I’ll admit, I have always had to coil up in a rumble seat and I can’t comfortably stretch out in bed without pulling out the covers at the bottom but I think there are enough advantages to make up for it. I’ll grant that I do make a good target for teachers. I always have had to give reports and... Show moreI’ll admit, I have always had to coil up in a rumble seat and I can’t comfortably stretch out in bed without pulling out the covers at the bottom but I think there are enough advantages to make up for it. I’ll grant that I do make a good target for teachers. I always have had to give reports and such but then I would just think of how noble it was for me to be shielding some poor small person from going through lots of uninteresting, dusty old books and from carrying heavy old encyclopedias. And then I would be able to grin and face the class. Now that I’ve finally finished growing up and people can no longer remark about my height they have reworded their theme song so it now reads, “My, Inez, but you’re getting fat!”—but somehow it doesn’t “phase” me. It slides off my back like this spring slush off my waterproof shoes (25 cents at any of the bet- ter shoe stores). The reason? Ever heard of Psychology? It’s a good practical course. You learn lots. INEZ HINRICHS, ’40 Bathed in Moonlight OLDEN beams from the full Hawaiian moon streamed down on the broad banks of Waikiki Beach. Tall palms cast their broken shadows over lovers reclining on white benches. Carefree strollers roamed about and dreamily gazed at their surrounding beauty. The glistening sand crunched beneath their light tread. Rippling waters dashed themselves in waves against the endless shore. The crest of each sparkling wave mingled and danced with the moonbeams. Innumerable ripples flashed here and there. These waters reflected the beauty of the stately palm trees as clearly as a mirror. In the distance shimmering sights from a home-returning ship could be seen. A solemn hush had fallen. The glory of the evening was enchantingly beautiful. EVELYN OLSON, ’41 7 DIAL ‘ L \‘s Z'j-A.‘ 1:111...“ “a. Show less
walk in the hottest of hells and the holiest of heavens; you have made me to sizzle in huge caldrons in dark, deep pits and to gaze upon the gates of pearl and the crystal sea; and you have brought to my ear the weeping and groaning, the sighing, and the grinding of teeth, and the harmonics of... Show morewalk in the hottest of hells and the holiest of heavens; you have made me to sizzle in huge caldrons in dark, deep pits and to gaze upon the gates of pearl and the crystal sea; and you have brought to my ear the weeping and groaning, the sighing, and the grinding of teeth, and the harmonics of the celestial throng bowing before the Lamb. So you have led me about. Imagination, you’re a liar — and a good one! GILBERT JENSEN, ’40 Lazy Luke H: yells of fire came when I war to bed. Ah would not lay to bed an cover up an sleep. Not me. for ah got some book larneng an am smart. I'd throw da blankets off an let de fire wharm me. Or if a car come right to me. Ah would not run to dat dhere curb. Not me. no sir. ah know da law. I'd stan like some great general an hol ma groun. Or it a tornado come like a wiss. An da storm cell war fixt. Then would ah run just like a rat and tire me out? Not me no how. ah got insurance now. It sum gun man done order me to work. Den would ah work it he said that he'd shoot? No sir. not me. l'se gwin ta Heven when ah dies. 50 wha then should ah work when ah can rest in Hev'n? MERRIL WESTERGRIN, ’42 II DIAL LLrus—w v- ~91 mus-n... an 2—- Show less
We Cannot Lose With Christ I The morning dawned with promise Of joyous worthwhile tasks. \X/hose conscientious doing .71 Would reap the good He asks. But as the day wore onward, Q And weariness began To try my strength and patience Beyond what I could stand. I turned to Him who never Had failed... Show moreWe Cannot Lose With Christ I The morning dawned with promise Of joyous worthwhile tasks. \X/hose conscientious doing .71 Would reap the good He asks. But as the day wore onward, Q And weariness began To try my strength and patience Beyond what I could stand. I turned to Him who never Had failed to help before. And sighed. "Oh Christ. my Helper. Thou wilt my strength restore." Then came the reassurance From His own \X/ord divine. We shall be more than conq'rors Through Him that loved mankind Enough to leave Heaven's glory To take the sinner's place. In fearless sweet abandon My heart received His grace. As night's dark hours are vanquished By morning's glorious light .' Christ's light of life gives victory i ; l i .4 "—41-: r 5).; . And triumph from our night. SYNNOVE STENBERG, ’41 DIAL Show less
From A Student’s Diary Dear Diary, I am awfully tired tonight. My heart seems to sag and my body aches. Before school started I was buoyant and bubbling over with enthusiasm and anticipation as I looked forward to books, new friendships and fellowships, and all that goes with school-life. How... Show moreFrom A Student’s Diary Dear Diary, I am awfully tired tonight. My heart seems to sag and my body aches. Before school started I was buoyant and bubbling over with enthusiasm and anticipation as I looked forward to books, new friendships and fellowships, and all that goes with school-life. How inconsistent I am. Of course I like school just as much as ever, but I’d welcome a breathing spell. The education book yawns up at me and seems endless in its scope. This mood will have taken flight with the coming of dawn because sleep and rest work wonders. However, while under this morbid spell due to weariness I have the consolation: "A hundred years from now. clear heart, We'll neither know nor care What comes of all life's bitterness. Or follows griei's despair." Tomorrow morning I’ll probably be singing with the birds, glad to be alive, well, and happily busy at school. Sometimes I wish I were not such an emotional being, but then I would be less able to feel with others and enjoy the “ups” of life which certainly outweigh the “downs” any day. I was up early, walked the usual fourteen blocks to school, have attended several classes, have put in six hours of work, and have been plugging toward the completion of an almost endless term paper—so it has seemed to me—and now at last, after washing some clothes and getting ready for bed, I am free from the cares of this day and can peacefully “lay me down to sleep.” I should never think of unburdening myself to anyone else in the manner I have done to you. You are the one confidential somebody to whom it makes no difference what is said, and still you are worth a lot as my safety valve. Goodnight! SYNNOVE STENBERG, ’41 27 DIAL i a E 3 'i E 1, mi..- m ._ u—.M_s1r..wu L__ Show less
fi—i for she had delightfully entertained me with her peculiar steps. And I hoped that some strange thread of fate would draw us to- gether. I had always desired a girl, lithe and active, athletically alive. Somehow, in some unexplainable manner, this girl had capti- vated this ideal. I was drawn.... Show morefi—i for she had delightfully entertained me with her peculiar steps. And I hoped that some strange thread of fate would draw us to- gether. I had always desired a girl, lithe and active, athletically alive. Somehow, in some unexplainable manner, this girl had capti- vated this ideal. I was drawn. Having glided down to the end of the path she tripped lightly back, and I ran up to her determined to introduce myself. Now, with one graceful leap, she stood face to face with me. I looked into her face -face —-did I say face? There was no face, only a hanger which held a coat on the clothesline. The figure tripped on after I left her, dancing a step that was unique and exceedingly graceful. I know I shall not soon forget this figure — a figure that approached my ideal. ALFRED WALCK, ’42 O O 0 Washington Avenue at H P. M. NEW semaphores flashing, a taxi waiting on the corner, and an occasional street car passing by. Men on the streets— haggard and downcast— reprobates, inebriates, unemployables, and slovenly dressed men—wrecked, destitute, dissipated, un— wanted men are massed on this street. In the middle of the sidewalk a man, reeling to and fro, is heard singing. A ten year old chap is tugging at his father’s coat sleeve apparently begging him to refrain from entering another tavern. A drunken couple embrace one another as they stumble aimlessly down the street. An old bearded man, having taken to drink to escape the realities of life hangs on to a lamppost to maintain an erect posture. A woman enters a building to emerge a few minutes later half-dragging and half—carrying her husband. A man dressed in overalls walks past mumbling and muttering. Another glared at me in such a way that I shall not soon forget his hard personality. But from the midst of these a young couple emerge, walking arm in arm. A look of joy and peace lightens their countenances, and the young man is carrying a Bible. They are the voice of God to those about them, calling to this man-forsaken class. Another taxi is waiting on the corner. The semaphore stops the North-South traffic, and the trolley takes on another passenger as the moon and stars also declare the excellence of the Mighty God. ALFRED WALCK, ’42 23 DIAL Show less
der of the age, that time and labor saving boon to all amateur farmers,—the milking machine. The cows are once more con- tented, and milk for thousands of thirsty throats is definitely as- sured. ROBERT O. LINDBERG, ’43 Release lntent upon my thoughts. one day I walked Alone. unseeing. unaware... Show moreder of the age, that time and labor saving boon to all amateur farmers,—the milking machine. The cows are once more con- tented, and milk for thousands of thirsty throats is definitely as- sured. ROBERT O. LINDBERG, ’43 Release lntent upon my thoughts. one day I walked Alone. unseeing. unaware That near my side a battle was at stake For someone laden down with care. Then suddenly. as if my spirit sensed His strife, I lifted up my head: And thus upon his countenance beheld A look of worry. shame. and dread. _ 'Twas then I saw the stranger turn aside. As though by sudden thought inspired To seek within a nearby church the peace And rest his troubled soul desired. The minutes passed: in wonder I remained Without the friendly churchyard gate. Aroused from selfish revery to note Another sinner's woeful state. Yet while i stood in quiet thoughtfulness. The door unclosed. and there appeared Upon the threshold one whose joyous face Betrayed a conscience newly cleared. It seemed my spirit too was lifted up With his. who had obtained release: And. moving on. I silently thanked God That two lost souls had found their peace. MILDRED OUDAL, ’40 I7 DIAL ._'_- -‘ - am: _ .69.; unreal; fiféfi'fifinfiflfij" .uw. .Iafi‘? Show less
Beside Still Waters YESTERDAY I sat by the sea shore and watched the waves. Little waves they were, rhythmically rising and falling as the summer breezes hovered near, urging them on, until they tumbled boisterously over the rocky shore, bubbling merrily as they were forced to recede into the... Show moreBeside Still Waters YESTERDAY I sat by the sea shore and watched the waves. Little waves they were, rhythmically rising and falling as the summer breezes hovered near, urging them on, until they tumbled boisterously over the rocky shore, bubbling merrily as they were forced to recede into the emerald sea. Little waves, only little waves frolicking in the sunshine —. 1I! it is But I am not the only one who loves the sea. Long years ago a company of men were standing on the shores of a sea. They also watched the little waves come rolling coyly toward them, only to be tossed back with many a merry bubble as they hit the sandy shore. They were only little waves, little waves frolicking in the sunshine —. The men put out to sea. It was only a little sea and the waves were only little waves. They sailed on into the golden sunset, until the little waves, the merry bubbling waves that frolicked in the sunshine, were gone. The night breezes blew across the waters, and the sea heaved her tired bosom in response. Higher the waves rose and higher until the angry waters foamed and frothed as they dashed up over the sides of the boat. The men were very frightened. Only One, who having closed His weary eyes in sleep, now being wakened by the calling of His mates, was calm and unafraid. He raised His Hand out o’er the stormy sea and suddenly a strange peace and quiet prevailed. is it it Tonight the sea is angry as I sit upon its shore. Its white-capped waves dash furiously against the rocks. The little waves, the friendly little waves, are gone. I am so weary, weary of its never-ceasing turbulence, its ruth- less fury. I beat my breast and cry aloud in agony of soul! The storm continues still to rage. I hide my face —I am afraid! “0, Master, still the storm!” I cry. And as I lift my tired, ach- ing head, I look upon a miracle — the sea is calm! MILDRED RYAN, ’40 3 DIAL Show less
Revelation AWN on the earth! There is the sun yonder peeping over the green of the trees and the lilac bushes. How brilliant the dew as it dances with the splendor of diamonds in the sun. Look, there’s not a cloud in the sky, only a deep, bright blue overhead. But towards noon a cloud arises on... Show moreRevelation AWN on the earth! There is the sun yonder peeping over the green of the trees and the lilac bushes. How brilliant the dew as it dances with the splendor of diamonds in the sun. Look, there’s not a cloud in the sky, only a deep, bright blue overhead. But towards noon a cloud arises on the horizon! It’s not very large; surely it will disappear in the sun’s rays! But no, it gathers density and size as it approaches the sun. Now the cloud has hidden the sun. Not even a glimmer of light escapes from the sun’s original brightness. All earth becomes dark- ened and questioning. Soon lightning flashes and thunders roar! Rain falls in torrents and beats upon the earth. Where is the sun? Has it in fear and cowardice slipped away? Not a murmur does the earth make but receives the storm with patience. Only an occasional sigh of helplessness is heard among the trees as they yield themselves into the care of their Creator. Very soon the sun comes out. Its former radiance seems dim in comparison to this splendor. It shines smilingly on the refreshed earth. Despair not, oh soul; there is for you too a more brilliant Sun! Soon? — — Soon! JONETTE TINSETH, ’41 lncarnation Incarnate God. what wonders can compare To truths about Thyself? \X/hat heated dare? \X/hat heavenly provocations drive men To believe Thee as Thou art? \X/ond'rous ken! That He who torm'd the universe and holds. By words. the planets in their course. unfolds The heart of God in but a speck of dust— A man! GILBERT A. JENSEN, ’40 9 DIAL Show less
He Was Mean WILLIE was mean. Everyone thought 50. Willie did, too. Why should he care? All his life he’d been pushed around, scolded, belittled, and scorned. Why should he care what hap- pened to him? Why should he care what he did? He always got the same treatment—in spite of any effort of his... Show moreHe Was Mean WILLIE was mean. Everyone thought 50. Willie did, too. Why should he care? All his life he’d been pushed around, scolded, belittled, and scorned. Why should he care what hap- pened to him? Why should he care what he did? He always got the same treatment—in spite of any effort of his own to do better. No one thought that Willie would ever contemplate doing something kind and good. He had once — just once, that he could remember. He had picked up the streetcar token for old Mrs. Adams, when she dropped it while she was waiting for her car. Willie had intended all along to give it back to her, but Mrs. Adams knew a different Willie. She was certain that Willie meant to keep it as soon as he had laid his hands on it. Poor Willie,— such a talking to as he got! He gave up in despair. What was the use? He could just as well have scuttled away with the token. He’d have gotten out of hearing that lecture of Mrs. Adams and, well —, she didn’t believe he had planned to give it back anyway. Willie was a lad of ten years. He had never enjoyed the hum- blest blessings of a home. Willie’s parents were dead. He lived with his Aunt Min—a crabby, selfish, fidgety, self—centered old woman. True it was that she gave him a place to sleep, something to eat, and a few ill-kept clothes to wear, but that was all. The sooner she could get him out of the house every day, the better she liked it. . . . And Willie was probably glad to go. So thus it was that Willie had spent those early years of life that always stamp a life-long impression on any character. He was tough. He never cried now. He did once, but that was long ago. It was the time that he was all set to go fishing, and the Dugan kid had stolen his angle worms. It wasn’t that they were such big worms, but Willie had walked a long way for them and they were hard to find. Willie had cried then, but he surely wouldn’t do it now. He wished that he had gone after the Dugan kid and given him a good thrashing. Yes, Willie had grown to be a bully. There was no doubt about it. But wasn’t there a cause for it? Few ever think of that when they see Willie, and so to the masses Willie remains to be just ' l plam mean. EBBA JOHNSON, ’42 DIAL 20 Show less
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
