My lite could know. In meekness It I but yield to Him My sintul heart. All willing. Surrendering every sin That He might start Rebuilding It I but promise Him Ne'er tram His side To sever. In love He answers... Show moreSurrender It I but come to Him With pride bent low By weakness. Contessing all the guilt My lite could know. In meekness It I but yield to Him My sintul heart. All willing. Surrendering every sin That He might start Rebuilding It I but promise Him Ne'er tram His side To sever. In love He answers thus: "With me abide Forever." MILDRED OUDAL, ’40 The Storm I face again the storm this day: It's sharp and causes me to sway. I feel the cold about me now: The storm grows worse. my head I bow. l stumble on: the end is near. .‘ And darkness now has fallen here. l wonder what the night will bring: But should I care beneath His wing? RALPH SLETTEN, ’40 DIAL Show less
Humble Yet Great AS we view the struggling mass of humanity we are constantly brought in contact with so-called “great men” — those whose influence is felt throughout the entire civilization; men who blaze trails and in whose steps others gladly follow; leaders whose dynamic personalities... Show moreHumble Yet Great AS we view the struggling mass of humanity we are constantly brought in contact with so-called “great men” — those whose influence is felt throughout the entire civilization; men who blaze trails and in whose steps others gladly follow; leaders whose dynamic personalities electrify nations. These people are classed in a group all by themselves as a distinct and revered few. Yet, as we see mankind, who really is great? In our day, powerful leaders such as Hitler, Mussolini, Stalin, and others have risen, usurping dictatorial powers over nations of people. Millions go at their bidding, and nations fear their pow- erful iron hand. Civilization itself seemingly hangs in a balance, waiting for these men to decide. The great war which generally is attributed to a few leaders progresses because no one will yield. Yes, these dictators seem great. But if we raise this question, “Why and how are these men strong?” They simply won their position at the expense of others. Humanity must suffer to fur- ther their selfish plans. Few are benefited by their actions. Under a righteous cloak they continue wrecking out injustices and heart— ache wherever they go. The eyes of the world focus upon them waiting in “fear and trembling.” Directly opposite to this group of dictators, we find another which is also great. We find many in our day, and History tells us of important men who have done much good for the benefit of Humanity. Countless numbers of scientists such as Pasteur, Har- vey, Galileo and others have spent lifetimes discovering new things for the use of man. Without their findings we would be lost. Today these men are constantly making new findings which will guard man from further suffering by the ravages of disease. Others are providing enjoyment for everyone by great speeches, immortal masterpieces of literature, music, and art. All these will be remembered throughout the ages for their sterling work in the interest of humanity. Time does not permit us to go into detail but the examples we have seen are of the caliber we often call “great.” Yet, these men are honored, loved and their memories are cherished by everyone. They receive their reward in part. They, too, are only humans. Many in our day go about unnoticed by the rush of man. Those are the more common people who do their work without heralded DIAL 12 Show less
Spring The woods became a happy nook for play. The maple was no more a churchly tree: She hid her gothic form and laughed with glee. She wore a leafy dress. a garment gay. That rustled in the happy breeze all day. The sky would not remain a sober sea: It sailed its clouds and took the liberty To... Show moreSpring The woods became a happy nook for play. The maple was no more a churchly tree: She hid her gothic form and laughed with glee. She wore a leafy dress. a garment gay. That rustled in the happy breeze all day. The sky would not remain a sober sea: It sailed its clouds and took the liberty To cast aside its cowled robe of gray. In rapture do I play beneath the sky: The trees embrace me fondly as | stroll. For months I've stood in awe before bare trees And tried to pray. to seek a holy peace. But bore a secret dread within my soul. This magic joy has brought a new reply. MARGARET CHRISLOCK, ’40 Miserable Wretch HE Chinese beggar is a most wretched specimen of human- ity. “There is no mistaking the man.” It is nothing short of a miracle how his tattered “clothes” hang together. His rags consist of all shades and materials from old worn-out garments. As to his hair, —it is a virtual rat’s nest—dishevelled and matted. One could never even begin to wend a comb through the tangled jungle. The accumulated dirt of years lies on his body in scummy layers, especially noticeable in the wrinkles and deep hollows of his face. His scaly “armour” protects him conveniently from the one thing he abhors—water. He is satisfied in his filth, never at- tempting in the slightest to rid himself of his foul acquisitions. There is no detail in his entire constitution that is passany clean or non—repugnant. Rarely does a beggar not have a never-healing, raw and bleed- ing sore, thrust out ostentatiously before the eyes of the public. 25 DIAL i «Nuiw'ifla‘ I .2 44-2 v; :- 1 Show less
Milking a Cow I AM a city slicker born and bred, but I pride myself on a well- rounded and cosmopolitan background. Unlike the ordinary pavement-pounder, I—and I say it in humble modesty—I have seen a cow! I know that milk, that precious fluid that builds big muscles and strong bones, is not a... Show moreMilking a Cow I AM a city slicker born and bred, but I pride myself on a well- rounded and cosmopolitan background. Unlike the ordinary pavement-pounder, I—and I say it in humble modesty—I have seen a cow! I know that milk, that precious fluid that builds big muscles and strong bones, is not a patented product but that it is manufac- tured somewhere within the anatomy of a cow. And from per- sonal observation I will stake my reputation that a cow is a quad- ruped of the bovine clan, being the female of the specie. Twice a day the milk is stripped from Frau Cow who patiently utters no complaint. I know. I even milked a cow once. “Milking” is a serious business which requires careful planning and at least a working knowledge of what it’s all about. Being a temperamental creature, she practically insists that she be milked from her right side. Generations of cows have been milked from the right side, so there’s a touch of sentiment there, too. Two pieces of equipment are necessary and essential to the novice, and experienced, would-be milker: first, a pail — to be used as a temporary container for the milk; and second, a one—legged stool—absolutely required, though Heaven knows why—it's an art in itself to balance them. Armed with the proper “props” and located at the humble crea- ture’s starboard side, you will find four spigots located on the lower left-hand corner. Place the pail between your knees, grasp one of these spigots in each hand, and squeeze. Nothing happens? Maybe it’s your grip. “If at first you don’t succeed—” try one hand at a time. Start at the top with your thumb and fore-finger, and squeeze as you rapidly roll each finger down—using much the same technique as you would in squeezing out a wet rag. Continue the operation with both hands and in half an hour I’ll absolutely guarantee that you should have, in addition to ten numb and aching digits, at least a half an inch of scrummy look- ing liquid in the bottom of the pail, and a sadly bewildered cow. Science comes to the rescue. I’ll wager that you will join me in outspoken praise and whole-hearted commendation for that won- DIAL [6 was»...— .,A~4_,..~_e.a.;. 4. Show less
On Being Tall “MY, Inez, but you’re getting to be a great big girl!” That's all I’ve heard for the last ten years. All the friends of the family invariably have made that remark each time they have seen rne. Yes, it irks me, but an instinctive respect for my neck has al- ways prevented me from... Show moreOn Being Tall “MY, Inez, but you’re getting to be a great big girl!” That's all I’ve heard for the last ten years. All the friends of the family invariably have made that remark each time they have seen rne. Yes, it irks me, but an instinctive respect for my neck has al- ways prevented me from doing anything rash. I know that I’m tall, they wouldn’t always have to remind me of it. But I get even with them by mentally choking each and every one. Really, I haven’t minded so much because I shall always be able to look down on them —or at least on most of them. Being tall has its advantages, too—I’ve always been able to reach the cookie jar and I’ve had no trouble at all in spying Christmas presents about the middle of November. Another thing, while I rather envied my playmates who always wore “boughten” dresses I took pride in that mine at least were individual. No six or eight or ten other girls came out in dresses like mine. No sir, and that means a lot to a girl. Iflwgwhmeummmdowrdmlwmkofmygklfikmk—a sort of Mutt and Jeff combination. But somehow I forgot about my height except when these family friends came along. My girl friends didn’t seem to care. And I didn’t either, at least not much, because I played center on our basketball team for two years and that was a coveted position. Of course when I got to be a Senior in High School and class play time came around I did sort of want to play the part of the heroine (what girl doesn’t?) but I knew that I was a good two inches taller than the leading man so I tried out for the part of the eccentric old landlady. I got it and I guess I had the last laugh because the heroine got scarlet fever the day before the play so our dramatics teacher had to play the part. Guess who got the newspaper writeup? \‘ot the heroine! She got scarlet fever. Not the dramatics coach. She was just a fill in —. (incidentally, she got a $10 raise). Yes, none other than that great big girl — she got it. Being the tallest of a group I usually had to turn out the light and find my way in the dark, but then I was a big girl and big girls aren‘t afraid — at least not very much. DIAL 6 Show less
glory — men who do the menial tasks of life. One man in his little corner is faithfully carrying on his work unnoticed and without reward. It is such a person who truly is great. He who isn’t too “big” and yet “big enough” to cope with the lesser problems and solve them, and is willing to do his... Show moreglory — men who do the menial tasks of life. One man in his little corner is faithfully carrying on his work unnoticed and without reward. It is such a person who truly is great. He who isn’t too “big” and yet “big enough” to cope with the lesser problems and solve them, and is willing to do his little bit for the good of all with no honor is genuinely outstanding. Many are outstanding in the eyes of the world today, but he who truly is great is the true man who arises out of these circum- stances—he who is not too proud to undertake the tasks which are without honor and without raise. P EVERALD STROM, ’42 Can’t You Hear? Can't you hear the bugles blowing. Calling tor your strongest sons? Can't you hear the nations waring. Belching death from ten-inch guns? How they clamour tor dominion. For the praise and wealth of earth! How they tear from man his pinion. Made to soar by God's rebirth! Will they still despise relations Made in youth's most golden hour? Will they blast the hope of nations For some tyrant mad with pow'r? Ah. unholy. cruel monster. Growing with each passing age! Ah. thou young-lite-contiscator. Making lite but jealous rage! May the King of kings forever Thrust thee from His righttul place! May His love and peace torever From men's hearts all hate displace! Can't you hear— hear the conquest? Sin in glory marches on! Can't it stir our slumbering protest? Rouse it e'er our hope is gone! GILBERT A. JENSEN, ’40 13 DIAL Show less
COLLEGE COURSES 37 II THE FIELD OF LANGUAGE AND LITERATURE DEPARTMENT OF ANCIENT LANGUAGES Professor Lillehei, Head Hebrew 51, 52. Beginners’ Course. I, II. 6 Cr. (See Theological Seminary) 53, 54. Advanced Course. I, II. 3 Cr. (See Theological Seminary) Gree_l_<____ major="" credits="" minor="" new="" testament="" greek="" elements="" of="" greek.="" i="" ii.="" cr.="" text:="" huddilston.="" john="" and="" the="" gospel="" according="" to="" open="" junior="" college="" students.="" mark="" acts="" i-xx.="" careful="" reading="" analysis.="" grammar="" reviewed="" special="" attention="" given="" forms.="" luke="" i-xx="" romans.="" emphasis="" on="" syntax="" parsing.="" collateral="" acquaintance="" with="" history="" paleography="" some="" ancient="" manuscripts="" required.="" classical="" language="" are="" studied.="" daily="" exercises="" in="" forms="" elementary="" syntax.="" senior="" courses="" xenophon="" books="" carefully="" more="" advanced="" can="" be="" arranged="" if="" a="" suf="" number="" students="" register.="">
Show moreCOLLEGE COURSES 37 II THE FIELD OF LANGUAGE AND LITERATURE DEPARTMENT OF ANCIENT LANGUAGES Professor Lillehei, Head Hebrew 51, 52. Beginners’ Course. I, II. 6 Cr. (See Theological Seminary) 53, 54. Advanced Course. I, II. 3 Cr. (See Theological Seminary) Gree_l_<____ Major, 24' credits; minor, 16 New Testament Greek 1, 2. Elements of New Testament Greek. I, II. 8 Cr. Text: “Essentials of New Testament Greek," Huddilston. I John and the Gospel according to John I'X. Open to Junior College students. 3, 4. Mark, and Acts I-XX. I, II. 8 Cr. Careful reading and analysis. Grammar reviewed, and special attention given to forms. 5, 6. Luke I-XX and Romans. I, II. 8 Cr. Special emphasis on syntax and parsing. Collateral reading and acquaintance with history and paleography of some ancient Greek manuscripts required. Classical Greek 11, 12. Elements of Classical Greek. I, II. 8 Cr. The elements of the language are studied. Daily exercises in forms and elementary syntax. Senior College Courses 51, 52. Xenophon’s “Anabasis.” I, II. 8 Cr. Books 1411 and the grammar are carefully studied. More advanced courses in classical Greek can be arranged, if a sufficient number of students register. Show less
57 AUGSBURG THEOLOGICAL SEMINARY PRINCIPLES AND ORGANIZATION Augsburg Theological Seminary, the training school for the pastors and missionaries of the Lutheran Free Church, offers a regular three'year course of preparation for the Christian ministry. In harmony with the Principles of the... Show more57 AUGSBURG THEOLOGICAL SEMINARY PRINCIPLES AND ORGANIZATION Augsburg Theological Seminary, the training school for the pastors and missionaries of the Lutheran Free Church, offers a regular three'year course of preparation for the Christian ministry. In harmony with the Principles of the Lutheran Free Church it aims to stress particularly the training of spiritual leaders and pastors dedicated to the ideal of building Lutheran congregations where the spiritual Gifts of Grace are freely cultivated and nur' tured under the authority of the Word and the guidance of the Spirit. Admission The normal prerequisite for admission to the Seminary is the Bachelor's degree from a liberal arts college. By special arrange— ment, however, it is possible for a student to complete both the Arts course and the Seminary course at Augsburg in six years. According to this plan, the three years of college work must in, clude a minor. The major is granted in the field of Christianity. Candidates for admission to the Seminary are required to sub mit to the Secretary of the Theological Faculty the following documents: 1. A transcript of their academic record in college. 2. Two letters of recommendation from pastors. One of these should be from the pastor of the candidate's local church. 3. A personal statement by the candidate concerning his back— ground, spiritual experience, and doctrinal convictions. The Committee on Admissions consists of the Faculty and the Board of Directors elected by the Annual Conference of the Lu' theran Free Church. l l I! l Show less
25 AUGSBURG COLLEGE ACADEMIC ADMINISTRATION Entrance Requirements An application for admission must be accompanied by a certi' fied record of the high school work done. This record should be sent in before September 15. Students who have obtained the required fifteen high school units may be... Show more25 AUGSBURG COLLEGE ACADEMIC ADMINISTRATION Entrance Requirements An application for admission must be accompanied by a certi' fied record of the high school work done. This record should be sent in before September 15. Students who have obtained the required fifteen high school units may be admitted, without examination, to the Freshman Class of the College. All candidates for admission must present the following units: Four units of English, including Outlines of English and Amer ican Literature; or three units of English and tw0 units of a foreign language. Two units of Social Studies. One unit of Mathematics. Students deficient in English will be required to pursue a course of preparatory study in this subject in order that they may qualify for classification in Freshman English. Such deficiency and the requirements with regard to preparatory training will be deter mined at the beginning of the Freshman year by means of tests in oral, written, and literary work. The requirements include the attainment of definite standards as to spelling, grammar, pronunr ciation, and general correctness in the use of the English language. After the Freshman year, students who are found deficient in English are reported to the English Department and required to take work to remedy their deficiency. Advanced standing in any subject is granted to students who present satisfactory credentials from other institutions showing that they have pursued the subject to the same extent as required in this college. Freshman Guidance During the first days of school special opportunities will be afl'orded the freshmen to become acquainted with college aims and ideals. The incoming student will be helped to find himself through guidance as to what the college expects of him socially, morally, intellectually, and spiritually. Church allegiance, choice of studies, college standards of scholarship, social requirements, and other necessary matters will be considered. Show less
58 AUGSBURG COLLEGE AND SEMINARY Expenses Seminary students pay no tuition, except the general fee and the student activities fee paid by all students in Augsburg College and Seminary, plus a library fee of five dollars. The expenses for room and board are the same as for the College students. See... Show more58 AUGSBURG COLLEGE AND SEMINARY Expenses Seminary students pay no tuition, except the general fee and the student activities fee paid by all students in Augsburg College and Seminary, plus a library fee of five dollars. The expenses for room and board are the same as for the College students. See page 13. Graduation and Degrees During the three years in the Seminary the student is required to complete an average of 36 semester credits per year, including two credits per year for seminarrstudies in the major fields. He must also attain a minimum average grade of C, or one honor point per credit. The degree of Candidatus Theologiaa is conferred upon com, pletion of the regular course. The degree of Bachelor of Theology is conferred on the fol! lowing basis: 1. The candidate shall have received the Bachelor of Arts degree. 2. His college course must have included Logic and History of Philosophy. 3. He must pursue the regular threeryear course in Theology, including the Seminary Practical Service, and seminar'studies in each of the five; major departments. 4. He must possess a working knowledge of Hebrew, Greek, and either German or Latin. ‘ 5. He must maintain an average grade of not less than B in all major courses during his last two years in the Seminary. 6. He must submit a satisfactory thesis of not less than 10,000 words on a subject approved by the Faculty. The completed thesis shall be submitted in typewritten form not later than four weeks before the end of the third year. Show less
