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Title: Jubilee Bulletin March 4, 1930, Page 01
Collection: Alumni Magazine Collection
Search Result: JUBILEE BULLETIN Of The Lutheran Free Church for Augsburg Seminary and Oak Grove Seminary In Commemoration of the Four Hundrch Anniversary of the Augsburg Confession Progress of the Campaign URING January the campaign has been hampered by cold weather and impassable roads, so we have not made as...
Show moreJUBILEE BULLETIN Of The Lutheran Free Church for Augsburg Seminary and Oak Grove Seminary In Commemoration of the Four Hundrch Anniversary of the Augsburg Confession Progress of the Campaign URING January the campaign has been hampered by cold weather and impassable roads, so we have not made as much progress as we had expected, but as soon as the weather turns we expect renewed activity. In a few places the work has been practically ﬁnished, and the results are encouraging. One of the oldest living graduates sends his check for $100, saying, “It is a great pleasure to me to be able—~if only in a small measure—to express my gratitude for what I have received from old Augsburg.” The younger generation is also showing the right kind of interest. Our young people and the children in Sunday schools have responded be- yond expectation. A key-man in a church that ﬁnished its can- vass Dec. 28 writes: “All seemed to be cheerful givers, but I think it would be well if the need were more fully explained.” That is just exactly what is needed. We who understand the need must instruct those who are uninformed. Spread the bulletins. Encourage by precept and example. We have received two $500 contributions, one from a party in Minneapolis and one from a party in North Dakota. A $400 contribution was sent in as a memorial from eight heirs. The great bulk of the campaign remains yet to be done. From now on we must speed up. THE MANAGERI“‘f’*crandrmsrreb. 11. 1930 TUESDAY, MARCH 4. 1930 Jubilee Campaign $200’000 l’royrcss of the Compniyu 190 000 District totals 9 180,000 . Canada :5 233.85 170,000 7 West Coast 1,394.65 Westby , , 270.00 123’000 Minot . 731.25 1 :000 Rugby 1,690.75 140,000 a Aneta 1,108.03 130,000 — Fargo . 5,470.67 120.000 La Moure 60.00 Waubay .. 493.00 110’000 _ Thief River Falls 1,312.25 100,000 Fosston 1,090.00 90,000 «- Fergus Falls 4,346.19 80 Willmar . 5,903.32 ’ Minneapolis 5,216.71 709000 Southwestern Minn. 3,513.00 60,000 — Duluth H , 300.00 50,000 - Northern Wis. , 2,091.75 40,000 A Marinette , 1,206.00 Rockford .. , , 3,340.85 30’000 — Unclassiﬁed—General 267.16 20,000 — Unclassiﬁed—Alumni 215.00 10,000 — China and Madagascar 110.00 Total Cash Contributions ., ...$40,364.43 Total Pledges 7,536.00 $47,900.43 OUR SCHOOLS AND HOME MISSIONS ' T this time, when so much is done to bring out the relationship existing between the different activities of our church and its schools, it is but right and proper that a statement should be made about the inter-relations of home mis- sions and our institutions of learning. At the re- quest of the editors of this bulletin the following is attempted. It is not difﬁcult to ﬁnd material for a presen- tation of this sort. However, a bare sketch, neces- sarily brief and not at all complete, must sufﬁce to show the connection. When the Lutheran Free Church began its work some thirty odd years ago, the ﬁrst step was to secure the needed support for our theological seminary. This is obvious. No church body could exist for any length of time, work up and main- tain a certain degree of prestige, without schools. In all enterprises there must be leaders. The leaders must be well informed; they must be dis- ciplined; trained. Else they could not lead. This training is done in schools of the right sort. Ex- ceptionally, in “the university of hard knox," but generally, in established institutions of learning.
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Title: Jubilee Bulletin March 4, 1930
Collection: Alumni Magazine Collection

Title: Jubilee Bulletin April 1, 1930, Page 03
Collection: Alumni Magazine Collection
Search Result: way and, under the auspices of the Norwegian Total Abstinence Society, held oter titty meetings in different parts of the country. 'l‘heir \‘isit to Norway was the ﬁrst of its kind and created con- siderable interest. On its travels in the interest of temperance and prohibition the quartet became...
Show moreway and, under the auspices of the Norwegian Total Abstinence Society, held oter titty meetings in different parts of the country. 'l‘heir \‘isit to Norway was the ﬁrst of its kind and created con- siderable interest. On its travels in the interest of temperance and prohibition the quartet became instrumental in creating enthusiasm for music and singing among the young people in the congregations as well as in the temperance societies, and choirs were started in many places where chorus sing- ing had been unknown before. This led further to the organization of the Norwegian Lutheran Choral Union in 1892. In a short time over 70 choirs joined this association and some very suc— cessful “sangerfests” were held. These meetings were very inspirational and did a great deal to encourage choral singing in the Lutheran churches in the West. BULLETIN Tin-1 AUGsm’RG GLEE CLUB A male octet was organized by Professor H. N, llendricksnn in 1900. Three years later this was enlarged and became known as the Augsburg (ilee Club, which immediately became the leading musical organization at school, a position which it has since retained. To “make” the Glee Club was considered an honor, hence it has always com- manded the best vocal talent in school and has generally done creditable work. Since 1915 it has made annual tours throughout the Northwest, al~ In 1929 its tour ex- tended to the Paciﬁc Coast, where it aroused much enthusiasm and rewind ﬁne support. The Glee Club has just returned from a. successful tour through \Viscunsil]. Illinois, Iowa, and Minnesota. ways with excellent success. (To be continued). THE Acosnunc Gun: CLUB, 1930 Our Brethren In Canada and Our Schools HE Jubilee Campaign for our schools needs the hearty support of our Free Church peo— ple in Canada in order to succeed. Christian work must recognize no artiﬁcial borders, and Chris- tian need should be universal in its appeal. Christ’s love and vision encompassed the world. The church that he founded was not intended to be merely local but universal. This broadness of view the early Christians had caught, and so we ﬁnd Jerusalem sending the gospel to Macedonia, and Macedonia in turn ministering to the needs of the saints at Jerusalem. This was one of the fairest fruits that grew out of spiritual unity—— the only unity that really counts in Christian work. The Lutheran Free Church has not been un- mindful of our people who settled in Canada. Our churches in the "States" sent liberally both money and men to minister to the spiritual needs of the many who sought “The world of prairie, the world of plain, The world of promise, and hope, and gain.” During a period of 36 years 40 ministers. trained in Augsburg Seminary at an approximate cost of $80,000, have gone forth with the homo stead seekers into the dense forests and broad prairies of Western Canada, in order that the settlers might not be without the guidance of the gospel of Christ. The records also show that they have played an important part in colonizing the Western Provinces. In 1894 the Reverend C. T. Saugstad led a band of home seekers to British Columbia and
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Title: Jubilee Bulletin April 1, 1930, Page 02
Collection: Alumni Magazine Collection
Search Result: ; JUBILEE BULLE’i‘lt‘li 7W MUSIC AT AUGSBURG I. NE of the crowning glories of the Lutheran Reformation was its revival of congrega- tional singing. But in order to bring this about. it was necessary to create a new hymnology, which both in text and music was suited to the revived church. So well...
Show more; JUBILEE BULLE’i‘lt‘li 7W MUSIC AT AUGSBURG I. NE of the crowning glories of the Lutheran Reformation was its revival of congrega- tional singing. But in order to bring this about. it was necessary to create a new hymnology, which both in text and music was suited to the revived church. So well was this difﬁcult task performed, that the Lutheran church above most others be- came a singing church. School and home as well as house of worship rang with sacred song. As a Lutheran institution Augsburg has been true also in this respect to the best traditions of our church;——it has fostered interest in song. How Augsburg has contributed to this phase of spiritual and cultural life in the past will be very brieﬂy sketched in the following. Prior to 1873 little information about musical been rendered from time to time, besides a mul- titude of smaller pieees of which Scandinavian and German music literature has so rich :1 store. The following have served as directors: Oliver Larson, 1’. A. Paulsou, J. 'l‘. Bugge, T. 0. Fos« sum. Then. S. lteimestud, l". Melius Christiansen, H. Al I'rseth, H. N. llendrickson, Theodore C. Blegen, T. 0. Burntvedt, Erling O. Kolden, Harry Anderson, and Henry 1’. ()pseth, the present di- rector. THE Aucsuuno QUARTET So far as known, the Augsburg Quartet seems to have been the ﬁrst school quartet in the West to carry the message of choral song to people living beyond the confines of the school and its imme- AUGSBURG GosraL QUARTET, 1930 activities at Augsburg is available. In that year Rev. Ole Paulson is mentioned as having instruct- ed the students in singing. THE AUGSBURG CHORUS In 1877 Oliver Larson, organist in the Swedish Augustana Church in Minneapolis, was engaged as instructor in music. He was a trained musi— cian from Sweden, where he had been a leader of student choruses. His high musical standing may be inferred from the fact that he was invited to act as accompanist for Christina Nilsson at her historic concert in the old Coliseum. Larson or- ganized and developed a very good male chorus of Augsburg students and established a high standard of choral singing, which remained a po- tent inﬂuence in the musical life of the school. Since that day choral singing has been the chief form of musical activity at Augsburg. Most of the outstanding choral works for male voices have diate vicinity. Vocally this quartet was unusually strong, and it made a lasting impression on the thousands who heard them. It was the temperance movement in the eight- ies which inspired the organization of the Augs. burg quartet in 1888. It was made up of Profes- sor Theo. S. Reimestad, ﬁrst tenor and leader, J. L. Nydahl. second tenor, Frants Norman, ﬁrst bass, and Martin Havdal, second bass. All were ardent advocates of temperance and prohibition. The singing drew large audiences, and between the songs temperance talks were given by the members of the quartet or by other speakers. It was a veritable crusade in oratory and song to wrest the holy places, the church and the home. from the grasp of the inﬁdel saloon. During the summer vacations of 1888, 1890, 1892, and 1894, the quartet toured Minnesota, Wisconsin, Michigan, Iowa. South Dakota, and North Dakota. In 1895 it made a tour to Nor-
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Title: Jubilee Bulletin April 1, 1930, Page 01
Collection: Alumni Magazine Collection
Search Result: JUBILEE Of The Lutheran Free Church for Aug In Commemoration of the Four Hmulrmllli TUESDAY. Progress of the Campaign GOLD weather has kept the thermometer down so far. Will spring cause it to mount? The rise will have to be rapid and steady from now on if we are going to reach our goal. Only two...
Show moreJUBILEE Of The Lutheran Free Church for Aug In Commemoration of the Four Hmulrmllli TUESDAY. Progress of the Campaign GOLD weather has kept the thermometer down so far. Will spring cause it to mount? The rise will have to be rapid and steady from now on if we are going to reach our goal. Only two months \r;main in which to do the work. Some have dom- '; ell. Others seem not to have grasped the im- portance of this campaign at all. Too many seem to follow the principle that if there is anything left after the other wants are satisﬁed. they will give a little. The Lord has to be satisﬁed with the leavings. Is that Christian? Is that going to bring God’s blessing upon us? The ancient Jews knew better than to bring the lame and the halt to the atlar. They must bring the ﬁrst fruit and the 'best. To do anything less was to invite a curse in- stead of a blessing. When will Christians learn this lesson? We have met with some disappointments, but we refuse to be discouraged, for we have had some experiences that have strengthened our faith. The response of our Ladies’ Aids, Young People’s Societies, and Sunday Schools has been good. Note the following: 98 Ladies’ Aid Societies have given $7,038.04 27 Young People's " ‘ 1.35325 9 Mission Societies " 352.0l 11 Miscellaneous ' 435.00 28 Sunday Schools " " 567.23 Total up to March 11, 1930 $9,745.53 Note how the children have taken hold. ' for March 12: “Unclassiﬁed Alumni"—Rev. Jerslev Hansen, Soudan, Africa, $100.00." Rev. Hansen is an alumnus of Augsburg, a missionary in darkest Africa. What must not a hundred dollars mean to him !——And here in the Middle West is a well- to-do farmer, a confessing Christian; he has a large fertile farm, and thousands in the bank be- sides, yet he will give only ten dollars, and he does that grudgingly! —- — -— "Times are hard," a good many say, and let it be admitted. Are we poor because we have given too much to the Lord? Will we be more prosper- ous if we give less to Him? Have our schools been doing the Lord’s work? Ask those who are competent to answer—those who are on the “ﬁring line". Ask our home mis- .-..make them strong,- otherwise .ws..are BULLETIN sburg Seminary and Oak Grove Seminary Anniversary of the Augsburg Confession APRIL 1, 1930 sionary pastors. Ask our missionaries in Mada- gascar, in China, in India. Ask Rev. Hansen in black Soudan. They should know. But if our schools are training men and women to be messengers of light and peace to those who were languishing in darkness, “with- out hope and without God in the world," then Christians certainly ought to support them and eetly hindering God‘s cause; then we are not with Him but against Him. God has shown that He could use the Lutheran Free Church and our schools in the past. Whether we shall be usable in the future depends entirely upon whether we have faith in Him and a will- ingness to serve. We must prove our faith by our works. The schools need the money very badly. We have it and we should give it, cheer- fully and generously, for “THE LORD HATH NEED OF IT." THE "MANAGER." Jubilee Campaign $200,000 District totals 190300 Canada ________ __ . .......... ._$ 454.00 180,000 West Coast 1,850.15 Westby .. . .. 420.00 170’000 Minot ...... ,. 1,052.25 160,000 Rugby H V V #:50000. Anew _ 0 La Moure __.___.._.__. 13 ’000 Thief River Falls...__ 1,495.75 120.000 Waubay “ 608.50 110’000 Fosston a .__ . 1,127.75 100,000 Fergus Falls . _. W. 5,260.44 90,000 Willmar ............... .. 7,919.82 80 000 Minneapolis _.__._.___.. 7,162.71 ’ Southwestern Minn... 5,441.92 70,000 Duluth __“_- ______ .. 350.00 60,000 Northern Wisconsin. 2,446.05 50 000 A Marinette .. 1,720.60 40’000 Rockford _________________ ._ 3,720.35 30'000 Unclassiﬁed—General 317.16 ’ Unclassiﬁed—Alumni 315.00 20'000 China a Madagascar 191.91 10,000 _ — _ Total—Mar. 22, 1930 $51,324.81
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Title: Jubilee Bulletin April 1, 1930, Page 04
Collection: Alumni Magazine Collection
Search Result: 4 JUBILEE BULLETIN colonized Bella Coola, organizing the Augsburg Norwegian Lutheran congregation at Hagens- borg, June 9, 1895, with 75 members. The Reverend E. M. Hanson travelled 3000 miles thru Saskatchewan and Alberta in the sum- mer of 1900, with the Reverend A. G. Lee, and reached Banﬂ',...
Show more4 JUBILEE BULLETIN colonized Bella Coola, organizing the Augsburg Norwegian Lutheran congregation at Hagens- borg, June 9, 1895, with 75 members. The Reverend E. M. Hanson travelled 3000 miles thru Saskatchewan and Alberta in the sum- mer of 1900, with the Reverend A. G. Lee, and reached Banﬂ', the Rocky Mountain Park of Ca- nada, preaching as they went to early settlers. Among other places they called at Wetaskiwin and Edmonton, Alberta, preaching the gospel for the ﬁrst time in the Norwegian language at Strathcona, now South Edmonton. The story of this missionary tour of the two Augsburgians printed in “Folkebladet” in the autumn of 1900 proved to be an “eye opener" to many who were thus informed about the possibilities of the Cana- . diurWeet andimeonsequenee came to seek a home here. Today there are 40 Lutheran Free Church Congregations in Canada served by 9 pastors, with an aggregate membership and adherents of no less than 5000. The moral and material asset of this "salt of the earth" is incalculable. CANADIAN YOUTHS ATTEND OUR SCHOOLS Western Canada has felt the blessings of our church schools especially, for their graduates fol- lowed closely the tide of Norwegian immigration, both from Norway and from the United States. The Prairie Provinces watched thousands of Norwegian immigrants forming settlements in the country while other thousands took up work in the cities and mining centres. Among these, hundreds looked to Augsburg Seminary and Oak Grove Seminary in more than one way. Some looked for ministers and teachers while others looked to them for a Christian education for their boys and girls. There have been nineteen students in the College Department at Augsburg for the last ﬁve years who have come from Canada and ﬁve in the Theological Department during the same period. Girls from Canada have received high school education at Oak Grove and have re- turned to Canada and here entered upon a broader sphere of service either as teachers or as house- wives. THE Noam AIM or OUR Scnoons The Augsburg Seminary and the Oak Grove Seminary owe their existence to the determina- tion of their founders that the young men and women making up their student body should lack none of the educational advantages of students in secular schools, but should in addition have the great advantage of an impartial, unbiased Chris- tian view of life, and as far as it may be said to be humanly possible, a true Christian experience as well. To be more accurate: to educate ministers, missionaries, teachers, church workers, honest, broadminded, capable and well-informed citizens of any State, Province or Country where they might choose to go after school days. WHY Cnunenas MUST SUPPORT THE SCHOOLS In this noble aim lie both the strength and the weakness of such institutions. They cannot be self-supporting in the accepted meaning Of the term—unless, of course, a substantial Endowment Fund be placed at their disposal. Such a Fund is nowin the‘process of being accumulated so far as Augsburg is concerned. But it is yet way below the needs. Meanwhile, if the cost of operation should be charged up entirely to the students, the cost of attendance would be so high that very, very few young men and women among us would be rich enough to pay tuition and other fees the ﬁrst month of attendance. The difference between the tuition charges and other incomes from students (the tuition now is $75.00 a season) and operation costs must be made up by voluntary contributions. When such contributions do not keep step with running ex- penses, necessary development and expansions (always decided upon by the annual meeting of the Church), upkeep, standardization of courses, and present high cost of everything (always ﬁxed by forces that our schools cannot control) debt is the inevitable outcome. Although debt is in some cases better than death, it must now be said with emphasis and frankness: debt accumulating on Christian schools is detrimental to their reputa- tion and service, un-Christian in spirit and fact, and with known facts before us, in this case un- necessary and unjustiﬁable any longer. Our Free Church people in Canada have shown their appreciation for what was done by support- ing our general work in the past. They have given to our missions and to our schools. They have met our emissaries with the utmost cordiality. They have sent a number of their young people to be educated in Augsburg Seminary and Oak Grove. Surely. our brethren in Canada will not fail us now in our effort to make these institutions ﬁnancially solvent and educationally eﬂlcient. AUGSBURG CC LLECE ARCHIVES
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Title: Jubilee Bulletin April 1, 1930
Collection: Alumni Magazine Collection

Title: The Dial June 1930, Page 19
Collection: Literary Journals
Search Result: THE DIAL 17 vacation! The months sailed by slowly but surely with the whole class making a very successful effort to preserve the assignment sheets pure and untainted for posterity. An- other quarter is gone before we realize it. Spring is almost here; students are a shade wiser, and purses...
Show moreTHE DIAL 17 vacation! The months sailed by slowly but surely with the whole class making a very successful effort to preserve the assignment sheets pure and untainted for posterity. An- other quarter is gone before we realize it. Spring is almost here; students are a shade wiser, and purses noticeably thinner. The eagle on that last dollar I spent resembled nothing so much as an ostrich. April, spring vacation, and a dash of four hundred and ﬁfty miles thru wind, rain, and snow, to get reinstated ﬁnancially and spend Easter Sunday at home. The return trip was cold and the next week was spent get-. ting warm again. Spring fever has the whole crew in her clutches. Two weeks of rain in May, and when plans for another Ark are drafted, the weather clears and everybody laughs again. Warm sunny afternoons spent in sprawl- ing on the Square or taking the curious for a spin on the “Harley.” They seldom ask for a second, though I value my neck as highly as any of them. Thus ends a very eventful year. The values of a college education cannot be de- nied. I can spell Czecho-Slovakia, though I cannot pronounce it. Christopher Marlowe wrote “Dr. Faustus,” and the formula for acetic acid is H02 H3 02. What else should anyone wish? E The Chosen Valley LUTHARD GJERDE, ’33 _ few more minutes of climbing, and I would be at the top! For the past half- hour I had been toiling up the steep, wooded side of a high and rocky elevation, from which I hoped to get a good View of the sur- rounding landscape. I could see a shelf of mossy, green-gray stone jutting out from the wall above. It must be the top of the peak. I waded through small patches of thorny bushes, climbed over piles of broken stone and eventually I managed to pull myself up on the ledge. I paused a moment, panting from the exertion. Then I looked up and gazed out at the grand scene before me. It was wonderful. Instinctiver I gazed toward the sky. I had a queer feeling that I was in a shadow. I became conscious of a wall of rock behind me, towering up above the rest of the elevation, which was merely a jumbled heap of broken boulders and thorny bushes, entirely covered with trees. At ﬁrst I was disappointed~disappointed because I had hoped for an unobstructed view of the land- scape on all sides of me, and disappointed be- cause I had determined to reach the top. I grew hopeful in a moment when I found that there was a wide break in the rock wall, which was full of boulders and the trunks of tall trees that had once ﬂourished there. In my hurry of anticipation I skinned both knees clambering over rocks, and tore my hands painfully on sharp corners as I pulled myself upward. Upward—toward what? I hoped I would not be disappointed this time. At last I reached the top. It was of solid stone, about thirty feet across and worn quite round, though broken up here and there. It was covered with a blanket of dry, brown pine needles which had accumulated through the years from several tall pines that seemed to ﬂourish in this queer place, far above the rest of the world. Only a few round bumps of stone were bald. The view from the lower ledge had been wonderful. This view was beautiful—border- ing on something divine, ﬁt for immortal eyes only. It was superb, inspiring, beyond the wildest ﬂights of my imagination. The
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Title: The Dial June 1930, Page 04
Collection: Literary Journals
Search Result: 2 THE DIAL was to remove all the electric lights from the chapel just before a quartet of students from the United Church Seminary, which was not far away, was to give a concert. It was scandalous, of course, and when the culprit was discovered he was called to the oﬂice of the “old man”, as we...
Show more2 THE DIAL was to remove all the electric lights from the chapel just before a quartet of students from the United Church Seminary, which was not far away, was to give a concert. It was scandalous, of course, and when the culprit was discovered he was called to the oﬂice of the “old man”, as we affectionately called the father of the present president of the Sem- inary when he was out of sight and hearing, and I recall that he came out very subdued, considering that he was almost irrepressible, but still smiling. We were all glad he had not been “ﬁred”, as we had feared would be the case. The worst thing I ever did was to discover some foul smelling chemical and to call on some theological students and inad- vertently let a drop or two fall on the table or ﬂoor. The result was always the same; the room was uninhabitable for the rest of the day, and the particular theolog found his Christian charity so severely tested that he refused to recognize me for about a week. However, I was the “baby” of the class. Gog— gen was the honor man of the class and only slightly older than the “baby.” I think most members of the class became clergymen. Gilbert began to study law, be- came a judge and the high mogul of the Sons of Norway. I don’t know where George is, but I think he went into business. Goggen just missed becoming a clergymen, and I suppose it was because he went to Yale for some years of p. g. work and then to some dreadful places in Asia Minor where he was vice-consul, taught in a college, and became an authority in Semitic languages. I think he must be in Minneapolis now. A number has passed on to the great beyond. The “baby” was a sort of vagrant student at several American and foreign universities, and then taught political economy out west, was in the diplomatic service and for some seven years has been a member of the facul- ty of the University of the Berlin, the capital of the late Boches. As I sit here before my typewriter and ee visions of other days and climes a phrase from some school book of my Iowa boyhood comes back to me,—“a feeling of sadness comes o’er me”; at any rate the “baby” and the gipsy of the class feels just a triﬂe remo- dig—and I suppose that is why he can’t leave out a Norwegian word occasionally, and be a 100% American! The title of one of Bjorn- son’s works suggests itself to him also,— “Geograﬁ 0g szerlighet.” And he feels that in spite of Zeppelins and other rapid means of transportation there is still too much Geograﬁ in the world and too little Kjaerlig- het. If it were not for the Geograﬁ he would surely be in Minneapolis for the next Augs- burg commencement. As it is, he will have to satisfy himself with a jaunt down Unter den Linden on the way to his four o’clock lecture at the University. But perhaps some member of the class will read this, and to such a one I wish it to be taken as a greet- ing and an echo from “auld lang syne." The Augsburg of thirty-two years ago was poorer and smaller than the present ex- panded institution, and in those days there was no co-education there. Nevertheless, I felt then, and have felt so since, that Augs- burg was one of the very best colleges in the country. It was not because the library was large-—it was not—nor on account of labora- tories (in those days we had none and our training related really only to history, hu— manities, religion, and languages). I think my conclusion rests on the fact that the lead- ing men who were our teachers were truly great and inspiring as scholars and as per- sonalities. The outstanding ones were of course Georg Sverdrup and Sven Oftedal. but they had associated with them a really remarkable group of others. So when I think of my great teachers the three most outstanding ones are Georg Sverdrup, Wil- liam Folwell (of the University of Minne- sota) and Adolph Wagner (of the Univer- sity of Berlin). The ﬁgures of those I had at the University of Wisconsin have dwindled, as have my Columbia professors of New York days. 80, though life has been
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Title: The Dial June 1930, Page 05
Collection: Literary Journals
Search Result: THE DIAL 3 Augsburg has always remained an inspira- tion. Augsburg meant the upholding of principle and it meant courage, whether it “paid” or not in dollars and cents. Quite aside from the merits of the church contro- versies of the nineties, the fact that men like Sverdrup and Oftedal dared and...
Show moreTHE DIAL 3 Augsburg has always remained an inspira- tion. Augsburg meant the upholding of principle and it meant courage, whether it “paid” or not in dollars and cents. Quite aside from the merits of the church contro- versies of the nineties, the fact that men like Sverdrup and Oftedal dared and would stand for what they regarded as good and needed was like Luther’s stand at Worms—“es war einmal”!—an inspiration. The class motto of ’98 was “principia non homines”; and in a sense I subscribe to that still. But the mel- lowing inﬂuence of years has made me feel that it was not the Greek or the Hebrew that they taught me nor even the religious and ethical instruction they gave me that were so important; it was their example and their personality. So now I think I would say in- stead, “principia et homines.” When I last saw Dr. Sverdrup he told me of plans and hopes of getting a new and en- larged home for Augsburg. These appealed full of vicissitudes for me, the memory ofi‘to me greatly, though if Augsburg leaves its old site I should somehow regret it. It would be like a family’s giving up a dear but simple homestead to live in a modern house with all improvements in the nearest larger town or city. Nevertheless, there is more than bana- lity in the old saw about “tempora mutan- tur —- —-.” We must try to adjust ourselves to new conditions in order to be as effective and useful as we can. In fact, I regard this as our ethical duty and so also the duty of a Christian. I should like to hear of some American who came or whose fathers came from the dear land of the fjords and the midnight sun giving or bequeathing to Augs- burg something like a million dollars. The sum is not large in View of the newer condi- tions in the United States, and I cannot think of any better investment, at least not in the Scandinavian and German American North- west. And then the new day for Augsburg could begin, the dream would begin to be- come true! Back There in Hawaii ABNER BATALDEN, ’32 HILE' dull, gray shades and penetrat- ing clouds of mist were still hanging over volcanic islands, our ship began its en- trance into “Aloha’s” harbor. Though the sun’s rays had not yet come forth, the at- mosphere was warm—not oppressive, but lazily pleasant. Later, when the day’s visit was done, and a soft breeze was fanning Oahu’s spindling palms, we ventured out to sea again. Once more the night was draw- ing near. At hours bordering upon darkness we had seen Hawaii approach and Hawaii fade. Can that be the reason for the character of my Hawaiian memories? Back there in the mid-Paciﬁc where ocean breezes moderate the tropical heat, and where the heavens above seem to hover so near, garlanded native maids with their clear guitar chords ring their way into one’s graces. Back there life appears less stilted, seems younger, and feels lighter. Is it comparison of some parts of the world with this isle that makes my recollec- tions somewhat unsubstantial? Back there where vegetation is so exuber- ant and richly colored, and ﬂowers bloom the whole year through, I met a round-about re- lative who concerned himself with showing me the gayest and most reputed places. First we joined a lively group of fun-makers on Waikiki Beach. We became part of an in- ternational pageant, a pulsing, varied page- ant of humanity and color. Some people, for
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Title: The Dial June 1930, Page 03
Collection: Literary Journals
Search Result: THE DIAL VOL. 11 JUNE, 1930 N0. 2 “Det var engang” CHARLES E. STANGELAND, ’98 course, being reasonably human and slightly sentimental, I have often thought of the to me wonderful “once upon a time” at Augsburg and of my fellow gradu- ates of 1898. Within the last two or three years, however, the...
Show moreTHE DIAL VOL. 11 JUNE, 1930 N0. 2 “Det var engang” CHARLES E. STANGELAND, ’98 course, being reasonably human and slightly sentimental, I have often thought of the to me wonderful “once upon a time” at Augsburg and of my fellow gradu- ates of 1898. Within the last two or three years, however, the memory of it all became more real and pleasant, perhaps somewhat poignant too, because two of my class-mates, and I believe some sisters and aunts and cousins, have looked me up (they also “looked me over,” as it were, but very polite- ly, so that my feelings should not be wound— ed!) and instinctively, in thoughts and in words gamle dage and “gamle Augsburg” were made to live again. One of the class- mates I always called “Oss”, though he al- ways protested for some reason, and the other’s name was “Goggen”. That is to say, he was not baptized that way, but his little brother and his sisters called him that in— stead of George,—-and being incorrigible I followed suit. When I saw them here after the lapse of I don’t know how many years, I addressed the one solemnly as Reverend So- and-So and the other as Mr. President; at any rate I should have! The class of ’98 was the largest one that had been graduated from the college or Greek course up to that year, and I think all the eighteen of us felt rather proud of the fact. We played baseball in vacant lots near a railroad, we never wore dress suits, we paid $1.50 a week for very good board in the base- ment of the old building, and we had a “yell” (which I think was about the only thing that we copied from other schools or colleges). For the purpose of making the record au- thentic, I shall put it down here (I dare not yell it out here in my BerlinerWohmmg— though I think I could—for the neighbors might not appreciate the melody) : “Rah, rah, rah! “Ain’t we great? “Augsburg Seminary, “Ninety-eight ! l” I remember that just before our com- mencement (at which Laurhammer made a wonderful address pact norsk and Gilbert a no less eloquent and wonderful one in Eng- lish) we had a grand class supper on Wash- ington Avenue, not far from “Seven Cor- ners”, which consisted of a very good oyster soup and small crackers, all of which cost about ﬁfteen cents per capita. It was other- wise an exciting time in Minneapolis, for the Spanish War was just about to begin and very grand ofﬁcers were already strutting or riding up Nicollet Avenue, preparing to “make Cuba free” by spending two or three months in some dreadful camp in Chattan- ooga, Tennessee. But none of us “went to the war,” which was soon over. As a rule we were quite exemplary in our habits (my own less desirable ones I have acquired later and after having become old enough to know better i), and I do not think any one even smoked. The most incorrig- ible one of us was George (this was another George, not Goggen), who was also one of the most likable chaps imaginable. He had come up from Luther College, I think. Any- how, his star stunt during our senior year
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Title: The Dial June 1930, Page 11
Collection: Literary Journals
Search Result: THE DIAL 9 up.” I began to crave company and friends. I realized that it would not do to live as a recluse among civilized people all my life so I started out to make friends. I found this very hard. I had followed my inclinations in shunning society, and now I had to force myself to break away...
Show moreTHE DIAL 9 up.” I began to crave company and friends. I realized that it would not do to live as a recluse among civilized people all my life so I started out to make friends. I found this very hard. I had followed my inclinations in shunning society, and now I had to force myself to break away from those habits. When I really learned to know people I found that most of them were agreeable and that friends were not wanting. Since that time I have enjoyed life more than previously. In spite of my best efforts, however, I ﬁnd that I cannot break away from my old life entirely. I love to be alone and love to be let alone to commune with my own thoughts. I have now been at Augsburg for one school year, and that has been an enjoyable year. I am almost a stranger on the campus. No one cares very much for me and no one is displeased with me, to the best of my knowl- edge; so I am well pleased. I hope to con- tinue at Augsburg for some time still, and hope to make friends by trying to be agree- able. ~ @ Working on the Extra Gang JOSEPH ROEL, ’33 IT was on the ninth day of June in 1929 that a big husky gentleman stopped a friend of mine and me and asked us if we wanted a job. I had been in search of a position for some time, but to accept a job had never occurred to me. I asked John what he thought about it, and he said it would be better than loaﬁng, and so we accepted. Upon ﬁnding ourselves employed by the Northern Paciﬁc Railway, we inquired as to the nature of the work. We found that we were to be laborers on the Extra Gang which was going to work at a junction about thirty miles west of Fargo. The following morning we packed our clothes and other necessary belongings and boarded the train to Dilworth, Minn., where the division ofﬁce was located. The ﬁrst thing the ofﬁcial did was to give us numbers. John was given number thirteen and I thirty- nine. Thirteen, the number signifying mis- fortune, was rather hard to take, but we as- sured John that he had a chance of surviving the ordeal, and so he was somewhat com- forted. Needless to say, we were city-bred boys and accustomed to reposing between white sheets, but now they gave us a large white sack the size of a sheet and directed us to a straw stack whereupon we were informed to ﬁll the sacks with straw and use them for matresses. The older boys who had had previous experience were quite successful in their efforts, but we had to be content to lie in the hills and valleys which took natural shapes when we were stuﬂing the matresses There were four double bunks in our car, and so we chose the upper berths for our beds as it seemed to be warmer near the ceiling. After making our beds the dinner bell sound- ed, and we made a charge for the dining car. This meal, the ﬁrst one we ate since being employed by the railroad, proved to be a real experience. Such exclamations as: “Pass the Java and cow’s juice”—which, of course, signiﬁed, coffee and milk—and “Sic the dog over here”—meaning, send the weiners—were common expressions; and I understood them quite readily, but when one of them asked for the ground cherries I must admit I was confused. I told him I didn’t see any ground cherries, so he enlightened me a little by saying they were potatoes. John drove his car to Wheatland, North Dakota, and I went with him while the rest
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Title: The Dial June 1930, Page 01
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Title: The Dial June 1930, Page 22
Collection: Literary Journals
Search Result: THE DIAL EDITORIAL STAFF Elm. Fossax, Editor-in-Chief LITERARY EDITORS MATHILDA SAGENG LYDIA HALLING BUSINESS MANAGERS Baum Damn: Om Hanan) FRESHMAN STAFF OLIVER OLSON VALBORG SVERDRUP MAURICE HELLAND ALBERT KNUTSEN Editor-in-Chief __ Literary Editor Business Mana 0 CM Assistant Business Manager ...
Show moreTHE DIAL EDITORIAL STAFF Elm. Fossax, Editor-in-Chief LITERARY EDITORS MATHILDA SAGENG LYDIA HALLING BUSINESS MANAGERS Baum Damn: Om Hanan) FRESHMAN STAFF OLIVER OLSON VALBORG SVERDRUP MAURICE HELLAND ALBERT KNUTSEN Editor-in-Chief __ Literary Editor Business Mana 0 CM Assistant Business Manager ‘Eable of Gontents Det var engang Charles Stangeland ........ “w”-.. Back There in Hawaii _________________________________ _-Abner Batalden ____________ .-__.__ To Man’s Estate George Tangvald .......... _._ That Day Will Come ____________________________________ .mEinar R. Ryden _ ........................ ._ From the Sniff of a Whisk Broom ................. .,Manley Gjerde ___--.__________.__._- A Little Token Lawrence Bueide w ___________________ r- FRESHMAN SECTION On Myself Iver Olson ..__.-,__._..-.._-.__-___- Working on the Extra Gang ....................... -__Joseph Roe] ..... __;_ _______ N Two Crosses .mGrace Jensen ______.____._..._.-. Of a Week at Aunt Ella’s _____________________________ _.Maurice Helland ___._-__....___. On Being Broke Trine Swenson _ _________ _. On Dirt Howard Halvorsen'_-_' ............. a. Of Spring Maurice Helland ____________ _._ Oliver Olson ........ ...__.._..__. Clarence Eliason ......____._.._.__ On Philosophizing Of My Relations A Diary in Slang Emmet Core -.______..-..._....____ The Chosen Valley _______________________________________ ___Luthard Gjerde ________________ -- On the Abuse of the English Language __________ .,Grace Jensen ____________ _.___ Forgetting Grace Jensen ...__._._w--.--__-..__ 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 15 16 17 18 19 Published semi-annually by the literary organizations of Augsburg College, Minneapolis, Minnesota
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Title: The Dial June 1930, Page 16
Collection: Literary Journals
Search Result: 14 THE DIAL ed for my unsightly appearance. A look in the glass ﬁlls me with delight. My hair is full of weeds and dirt, my face is decorated with greasy smudges, my hands—well, there are no words adequate to describe their per- fect condition. Once more I revel in dirt; once more I ﬁnd an outlet...
Show more14 THE DIAL ed for my unsightly appearance. A look in the glass ﬁlls me with delight. My hair is full of weeds and dirt, my face is decorated with greasy smudges, my hands—well, there are no words adequate to describe their per- fect condition. Once more I revel in dirt; once more I ﬁnd an outlet for my desires, an opportunity to abandon all else and return to frolic with my old favorite—dirt. Of Spring MAURICE HELLAND, ’33 I have planned for several weeks to write a scathing satire, but who could write a satire when spring is in the air. And spring is in the air although it is only the middle of February. This is the season when I, like other romantic individuals, go strolling down the street with my head in the clouds and my feet in the mud puddles. Under the puddles is ice, and ice has caused the downfall of more men than anything else, with the ex- ception of women. Although I have not “fallen for” the latter I fell for the former; the result being a complete reversal of the usual position of my head and feet, as I plunged from my rosy dreams into the cold realities of life. This slightly dampened my spirits and I made haste to reach home. I could not long remain indoors. Soon I was on my way to the public library. Spring had even penetrated into this storehouse of knowledge, for the librarian’s customary “shhh” was replaced by a quiet, but force- ful, snore. Here was Mr. Thomas, a ﬁne old gentleman who had been a great disappoint- ment to me. I once thought he was a former confederate soldier, only to discover that the uniform he often wore was that of a street- car conductor. Mr. Thomas adjusted his spectacles so that they were perched rather precariously on the end of his nose, and be- gan to peruse something which looked sus- piciously like a seed-catalogue. Occasionally he would brush back a stray lock of white hair (practically the only one he had, by the way), and on a scrap of paper he was jotting down a list of numbers. He told me conﬁ- dentially that he didn't dare let his wife see the catalogue, so he read it in the library—a martyr to the cause of Spring. Over in a corner sat a man of uncertain age whose facial characteristics were enough to pro- claim him half-witted even if he had not been eccentric in his dress and actions. I noticed that he was reading from a book of ’modern verse. He probably understands the stuff as well as any one else, I thought. I decided not to get the reference book which I needed for school since I knew I wouldn’t use it. I walked slowly, but not sedately, down Bloom- ington Avenue, swinging my arms as I went, not in order to keep warm, but to get in practice for the coming tennis season. After supper I really should study, so I retire to my room, place my books neatly on the table, sit down; hum a tune; whistle a bit; put my head out the window to see if there is a moon; nibble a cookie which I have “swiped” from the pantry; and ﬁnally decide to settle down to an hour or two of good, solid, concentrated study. Ho hum! “Ich liebe-du liebst-er liebt”; oh German is boring; besides I won’t have a test in it tomorrow. So I eat a cookie and start on history. After concentrating on this subject for four minutes (according to my watch), I throw the book over on the book shelf, grab my English text, open it, shut it again, and put it in my brief case. I see an assignment in my notebook, “Study the reformation in Germany.” What I need is a reformation in myself, I decide, but what’s the use when spring is in the air?
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Title: The Dial June 1930, Page 02
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Title: The Dial June 1930, Page 20
Collection: Literary Journals
Search Result: 18 THE DIAL gently sloping sides of the St. Croix val- ley were covered completely with trees, which at that time of the year were of rich varied green. In the center of the valley was the St. Croix, imprisoned by walls of solid gray rock. A little to the right of the river was a level area, in...
Show more18 THE DIAL gently sloping sides of the St. Croix val- ley were covered completely with trees, which at that time of the year were of rich varied green. In the center of the valley was the St. Croix, imprisoned by walls of solid gray rock. A little to the right of the river was a level area, in the center of which lay the Lake of the Dalles. It seemed, from my elevated viewpoint to be exactly the right size to be an ornament worn by this vast scene beneath me that is nature. As the sun glinted on the gently rippling waters of the lake, I saw it as a huge and richly brilliant diamond, ﬁt only to grace such a scene as this. The blan- ket of forest was covered with a thin veil of blue mist. The tall, darker pines stood out impressively above their smaller neighbors. My eyes followed the river. Its dark waters were scarcely visible between those high walls of rock. Only below the Inter-state Bridge did the waters break into a white foam as they rushed and swirled down a miniature rapids. Farther up was the large white power house which man, that demolisher of natural beauty, had dared to place here. Among the trees on the side of the valley near the power house could be seen the tops of some of the more digniﬁed buildings of the town that is nestled there, apparently unaware of the beautiful nature which surrounds it. Still farther back the sloping, misty, for- est-covered hills seemed to fade into nothing- ness as they blended with the blue sky to form a hazy and indistinct horizon. What a pity, I thought, that more people do not visit this God-made garden of misty beauty! It had thrilled and inspired me so that I was surprised when I came out of my reveries and found myself at the top of this high peak. I felt as though I had found a new friend; a friend without fault. But I would come back to this misty panorama that wore a robe of bluish green and a sparkling dia- mond! I would come back to renew our friendship, and I hoped that my scene would not change, for it was as near perfection as any of my imagined scenes of beauty. Re- luctantly, I tore myself away, to start down the rugged rock path on which I had toiled upward, seemingly an age ago. @ On the Abuse of the English Language F all the words to which I react with pre- judiced animosity, the word “cute” effects me most acutely. Speaking of cute babies and, in the next breath, of a cute man, is insuf- ferable. The babies, of course, who can do nothing in protest, look more adorable than before, but for a man who has been accused of being cute (it must be an accusation and not a compliment) to continue to be so is incomprehensible. Where a certain street and a certain avenue meet in Minneapolis, there stands a house known as “Dream Cottage.” It is cute. The arrangement of the furniture in the sit- ting-room is cute. The girls who live in it are cute. A certain young man who boards there says that they cook cute meals. It has been my delight, on winter, autumn, spring, and summer evenings, to spend an hour with these dreamers, dumplings (from the “Dump” where they used to live), or old maids, as they pretend to be. We have talked of many things over cups of tea and coffee and, last time, it was of “cuteness.” Noah Webster has this to say,——but per- haps it would be well if Webster were studied individually. Given second place in this dic- tionary, with its meaning limited to the .A..- .._.a..r-_...._._- < Ag...
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Title: The Dial June 1930, Page 12
Collection: Literary Journals
Search Result: 10 THE DIAL of the crew took the train. The next morn- ing we were ready to go to work. For break- fast we had pancakes but we couldn’t swal- low them. They were as tough as shoe leather but not nearly as digestible. John threw a few of them in the back seat of his car to use for blow out patches...
Show more10 THE DIAL of the crew took the train. The next morn- ing we were ready to go to work. For break- fast we had pancakes but we couldn’t swal- low them. They were as tough as shoe leather but not nearly as digestible. John threw a few of them in the back seat of his car to use for blow out patches, and another fellow put a stack of them on top of his box- car in order to let them dry so we could use them for fuel in our stoves. The cook be- came peeved at this, and so he had this gentleman ﬁred. Having had breakfast, we went out to get instructions from the foreman. John was assigned to the “Shovel pushers” crew and I got the water job. In case I was asked by anyone as to my position, I would invariably reply I was manager of the aquatic depart- ment. I must admit I was very much pleased with that title, even though I had to origin- ate it myself. My job was to ﬁll two kegs with water and ice before breakfast and dinner and place them on the motor car which was used to haul them to the crew. This occupied about thirty minutes a day and that was all I had to do. The rest of the day I threw rocks at telephone poles and other targets which pre- sented themselves from time to time. In the afternoon the foreman and I would usually go to town and drink sodas. I got along ﬁne with the foreman, because I was very patient when he would keep talking about the won- derful girl he was going to marry in October. Outside of this particular weakness he was an ideal boss. He had a strong muscular build and a very pleasant disposition. He never became hot-headed nor did he lose his temper during my stay on the railroad. He went ﬁshing with us in the evening as well as swimming in the hot afternoons. When it became so hot that we could hardly bear to work, he would dismiss the crew and take us to the reservoir in the motor car and then tell us to have a good time. All in all he was an ideal boss. John and I worked at this for about seven weeks before we resigned our positions and went back to Fargo. As I think of the good times we had playing football in the pastures —clad only in our pajamas—and swimming in the reservoir—attired in nature’s bathing suit—I cannot help but believe that these ex- periences alone were pay enough for the labor we put forth while working on the “Extra Gang.” E Two Crosses GRACE JENSEN, ’33 I cannot know, I cannot always understand God’s dealings, while I walk below, But, thru it all, I see the outline of His hand, And know that He must know. And if He knows, then He must love me, care For all my anguish and my strife. As, in my pain, I seek and ﬁnd Him suffering there I yield my all—in death and life.
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Title: The Dial June 1930, Page 17
Collection: Literary Journals
Search Result: On Philosophizing OLIVER OLSON, ’33 VERYONE has a weakness, or should we say a hobby? We might call it an illu- sion. Next to a sensational gladiatorial com- bat or an atrocious persecution, Nero loved his ﬁddle; Fredrick the Great had a “craze” for unusually tall soldiers. My most serious...
Show moreOn Philosophizing OLIVER OLSON, ’33 VERYONE has a weakness, or should we say a hobby? We might call it an illu- sion. Next to a sensational gladiatorial com- bat or an atrocious persecution, Nero loved his ﬁddle; Fredrick the Great had a “craze” for unusually tall soldiers. My most serious weakness is that I like to philosophize,—oh, about most anything, even about myself sometimes. People who can not think ra- tionally like to deceive themselves by insist- ing that they can philosophize. Such a per~ son am I. - While I was in high school there was one certain girl who took malicious delight in calling me Socrates. I knew all too well that I did not have a Barrymore proﬁle, but I was conceited enough to resent being associated with the world’s ugliest-looking man. Fur— thermore, she was not a Venus, herself—far from it. She oftentimes made life miserable for me, but at any rate, she could not put a damper upon my tendency to philosophize, for I still have it today. People are prone to consider philosophiz- ing an indication of mental deﬁciency, or as an incurable morbid disease. I am altogether too optimistic to believe that I am nearing the verge of insanity; I am too young for that, and besides, so far I have been unable to discover any ﬂaws in my family tree. I like to philosophize about myself, not be- cause I am an egoist, but because there is no one that is more fascinating to analyze than oneself. It is often bitterly humiliating to ﬁnd that, when you are “weighed in the balance, you are found lacking.” There, there, I must refrain from becoming didac- tic. The great Greek philosopher, Socrates, said, “know thyself.” I ﬁnd myself well- nigh impossible to get acquainted with; there is an obstinate independence that bars self- analysis; I avoid solitude and meditation as though I am deathly afraid of being alone; I rush frantically about for something else to do. I pause to ask myself, “Can I always hope blindly and foolishly to ignore myself? Must I not sometime reckon with myself?” The answer is obvious. How disheartening it would be to see a cross-section of all my motives, my impulses, my aspirations! I would furtively and with deep shame hide such a cross-section from the critical scrutiny of my fellowmen. Self- ishness would stand out in bold glaring let- ters staring me in the face. I am sure that I would cast my eyes downward and keep them there, until the picture was taken away. I would ﬁrmly resolve never to philosophize about myself again. Of My Relations CLARENCE ELIASON, ’33 A lively imagination surely is an asset to anyone, and I am very much blessed with an imagination that sees all, hears all, and knows all. On one occasion I was pun- ished for using my imagination when the principal of the school I attended found that I had imagined I needed a bath on a certain ﬁne day in the late spring when it was just warm enough to go swimming. Since then, I have been rather careful about “playing hookey,” and using my imagination to keep me out of school, because of the measures taken by the truant ofﬁcers. There are occasions when I allow my imagination to have free rein, and one of them is when some fellow creature inquires
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Title: The Dial June 1930, Page 24
Collection: Literary Journals
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