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Title: Jubilee Bulletin October 1, 1929, Page 02
Collection: Alumni Magazine Collection
Search Result: 2 JUBILEE BULLETIN c. Augsburg Academy, a standard ﬁrst class high school, accredited to the University of Minnesota, otIering a four year course of college preparatory work. Graduates are admitted without examination to all colleges that ad- mit on the certiﬁcate plan. 4. What has Augsburg...
Show more2 JUBILEE BULLETIN c. Augsburg Academy, a standard ﬁrst class high school, accredited to the University of Minnesota, otIering a four year course of college preparatory work. Graduates are admitted without examination to all colleges that ad- mit on the certiﬁcate plan. 4. What has Augsburg contributed to our spiritual, in- tellectual. and social life in the past? This question is a little hard to answer. for it is so broad; but we may note the following: a. It was the ﬁrst theological seminary built by Nor- wegian Lutherans in America. Since 1870 it has sent out 480 theological graduates of whom about 95'; have worked as pastors and missionaries at home and abroad. Almost 100% of the pastors in the Lutheran Free Church are graduates of Augsburg. b. The ﬁrst missionaries sent to heathen lands by Nor- wegian Lutherans in America were graduates of Augs- burg. At present Augsburg graduates are doing active missionary work in Madagascar, India, Central Africa. space far too small for present needs. There are two (lurr mitories for men, one built in 1872-1875, the other in 1884. The two dormitories for women were built in lN'JFi and 1889 respectively. The main building. erected in 1901, houses the administration. the class rooms. chapel. library, and laboratories. Besides these there is ll private residence, part of which is used as an emergency hospital for male students who are ill but nut seriously enough to need regular hospitalizatinn. o. How large un tvltrndrnu'r‘ Illls Augsburg/.1 In the school~year WEEKS!) there were 204 students distributed as follows: a. Theology, 18 men. 0 women. total 18 b. College, 165 men, 65 women, totnl 230 . Academy, 29 men, 13 women, total 42 an: . Music students not counted in above (women) 4 Tuial 294 9‘“ :ILM/AHRH Al THE FIRST Tumwcicu. CLASS AND FACULTY or Aucssuac SEMINARY 1878 and China. All of our forei n mission graduates of Augsburg. g “y pasmrs are c. Augsburg was the ﬁrst Lutheran school—and for some .time the only one—to take an active and leading part In the temperance movement that ﬁnally brought about national prohibition. d. In the past approximately 50% of the graduates of Augsburg College have studied theology and have en- tered the ministry. Some have become physicians. den- tists, lawyers, etc., and hold honored and inﬂuential posi- tions. of late years in steadily increasing number, Augs- burg graduates have entered the ﬁeld of high school teach- ing and are thus helping to educate our future citizens. Some have pursued graduate work in American and Eu- ropean universities and are engaged in college and univer- sity teaching. One is a leading church historian, another 13.!!! authority on Norwegian immigration to America, a third is a professor in the University of Berlin, one is an archeologist of international reputation, a fourth is a noted astronomer in one of the largest universities of the Middle West, while others are teaching in various col- leges. They are an honor to Augsburg, to the Free Church, and to our country. 5. What equipment has Augsburg? The campus comprises only one small city block—a In the college 21.3% were children of pastors and pro~ fessors. In the academy 39% were children of pastors and professors. The great majority of all students come from Lutheran homes. '7. What source of income hm: Augsburg? A small endowment fund of $79,000.00, voluntary con- tributions, and tuition paid by students as follows, begin- ning next year: Theology, no tuition. College, $75.00 paid in three terms. Academy, $45.00 paid in three terms. 8. What is Augsburg’s most pressing need? a. More of spiritual life and more complete consecra- tion. b. Adequate ﬁnancial support. Augsburg is a grow- ing school and needs increased allowance in order to meet the rising demands of our church and its young people. If we cannot or will not support the institution so it can educate our young people eﬁiciently, they will seek their education elsewhere and thus drift away from the Luth- eran Free Church. We can not starve our central institu- tion without seriously crippling our general work as a church body. A broken hub makes the whole wheel use- less. If we persist in driving in spite of this, we shall soon land in the ditch. All that Augsburg asks at present is enough ﬁnancial support to be able to function at all.
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Title: Jubilee Bulletin October 1, 1929, Page 03
Collection: Alumni Magazine Collection
Search Result: SM is alisnluetly livpi‘nill’lli nu llu- \‘ll'illhl'l of our ]II'I)DII' in the Luthcrnn Frm' ('hul'r'h. If they withhold their mum-y. Augsburg will slum lw “I'm-kiwi; but that may also involvv the ruin of tho \vholv Frm- (Thureh. Suw- the school and the school will save the Free ('hurch. Make the...
Show moreSM is alisnluetly livpi‘nill’lli nu llu- \‘ll'illhl'l of our ]II'I)DII' in the Luthcrnn Frm' ('hul'r'h. If they withhold their mum-y. Augsburg will slum lw “I'm-kiwi; but that may also involvv the ruin of tho \vholv Frm- (Thureh. Suw- the school and the school will save the Free ('hurch. Make the school strong. and you strengthen our general work us a church from ccnter to circumference. Augsburg is wmr school. IShe is trying tn build for your children and your children's children, so their father's (ind may he lhr'lr God. 11. Oak Grove Seminary 1. Who» was Oak Grove established? Oak (lrnvc Seminary was established in the fall of HOG according to resolution passed that year by the An- nual Convention of the Lutheran Free Church. 2, For who! purl")sz was the school (‘Nlllllliﬂht’d/ It was built as n Christian school for young women, and it remained a girls' school for twenty years. In 1926 the Lutheran Free Church decided to make it coeduca- tinnal. .llilillJ-lld HULLE'I‘IN 1’ 7. Ix flu/r Ihnrr K’Hlllllll'dlll‘d’ It i< l’|a\‘Hl'-ll‘li by the State Department of Publu In- sti'm-liun (North Dakota) as a First Class High School without stute aid. It is also recognized by the North ('cntral Association of Colleges and Secondary Schools. X. What rlm's rrmI/niliun by 1hr Mlulr' imply! That Oak (lrove Seminary is under supervision of the state department and must conform to all standards set by the state as to courses offered, professional training of teachers, equipment of library and laboratories, size and Ventilation of class rooms and condition of the buildings in general. it, How many building)? are at present in use? The school owns three buildings The main building. a modern ﬁre-proof structure, was occupied in 1923. The ﬁrst building, originally a residence, was bought in 1906 together with a strip of land along the Red River. This building is now old and not adapted for school use. East Hall was built in 1908 and now serves as a boys‘ dor- mitory. This building is yet in good condition. OAK GROVE SEMINARY. FARGO. N. DAK. a. What is the character a/ the school! It is a Christian secondary school for boys and girls, young men and women. Since the moving of the Bible School from Willmar to Fargo in 1927, it is also s Luth» eran Bible School. 4. Is it necessary to have a church Academy besides the state High Schools? There has always been a demand for High School edu- cation on a Christian basis. This demand is increasing at present. Because of the principle of absolute separa- tion of church and state the state institutions can not and should not undertake to teach religion. But Lutheran church people believe that Christianity is so important a factor in the life of our youth that it should not be neg- lccbed in High School education. 5. Is not thin particular ﬁeld covered lie/arc? Oak Grove Seminary in the only standardized Lutheran High School in North Dakota. 8. What awn" are olmd? Four courses are altered in the High School, viz. the Academic or College Preparatory. the Home Economics. the Commercial and the Music course. AUvabUKG (bl-Lch ARCHIVES 10. What is the estimated valuation of the property? The three buildings and the eight acres of woodland constituting the campus are valued at $136,000. 11. Wth is the prexent enrollment? There has been a steady increase in the number of students during the past ﬁve years. The enrollment last year was 114. 12. How many teachers? There are six full time teachers in the High School and two in the Bible School. 13. What is the tuition? The tuition is ﬁfty dollars per year. payable in three terms. besides the regular fees. 14. How many have graduated from the school? The graduates now number 325. This includes those graduated from the Bible School while this institution was located at Willmsr. 15. What are the graduate; qualiﬁed to do! The diploma entitles them to enter any college with- out examination. Gndultcs may secure teacher's certiﬁ- cate under the same rule I! that governing issuance of certiﬁcates to High School graduates. In North Dakota this implies twelve weeks of additional Normal school work and in Minnesota one additional you.
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Title: Jubilee Bulletin October 1, 1929, Page 04
Collection: Alumni Magazine Collection
Search Result: ll'hut «mmqmriun (In 111. 4/uulmllt\ .um.‘ A large number of the \runn-n graduates ll:|\'v mlwn up either teaching nr nursing. A hiin )u-r runl nl‘ gimluutus continue their schnnlinu’. Four lune ln-rn nu lln‘ Mlsslun ﬁeld. 17. What yl'ntml mun,- "my m.‘ t'mly/tymhrwx inn-.4 frum t/ic lt‘tll'h‘ at...
Show morell'hut «mmqmriun (In 111. 4/uulmllt\ .um.‘ A large number of the \runn-n graduates ll:|\'v mlwn up either teaching nr nursing. A hiin )u-r runl nl‘ gimluutus continue their schnnlinu’. Four lune ln-rn nu lln‘ Mlsslun ﬁeld. 17. What yl'ntml mun,- "my m.‘ t'mly/tymhrwx inn-.4 frum t/ic lt‘tll'h‘ at 011/; (hum ’ The young people are led to maturity in tIn-ir t'hristiun life; they are established in the 'lh and ll'itlllt’ll tn help in the work of the congregation” 18. Does Oak (.‘rut‘r nminiuin 11x (‘lm'umn i-Iumu-iu.’ .lllBllJCl’. BULLETIN it” tum- tum :i n m-m Hummn .mnn nun .u....~ n, dim.» nun. p ll|«\ 'l'ln-n- llll .u |tlll‘t‘t' in Hull lillllt‘. \tht 1., mm |wmv unh littli, ’l'hmugl. [in :tnntml mum-v Imp IIIme;--, (1.. with mum mumm- ml in ,m .miml \'ll|li(|ti unh I human il'ulllt)‘ and Mimi nul. nu Inun_\ ;...- m n- .»\]..»...-u... .m-wmn >:il\.ilI-in rim Mm. ii Illiillt‘lll‘t' Hymn llw ~llnlvnt~ inn :ilm lm-n Illltl‘ll In I‘\l dunn- Il| I'm-nut )‘t'itl’>. ‘I'lnm- nhu (‘Hlll‘vK‘ (‘hrul :tlt‘ lit' xii-nus nf dun“: Milllt‘llllllu t'ur llw ,\lu~l|-r :nnl m‘nviully tind wnrk III the Sunday Srlnml, in \|~it:itlun ul' 1hr \ll‘h. tlu- nvml . and the unl’nrunmu. ttllll |n dun”; ,mwnnl uurh for the salvatinn nl‘ uthms. SUMMARY OF FACTS ABOl"l' ()llR SCHOOLS 1. These schools were founded by uur pioneer fathers and mothers. reared through their self-sin llil't‘. drtlieutwl by their prayers and transmitted tu us I .iu-rvd herit- age. Shall we prove ourselves worth at it‘.’ 2. These schools are not only ‘ tilutinns of higher learning but also nurseries of ('hi iun life. Their chief aim is to help students in devaluping Christian t'hurzu‘teiz THE FIRST GRADUATING t'LAss or OAK (hunt. Many a former student can testify that spiritually he “was born there." 3. Their faculties are composed of Christian men and women who impart knowledge from a Christian point of view. Their ideal is Christian service 4. Their student bodies are composed of young men and women who have been nurtured in Lutheran homes and churches, the ﬂower of our youth. The majority of them, in whole or in part, make their own way through M‘lmnl. 'l'he 10m t'liurt'h run III “mud 1m 1w mm and Home!) “r this pt‘. 5. 'm- worl‘ “2' these muon- lms lIm-n rn‘lily lulvst. u snnrt‘v ni' inspinitmn und sin-nuth Ht uur lntxxlunﬁ at home and :Iill'tlﬂtl. Ii. In pmpm‘tion tn tln- schools are mndurtud mml ri-ndt-r. tlnwu It l.\' safe tn st-rvm- tln-y «mnuxnicnlly. l‘Jtl-‘i say that a Ilnllur goes further at Augsburg: and Oak til'u\'t' than at any similar i . tutinn 7. They are hath growing institutinns whirh Lll't' \vinA ning and retaining the mnlident'e and lu\'L' of our ynuns: men and women. More fervent prayer and inure -m-r- uus ﬁnancial support will enable them to render g ter service. . ury shows that a church lindy stands nr falls with its Christian schools. The very germ of the ('hurch was the Master and his disciples. Gmunmc CLASS or OAK GROVE, 1929
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Title: Jubilee Bulletin October 1, 1929, Page 08
Collection: Alumni Magazine Collection
Search Result: 8 iJUBiILPE BQELETIN Our Schools Are Great Pillars of Bible Faith The Gospel of the Son of God who died on the cross to save sinful mankind is again the stumbling block to the proud heart of man. On every hand, thought, even pastors sworn to the truth of God, are denying Christ and making 11...
Show more8 iJUBiILPE BQELETIN Our Schools Are Great Pillars of Bible Faith The Gospel of the Son of God who died on the cross to save sinful mankind is again the stumbling block to the proud heart of man. On every hand, thought, even pastors sworn to the truth of God, are denying Christ and making 11 mockery of Gethsemane and Calvary and a fable of the resurrection. The world is turning from reverence to ridicule. from self—denial to self-assertion and self-indulgence, from the life of the spirit to the love of the slavery of the ﬂesh, from Christ- likeness to the image of the enemy of Christ. It is doubtful whether the warfare between the power of light and the forces of darkness has ever been as bitter as it is right now. During all this struggle, Augsburg and Oak Grove have remained loyal to the faith of the Bible. Their faculties are Christian and Lutheran. Their students are imbued with the spirit of Christ. Their service is for the old faith. Augsburg and Oak Grove are not only the great power house for our Church, they are outstanding barriers in the great warfare between modernism and the faith in the revealed Word of God. God needs them in His Kingdom beyond the immediate service which they are rendering to our Church body. leaders of Our Sincerity as Christians Daily we pray: “Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven." Surely in so praying we are aware of the implied pledge that as far as lies in our power we will see that His Kingdom does come and that His will really is done. Professions of loyalty to Christ without the deeds to make them come true are empty. In the continued vigor of Augsburg and Oak Grove we face the true test of our prayer for the coming of God’s Kingdom. They are the heart of the Church, send- ing out pastors, missionaries, leaders of strong Chris- tian conviction. As they are able to do their task, God’s Kingdom grows and ﬂourishes. As they fail God’s King- dom fails, and the light of the Gospel becomes dim. Luther rightly says: “As dear as the Gospel is to us so urgently let us build our schools." Sincerity is to speak as we think. to do as we pretend and profess, to perform and make good what we promise, and really to be what we seem and appear to be. As Christians we think that we must have Christian schools, we say so and, at congregational meetings and annual conventions, we vote that our Christian schools shall be supported and strengthened in their great work for Christ and His Church. We have promised to do our part. Now we are called upon to fulﬁll that promise by gifts of love and thanksgiving to our schools. Love never asks: How much must I do. but; How much can I do. We believe in schools; we love these schools. Faith is a hand that receives; love is a. hand that gives. According to our faith, we take to ourselves beneﬁts from these institu- tions; according to love we give to their support. We sincerely believe in the work of these schools. They are our schools, established to meet the wants of our children. There can be no true education without the Christian religion, and Augsburg and Oak Grove aim to teach the Christian religion and all the subjects in the light of God's Word. If we sincerely believe this, we must send our boys and girls to these schools, support them with liberal gifts and maintain them as Christian schools in the best sense of the word. Does It Pay Does it pay to support our Christian institutions? Sometimes We hear the (-mnplnint, “We can not raise sufﬁcient money to pay the current expenses of our local church. Why should we send money away when we need it so sorely at home?" This is n business-like way of reasoning. no doubt. But God's ways are not always our ways, and his thoughts are not our thoughts, as the fol- lowing story will show. It happened within our own Lutheran Free Church. Some thirty odd years ago, in a city in Minnesota, there lived a shiftless father and a negligent mother. They had three children. two boys and a girl, who grew up on the streets, never experiencing the joy of a real home. The mother ﬁnally divorced her husband. who was glad to give the children away. One of our pastors pitied the children. Due to neglect the elder boy had become a cripple. took them into his own home and cared for them. This led in a short while to the founding of one of our orphanages, The Christian atmosphere of the new surroundings had a transforming where the three children found a home. effect upon them; their young hearts responded readily to the gentle but ﬁrm discipline of a Christian matron. In time the elder boy was helped through Augsburg Academy. After taking a business course he passed the civil service examinations and shortly obtained a posi- tion with the government in Washington, D. C. The younger boy was likewise sent to Augsburg. Largely working his own way, he graduated from the Academy, then from the College, and ﬁnally from the Theological Seminary. He was ordained and took up work as an assistant pastor in one of our largest cities. He has since been engaged in home missionary work, for which he has developed a genius. He goes in among the un- churched masses and through his sincerity and lovable character wins their hearts. Before long he succeeds in rallying them around Christian work, and a congregation is organized. When it has become somewhat established, a minister is secured for them. and our friend moves on to another unchurched district, where the same procedure is repeated. He already has three such congregations to his credit. There is nothing outstanding about the man so far as appearance is concerned. He is not a brilliant speaker. His education is not exceptional. All his life he will suf- fer from certain handicaps due to neglected training in early childhood. But his heart is aﬁre for God and like Paul of old he feels indebted to both Jew and Gentile. How many erring souls, adrift in the far country, shall be brought back to the Father’s house through his devoted ministry, only God's great day shall reveal. his was reared in our Christian schools.—Does it pay'.’ The devil’s wrecking plants are working overtime, de- stroying souls faster than the church can save and rebuild them. Is it good Christian economy to stint those institu- tions which are the most important in carrying on the work of salvaging souls? AUGSBURG COLLEGE ARCHIVES
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Title: Jubilee Bulletin October 1, 1929
Collection: Alumni Magazine Collection

Title: The Dial 1929, Page 01
Collection: Literary Journals
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Title: The Dial 1929, Page 02
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Title: The Dial 1929, Page 13
Collection: Literary Journals
Search Result: THE DIAL 11 tion to their squaws to recede into the back- grOund, and now the peace dance changes to one of war. Chief Black Foot steps into the foreground and begins to speak. In a deep, sonorous voice he tells of his forefathers, of their conquests and brave deeds. From his attentive listeners...
Show moreTHE DIAL 11 tion to their squaws to recede into the back- grOund, and now the peace dance changes to one of war. Chief Black Foot steps into the foreground and begins to speak. In a deep, sonorous voice he tells of his forefathers, of their conquests and brave deeds. From his attentive listeners come low sounds of approval and contentment. But listen! The chief speaks louder and more vehemently now. He reminds his tribe of how they have been forced out of their hunting grounds; of the fact that only a few children of this once mighty tribe remain; and that soon the great name, Black Foot, will be known no more. The faces Which before were listless now become stern and tense with anger, and these sturdy warriors grip their tomahawks firmly and madly as if they Were ready to dash out on the war-path. We have seen pictures of fierce-looking Indians, for in- stance those who stood about the captured Cap- tain John Smith waiting for the chief’s or- ders for the prisoner’s dispatch. Here are real Indians waiting for the significant little nod from their chief. He gives it, and the dance of war is on. There is a general and wild yell- ing, a swinging of hatchets and tomahawks, and a moaning 0f squaws. But it lasts not long. Why all this? There is no battle to fight. It is true they are captives, but their small‘ number forbids action. And as a fierce tiger that in vain has attempted to break the bars, they become quiet again, squat down about the fire, and watch the dying flames. Soon the last embers have died away. All is quiet; darkness closes in upon the scene, and we see no longer the Black Foot Indians. —~9 g/4 Goverlet of QSnow Abner Batalden, ’31 Fleecy and fluffy garment of white, Sparkling and glittering brightly for me! Thou art nature’s, light and fair, Covering the “Square”. As soft and tender as Mother’s delicate breast !— Rest thou, protect, and warm All that is bare and dreary and chilled, And sleeps in the “Square”! Calm and soothe—O, friend—my unrest. Though silent murmurings or luring falsities Would dull or darken my heart; Brighten me also ! As white, as pure, and as radiant too, I would wish my life !— Sparkling with the soul of beauty That meets my eye in the “Square”.
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Title: The Dial 1929, Page 14
Collection: Literary Journals
Search Result: @CSCI‘t %omance Beatrice Helland, ’31 It was night in the camp of the Tebu. A most beautiful night it was! As the moon rose it cast its beams ’mongst the tents and revealed dark figures talking quietly outside the doors. Hark! All faces were turned toward the east, from which direction soft music...
Show more@CSCI‘t %omance Beatrice Helland, ’31 It was night in the camp of the Tebu. A most beautiful night it was! As the moon rose it cast its beams ’mongst the tents and revealed dark figures talking quietly outside the doors. Hark! All faces were turned toward the east, from which direction soft music was heard. As they waited breathlessly, a figure glided up to the entrance of one of the tents, perhaps the poorest, but the most neatly kept. The figure was recognized as that of young Hussein, son of the chief of the Tebu tribe. When he reached the tent, he dropped at the feet of Zehu, the only daughter of Wekil, an old sage. When he had sung a poem of love, as is the custom in the Libyan desert, Hussein pleaded with the young damsel, saying, “Dear Zehu, most beautiful of the daughters of the great desert, I pray you come and keep for me my tent, and cook for me my meals, and be my loving wife.” To these pleadings Zehu answered with a solemn shake of her head. Fain would she have answered, as her mother and grandmother be- fore her had done, with a little tune of consent and love; but with her great, sorrowful eyes cast down she murmured, “No, there is Father. I cannot leave him, for he has often said that I am his only joy since my Mother Maho depart- ed for the land of goodness. I must stay to cook the rice and keep the tent for him.” In dejection Hussein turned away, and Zehu went to her straw mat to weep away the hours of darkness. Next morning Wekil said to Zehu, “Tomor- row, my daughter, is the day of festival. I will go to the valley of Kufra and pick there sweet dates, that we may join in the merry-making.” “That, dear Father, you must not do,” re- plied Zehu, “for you grow old, and your limbs are no longer strong. But rather I will go to this place, for I am sturdy, and I have made the journey before.” “Very well, then, but make haste, that you may return before night.” The young girl set out for the valley, ten miles from her home, riding on her own camel. The sun was high in the heavens when she reached her destination, so she quickly picked several baskets of the delicious dates. Then she lunched, filled her water-bags, watered her camel, and started for home. As Zehu turned homeward she noticed the perfect stillness of the desert. Soon, however, a breeze sprang up which became gradually stronger until the fine desert sand rose in circles and whirled around her, enveloping her as a cloud and obscuring her path. She realized with a pang that she was lost in a sandstorm, the terror of the desert-dweller. Zehu, being a daughter of the desert, knew it was best to keep going steadily. Night came, and the frenzied girl realized that if her camel should stop they would be buried in the sand. But she had been taught as a child that the beast would plod patiently on in spite of the raging wind; so she clung to it, seeking to shield her body from the blast by wrapping a coarse robe tightly about herself. Zehu ate some of the dates, of which she had a plentiful supply, but dared not drink much water, for one cannot tell how long a desert sandstorm may last. In the meantime, news went around in the camp that the daughter of Wekil was lost. A council meeting was held and old Wekil spoke thus, “My daughter, my only joy in life, my Zehu, went this morning to the valley of Kufra to gather dates. She went alone, accompanied by her camel only. My possessions are few, ‘but I would gladly give up all to have her back. Oh, that I had the strength of youth once more, that I might brave the storm and save my Ichild! But this useless body is for me now only a'hindrance and a mockery. If there be a young man here, valiant of heart, who will brave the fierce storm of the desert and bring back my Zehu, [he shall have her for his Wife.
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Title: The Dial 1929, Page 15
Collection: Literary Journals
Search Result: THE DIAL 13 Immediately two stalwart young men arose. The one was a prosperous camel trader, known throughout the region as a lover of camels —a haughty, avaricious man of the world. His camels shrank from his harsh treatment, and children instinctively drew back as he passed. He arose with a...
Show moreTHE DIAL 13 Immediately two stalwart young men arose. The one was a prosperous camel trader, known throughout the region as a lover of camels —a haughty, avaricious man of the world. His camels shrank from his harsh treatment, and children instinctively drew back as he passed. He arose with a swaggering air, a light of eagerness stealing into his cold, black eyes as he thought of the beautiful prize. Opposite him stood Hussein, with noble ‘brow drawn and jaws set, but in his eyes a look of infinite tenderness and longing. Looking from one to the other Wekil said, “I dare not choose who shall go for my daugh- ter, so I will permit both to go, and whosoever the gods wish shall have the reward, let him find her.” Hussein and the other went to the temples of their respective gods. They gave the priests gold, telling them to ask the gods which way to go in order to find Zehu, for she had doubt- less wandered far from her original course. Hussein’s priest told him to go to the east, and the other was directed to the south. They set out in the tempest, each with a mind and heart determined to find the object of his search, and to gain the reward. In the meantime the storm had increased in fury. Zehu had wandered for hours, her face and arms numb from the stinging sand, and s0 weary and aching that she seemed dazed. Suddenly out of the roaring of the Winds, she distinguished another sound. Could she be mis- taken? No, the tramp of camel’s feet and the shrill note of the bugle were too familiar to be mistaken. Summoning all her strength she answered with a shout. In a moment she recognized the form of a young man from her village. Now——who was it? Was it the lover of camels or the lover of Zehu? C’70’C7l/Cother Lawrence B ueide, ’31 How can I pay the debt I owe, Or thank thee for the love Which thou dost on thy son bestow,— Much like to His above! E’en now as I recall the Truth, You taught me to obey, I bless you for my happy youth. May God your care repay! I never will forget the home, The joys, the care, the love. Though far throughout the world I roam I’ll not forget thy love. ) Till now I’ve never lacked a friend, Abiding, kind, and true. However far on earth I wend, There’s none will be like you. Your path through life has oft’ been sad; You trod a rugged way. Your heart with love I would make glad, This happy MOTHER’S DAY. 0 God! For blessings undeserved, So richly poured on me, For godly parents and T'hy Word, Accept my praise to Thee.
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Title: The Dial 1929, Page 16
Collection: Literary Journals
Search Result: THE DIAL OCife Earner! Sitenhof, ’29 Life—what a world of mystery Lies hidden in thy mighty bounds. We stand on thy great sounding shore Seeking thy wonders to explore. Lingering yet we fain would move, As overwhelming longings come: Adventures—with hand and heart; Learning to view thee as thou...
Show moreTHE DIAL OCife Earner! Sitenhof, ’29 Life—what a world of mystery Lies hidden in thy mighty bounds. We stand on thy great sounding shore Seeking thy wonders to explore. Lingering yet we fain would move, As overwhelming longings come: Adventures—with hand and heart; Learning to view thee as thou art. Thy ebb, thy flow, thy storm, thy calm, They whisper low of One who rules, Who, in His marvelous emlbrace Controls the secret of thy face. Upon thy bosom to embark And toss upon thy restless wave Will be ineffable delight When faith doth triumph over sight. C'7he Quest Einar Ryden, ’29 I found an index leaf not long ago Torn from a book of verse; and as I read The names of famous poets, and below Their names the titles of their works, there fled Before me visions of another world; And I saw nature in its full array 0f glorious splendor. There at last unfurled I found the beauty of an endless day. How sad the man With soul that never grows, Who sees no beauty in the distant star, Who loves no beauty and no beauty knows ;— Then never to have lived is better far. Remember still that beauty’s endless day Will come if you but long for it—and pray.
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Title: The Dial 1929, Page 17
Collection: Literary Journals
Search Result: G7he (Secret of (Success Lawrence Hoff, ’30 “Get out of my house. Don’t ever darken the doors of your parental mansion again!” With these heated words and other expressions of greater vehemence my irate sire turned me out into a night of opaque darkness. Such stimuli are necessary at certain...
Show moreG7he (Secret of (Success Lawrence Hoff, ’30 “Get out of my house. Don’t ever darken the doors of your parental mansion again!” With these heated words and other expressions of greater vehemence my irate sire turned me out into a night of opaque darkness. Such stimuli are necessary at certain times for the making of bigger and better citizens. And this incident, trivial as it may seem to you, was no exception to the rule. It served its pur- pose in the making of a MAN. I, Theophilius Markam Beniditto Brown, sole owner and man- ager of the “Dinner Bell”, have something which I consider of great importance to tell to every aspiring, red-blooded American. I here- by request your very kind attention for the brief space of an hour while I impart to you some of the secrets of my success as a man of the business world. To begin where I left off before I made men- tion of my position in life, I shall ask you to recall the statement I uttered regarding my hasty exit from “Ye Olde House Where I was Borne.” The night was dark, sleety, and 0p- pressively warm. All I 'had with me Were the clothes on my back and tw0 suit-cases of wear— ing apparel, such as suits, shirts, and other every-day necessities. To be left thus to shift for myself was indeed tragic. Soon I realized that I was walking soberly down the road towards town and—. I shall ne’er forget the eery feel- ings I had as I crouched along the depot plat- form in that little, one-horse town, a rambling collection of pine-board shacks known to the community as Loneville. In fact I shudder even now as I recall the endless duration of that night. Game the dawn, and with it my still irate father. I believe he was sincerely regretful for his rashness of the evening previous, although he revealed no such emotion at the time. “Never again shall I allow you to run away from home on such short notice,” said he, as he cranked up the old Ford and ordered me to climb aboard. “Promise me you Will never put fire to the barn or smash up the radio and I’ll always be patient with you, my little man,” said father as we buzzed along merrily over the mile-and- a-half road back to “Ye Olde House Where I was Borne.” I had learned my great lesson. Home I re- mained until thirty years 1ater~fifteen years ago to-day—when dear father advanced me the necessary finances for carrying out my life am- bition: namely, the building of the “Dinner Bell”—the largest, finest, and only hotel in Loneville. For a thriving village with a popu- lation of almost one hundred-fifty, the hotel business is great. If I can pay off the first and second mortgage on it before they foreclose on me, it shall be mine——all mine. However, father has said that in case the un- forseen should happen, I can always return to a hearty welcome at “Ye Olde House Where I was Borne.” The Stream Orville M. Knutsen, ’31 Limpid, flowing waters gay, Laughing, babbling all the day, Rushing down the barren hills, Winding thru the rocks and rills, Cheerful, sparkling, rippling ever, Flowing onward, ceasing never: Drinking in the smaller streams, Till at last a river gleams With the ripples on its face, Dashing on at rapid pace—— Flowing onward into June, Singing many a merry tune To the budding apple-trees, Warbling birds and buzzing bees; 0n thy banks the early flowers, Brightened by the summer showers, Add new colors to the scene, Lighted by the river’s sheen.
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Title: The Dial 1929, Page 08
Collection: Literary Journals
Search Result: 6 THE DIAL getting a few shocks in his rack, was approach- ing the other with a reckless abandon that sat strangely upon him. For a “jag” meant a long rest, as all threshers know, and none better than old Bakken. Deeply interested in the outcome of this event, Gene failed to notice that \Vindy...
Show more6 THE DIAL getting a few shocks in his rack, was approach- ing the other with a reckless abandon that sat strangely upon him. For a “jag” meant a long rest, as all threshers know, and none better than old Bakken. Deeply interested in the outcome of this event, Gene failed to notice that \Vindy had un- loaded and that his turn had come until a sharp whistle from Windy aroused him. He started his horses with a flip of the lines and drove in close. There was an ominous hum; the feeder belt flew off the pulleys and struck the unsuspecting bay smartly on the flank. One powerful jerk of the team brought the rack clear of the pulley. They swung sharply from the separator; the load swayed once in the opposite direction and went over. Gene leaped clear of the load and started in pursuit of the galloping team, but he was no match for the frightened horses, hindered now only by the weight of the light truck. To the southwest lay a small coulee, and to- ward this the terrified horses seemed to be heading. Their arrival there would spell de- struction for the wagon, and likely for the horses as well. In the meantime, however, Suspenders had gone into action. Leaving his team at the rig he sprinted off at an angle to the course of the galloping team. In spite of his weight, he displayed remarkable agility and speed for the first ten yards. From that point on the air on the field seemed to become insufficient to his need. His gasps for air, while they increased the tension of his suspenders, failed to satisfy the cravings of his laboring muscles. Moreover, Windy in his empty rack had set out to head off the runaways. The big Swede, too, had set out for the coulee at a dog-trot. As the runaways saw Windy’s team approaching from the left, they swerved to the right with- out slacking their pace. This brought them into a course directly facing the lumbering Swede. In order to make sure that they should not pass on his left and still make the coulee, he turned toward his right. Seeing this, the runaways turned almost instinctively to their right. This brought them to the slight incline at the western end of the field. Spent by the run, they slowed down to a walk. They passed Bakken, who, leaning on his fork, had watched the whole proceeding. Now, however, his na- tive heroism asserted itself, and, approaching cautiously, he secured a firm grasp on the bridle of the nearest horse and shouted “Whoa!” in his most impressive manner. The tired horses, nothing loath, came to a full stop. Bakken tied the horses securely behind his rack, tossed on the last shock (there had been three), and drove in triumph toward the thresh— ing rig. Windy and the Swede turned to their own affairs, which, it seemed, lay also in the direction of the rig—the Swede first return— ing to his own team. Suspenders, indeed, had long since given up the chase. He was now returning to the rig. His breath was still coming in gasps—so much had the exertion taxed him. And now that the excitement caused by the runaway was over, the attention of all was focused upon the redoubtable Suspenders and upon the pair of straps over his shoulders with an almost hu- morous anxiety. Yes, the tragedy had occurred! One of the celebrated suspenders was hanging loose and useless. The other, howvever, was valiantly carrying on against fearful odds. He stopped at the tractor, and the crew gathered about him in mock concern. “Gimme them pliers,” was all ‘he said. ﬁg—
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Title: The Dial 1929, Page 09
Collection: Literary Journals
Search Result: (/4 CScrap of gaper Addressed to Calvin Coolidge and F. B. Kellogg J. J. Skordalwold, ’81 “A scrap of paper,” quoth the doughty sages: Of man and his affairs on earth they know the gait From hoary chaos down thru all the ages To August twenty-seventh, nineteen twenty-eight. Thru all the realms of...
Show more(/4 CScrap of gaper Addressed to Calvin Coolidge and F. B. Kellogg J. J. Skordalwold, ’81 “A scrap of paper,” quoth the doughty sages: Of man and his affairs on earth they know the gait From hoary chaos down thru all the ages To August twenty-seventh, nineteen twenty-eight. Thru all the realms of life from whales to leeches They find that strife has been a sort of steady rule: With supercilious mien they whine: “This teaches That even nations must forever play the mule.” Some scraps of paper do attract attention: For instance, those from Sinai and from Runnymede; And right at home it’s worth our while to mention Our seventy-six and sixty-two—sweet freedom ’s seed. In human birth and life and desolation The sluggish slave sees “nothing new beneath the sun”; But seers of every age and every nation Agree a God-born plan of growth thru all does run. To make a heavenly dream of generations A cure for ills that never could be cured before Befits the youngest, strongest of all nations; And you who took the lead we honor and adore. A new-born. human conscience is the power You flung into a world of hate and love, of grief and mirth. In countless human hearts it’s bearing flower: Forever men shall glorify your names on earth.
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Title: The Dial 1929, Page 10
Collection: Literary Journals
Search Result: G(Dinning éssay of the LAMBDA EPSILON PHI ESSAY CONTEST The Committee of Judges have met some very interesting personalities in the essays which were submitted for consideration. Some are endowed with delightful imagination and enthusiasm; others are more serious and medi- tative by nature; a few...
Show moreG(Dinning éssay of the LAMBDA EPSILON PHI ESSAY CONTEST The Committee of Judges have met some very interesting personalities in the essays which were submitted for consideration. Some are endowed with delightful imagination and enthusiasm; others are more serious and medi- tative by nature; a few are very precocious for high school students,——and so on. But per- haps the most gratifying characteristic ob- served, in almost every instance, was a tenden- cy not to found a purposive education merely upon a self-centered and mercenary advantage, but rather upon service through a noble love of fellow men. The following essay by Miss Mayme Maki of Buhl, Minnesota, portrays representative high school thinking in a very pleasing manner. Then come Mr. Jack Westfall of Montevideo, Minnesota, and Miss Lorene McNiff from Or- tonville, Minnesota, with papers ranking in second and third places, respectively. Mr. West- fall’s submission contains a very well-develop- ed thought which gathers a dignified power as it proceeds; but technical errors hold it down in the second rank. As far as matured and comprehensive view of life is concerned, Miss McNiff’s essay is outstanding. She, however, conforms her writing more to the classical form, the dialog, which easily could have been mold- ed into a one-act play if an effective plot had ‘been introduced. We wish to express our gratitude to the Eng- lish instructors and superintendents who en- couraged their pupils to give written expresion to thoughts regarding this vital problem. A bner Batalden ~Chairman, Committee of Judges. C7he GZvay of the Star When I [hitched my toy-wagon to a star, how little I thought of the star! It was there—a mysterious, luminous desire drawing me on; but close at hand was the enticing toy-wagon, my mind. I filled the corners with gossamers on which Peter Pans could dance, but there was little fruit in the wagon, for experiences of childhood are remembered as little more than. delightful adventures. When my wagon was passing over a rough piece of road, a solicitous parent or thoughtful teacher cleared the way. As I grew older, the desire to straighten out my own difficulties grew strong. With my desire for self-reliance has come a new problem; I want to learn how to travel with other wagons on the highway of Life. I direct myself toward college gates in the hope that in passing through, I may pluck the fruit that will ripen into a well-lived life. I, a representative of the youth of to-day, look to a college education as an effective exercise in mental discipline, as the most adequate and most effiC1ent source of information concern- ing human experience, and as a place for learn- ing how to co-operate with the makers of To- morrow. I shall expect to find teachers with patience, wisdom, and vision that I may be helped in learning how to withstand the temp- tations of greed and envy in my struggles in a work—a—day world—that the full significance of the star be always before me. I look to a college education as an effective exercise in mental discipline. I already realize the truth in a recent biology lesson—“Habits of orderliness, concentration, and perseverance make for unity and for strength.” May col- lege days make me realize orderliness as such a necessity, concentration as such a successful effort, and perseverance as so sure a means of victory, that my mind may assimilate matter quickly and accurately. As the most adequate and most efficient source of information, a college education should provide quick access to the master-minds of history that have made the To-day that is evolving into To—morrow. History is so rich in the experiences of mankind, and life is so short and complicated, that few other facts than those pertaining to one ’s chosen vocation can be pried into. I think a college education Will
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Title: The Dial 1929, Page 11
Collection: Literary Journals
Search Result: save me from blindly following numerous by- ways in the hope of finally finding the road along which I must travel. As every type of work becomes more and more specialized, one becomes less self-suffi- cient and more dependent on the understand- ing and co-operation of one ’s fellow men. Col-...
Show moresave me from blindly following numerous by- ways in the hope of finally finding the road along which I must travel. As every type of work becomes more and more specialized, one becomes less self-suffi- cient and more dependent on the understand- ing and co-operation of one ’s fellow men. Col- lege should not be merely a period of isolated study; there is no finer book of philosophy than the study of human nature that is active around us, and nothing broadens or advances thought more than the give and take of conver- sation or argument. I look forward to lessons in the happy, healthy competition and team- w0rk necessary for success. THE DIAL 9 My aim in getting an education is to obtain the accurate information, the mental discipline, and the training in co-operation with other minds, that will make my mind the unit of beauty and strength essential for a useful life. Then, there is the star——As I climb up the highway of Life, it will become more bright and clear; my vision may be dimmed by sor- row and care, but again I shall see the star shining ahead—doubly bright, high, ’high in the galaxy of stars of God’s heaven. And when my work on earth is done, that star will lead me Home. Min Mayme Maki, Bull], Minnemta. Mix: Jenni Stiming, Eng/ix}! Imtruttor (9n Gil/Cartyrdom Arthur R. Johnson, ’32 Whenever I relive my childhood experiences, I often find myself brooding over the hard lot that always seemed to fall on me, and on me alone. The incidents seem trifling to-day, but at that time they were as real and serious as only childhood can make them. After working myself almost to the point of tears over some greatly magnified injustice, I would find re- lief in imagining the occurrence of a dreadful calamity which would put an end to my suf- ferings, and also satisfy my desire for revenge. Most often the dreadful tragedy was my pass- ing away quietly and peacefully some night from overwork and exhaustion. What would follow, my imagination pictured in all its grati- fying and lurid details—the consternation of my parents the following morning (I preferred not to linger long on that), their realization of the cause of my death, the touching burial- scene (I shed tears myself over that), my par- ents’ full realization of their loss, the better treatment accorded the younger members of the family, and finally, the tend-er regard for my memory. In my more desperate moods, the calamity assumed the form of a more or less violent death by suicide. I would be found stiff and stark, suspended from the limb of a tree, or my body would be accidentally discovered in one corner of the cellar with the gruesome evidence of poisoning still in my hands. In either case a touching note would be left behind, stating that I had willingly forgiven all my enemies, that I harbored no ill-feelings whatever, and that I bequeathed to specified members of the family all my property, except the three silver dollars I had received from my aunt as a birth- day present, which were to go to charity. At other times my imagination would be stir- red into action by the thought of running away from home. This was a more rOmantic story, and besides, it had several advantages. The shock to my parents Would not be so great, and I would still be alive and able to come back—- after making my fortune—to live happily ever after. I distinctly remember one time when I had threatened to run away after having been rebuked and punished for something I had not done. Instead of doing so, however, I secreted myself in the grove near the house for a long, long time (about two or three hours, I believe). The “big scare” failed to materialize, however, and it was a very sheepish son that crawled in- to the house that evening. The “fatted calf” turned out to be a gentle rebuke; but as noth- ing further was said, my actions, for the next few days at least, were akin to those of the re- instated son.
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Title: The Dial 1929, Page 12
Collection: Literary Journals
Search Result: C7he acest ﬂying émbers Theo. Jensen, ’30 If we paddle up the Missouri River about twelve hundred miles from the point where it joins the Mississippi, we find ourselves in that part of our great country where the East has ceased, and the West has begun. No longer do we see fertile fields,...
Show moreC7he acest ﬂying émbers Theo. Jensen, ’30 If we paddle up the Missouri River about twelve hundred miles from the point where it joins the Mississippi, we find ourselves in that part of our great country where the East has ceased, and the West has begun. No longer do we see fertile fields, prospering farinsteads, and thriving towns. At this place the river glides silently. between a range of high and rough hills, commonly called bad lands, and a wide expanse of dry prairies. With the excep- tion of some sage—brush and an occasional clump of cottonwood trees near the bank of the river, the plains are barren of vegeta- tion, and the high hills lie bleak and bare in the sun. The surroundings are desolate, and we feel extremely lonely, so lonely that even the few straggling horses eking their scanty living from what little they can find, seem good company. Do you see that little speck away over there where the river seems to turn in among the hills? If we transfer from our canoe to an aeroplane and ascend several hundred feet, we shall be able to see not a few of these little black dots sprinkled over the plain and among the Ihills. So widely are they scattered, or so obscurer hid away among the hills and trees, that were we on the ground, we should seldom be able to see more than one, or possibly two, from the same place. These little things that we see are houses, or rather shacks, some of which are constructed of roughly-hewn logs, but the majority are sod houses. In each of these dingy, little dwellings live Indians, real redskins. We are in the midst of the Black Foot Indian Reservation, a place set aside by the United States Government Where the small remnant of this tribe, who earlier in great numbers freely roamed on the plains, are doomed to spend their last days. Here the Indians lead a very passive existence. There are no battles to fight, and no game to hunt. Rabbits and a few coyotes may be seen, but how can such game interest one who used to carry a scalp at his girdle and track the bear and fell buffaloes? The squaw no more hoes and cracks corn, nor makes buckskin moc- casins for her brave, for the soil is not worth the tilling, and the buck no longer roams the plain. The life of the Indian has deteriorated into one of inactivity and sloth. His only di- version from this type of life is the trip to the village a number of miles across the plain, Where from the federal Indian agent he gets his monthly pension which sustains him till he returns again thirty days later. Not that he is satisfied to lead this type of existence, but what else can he do? As we see the restless- ness of the caged lion pacing to and fro be- hind the bars, so we note in these Indians an uneasiness and a longing for something they cannot get: freedom—freedom to roam about as is the nature of their blood. They are as a bird With clipped Wings, or we may liken them to a lbeautiful musical instrument sadly out of tune. Occasionally, however, these native children of the plain break away from their dreary mo- notony. Usually once or twice during the sum- mer they all assemble for a great feast, or powwow, in memory of bygone days. Each In- dian :brings his Wigwam, his squaW, and his papooses; then they live together in one great camp for several days. This reminds us of the Feast of Tabernacles celebrated by the Israel- ites in commemoration of their passage through the wilderness. rI‘he chief and all his braves are geared in the brightest of paint, feathers, and beads; and as they sit about the fire in the late evening passing the pipe round the cir- cle, we see in their features the revived Indian spirit. The old peace dance begins; slow and weary it is, for it lacks the real spirit. How can they dance and sing songs of peace? Are they not in the midst of a strange people? Are they not captives having been pushed back and forced to remain in this cheerless place? They are not at peace! The warriors jump «up, mo-
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Title: The Dial 1929, Page 03
Collection: Literary Journals
Search Result: THE DIAL Vol. I MAY, 1929 No. 1 ABNER BATALDEN, Editor-in-Chief Literary Editors Bun-iness Managers EMIL FOSSAN ADOLPH WINTHER THEO. JENSEN ERLING CHRISTIANSON TaMe of Content; i PRO LOGOS . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .P. A. Sveeggen 2 ...
Show moreTHE DIAL Vol. I MAY, 1929 No. 1 ABNER BATALDEN, Editor-in-Chief Literary Editors Bun-iness Managers EMIL FOSSAN ADOLPH WINTHER THEO. JENSEN ERLING CHRISTIANSON TaMe of Content; i PRO LOGOS . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .P. A. Sveeggen 2 “SUSPENDERS” . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ..Martin Quanbec/z 3 “'A SCRAP OF PAPER” . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .J. J. S/zora’alsvold 7 THE WAY OF THE STAR . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Mayme [VIa/zi 8 3 ON MARTYRDOM . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Artlzur R. Johnson 9 3 THE LAST DYING EMBERS . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ..Theo. Jensen 10 A COVERLET OF SNow . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Abner Batalden 11 DESERT ROMANCE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Beatrice Helland 12 TO MOTHER . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .l . . . . . . . . . . . . .Lawrence Bueide 13 LIFE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Ernest Sitenhof 14- THE QUEST . . . . . .I. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ..Einar Ryden 14- THE SECRET OF SUCCESS . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Lawrence Hoff 15 THE STREAM . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ..0rShow less

Title: The Dial 1929, Page 04
Collection: Literary Journals
Search Result: 12m acogos From mind to word—from word again to mind, With wealth of wisdom from the ages drawn, Man’s store of knowledge ever passes on From min-d to word—from word again to mind. From heart to word—from word again to heart, Inwrought with love that like the sunlight beams, The fellowship of...
Show more12m acogos From mind to word—from word again to mind, With wealth of wisdom from the ages drawn, Man’s store of knowledge ever passes on From min-d to word—from word again to mind. From heart to word—from word again to heart, Inwrought with love that like the sunlight beams, The fellowship of mortals ever streams From heart to word—from word again to heart. From soul to word—from word again to soul, With purpose that we may the Father know, The love of God will never cease to flow From soul to word—from word again to soul. P. A. Sveeggen
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Title: The Dial 1929, Page 05
Collection: Literary Journals
Search Result: (Suspenders ﬁlartin Quanbeck, ’29 The sun was already sinking when the first hay-rack came thundering down the road to the completely lighted farmhouse where Dena Sommers struggled over a hot stove, frying steak for the threshers. They were always hungry, these threshers. They would gorge...
Show more(Suspenders ﬁlartin Quanbeck, ’29 The sun was already sinking when the first hay-rack came thundering down the road to the completely lighted farmhouse where Dena Sommers struggled over a hot stove, frying steak for the threshers. They were always hungry, these threshers. They would gorge themselves at the table and go Ofllt again, com— plaining to each other about the food. Ta'ble manners was something beyond their ken. Take old Suspenders, for instance. They called him Suspenders because he had the most remark- able pair that any of the crew had ever been privileged to see—all tied together and rein- forced With twine, Whipcord, and haywire. And still Suspenders seemed to be always on the verge of losing his trousers. Not that Suspen- ders cared. Having lived so long in imminent peril, he was inured to it. Yes, take Old Sus- penders as an example. “Then he approached the table, he seemed in desperate haste. Hun- ger or something keener drove him. With his left hand he would grab the nearest chair; with his right he would deftly grasp the meat plat- ter; all in one motion he would sit down, help himself to meat, and begin the operation of eating. Dena realized that they were hungry. She made all possible allowances. But how could hunger drive a man who had already eaten more than she could eat in a week, to slice his liberal piece of apple pie into two somewhat equal parts and send them, one after the other, to the place where they were forever lost—— powerless to do more than cause a slight at- tack of indigestion? And how she had slaved over that pie! How could they complain about the food when they didn’t even stop to taste it? It was a wonder they weren’t all sick the way they ate. They} were all like that—every last one of them. Up from the table even in the act of gulping down the last piece of pie! She wished heartily that her brother had not come out to the farm. But he had been so eager, and her uncle had been so badly in need of a man. He was a thrifty man, was Adam Sommers, and running the rig short-handed was a waste that he could avoid. She wondered how Gene fared. He had worked since noon now. His uncle had helped him hitch up then, for Gene knew nothing about farm work. And he, only sixteen and small for his age, was working out there among those uncivilized hobos. Since her aunt had died two months before, Dena had kept house for her uncle, but this was her first experience with a threshing crew. They had 'been there for two days now and just that noon her uncle had predicted four more days. She “hated the thought of it. The clatter of the wash basins reminded Dena that supper would soon have to be ready. These fellows did not stand upon formalities. As soon as one had finished washing—and it took but an instant for old Bakken—he would pro- ceed to the table. And there they had no pa- tience with—nor, indeed, any expectation of— delay. Bakken was an old Norwegian, some- where in the early fifties. He did everything with extreme care; it was remarked that even at the table he was slow oftentimes cutting his meat before devouring it. At the wash ba- sin too he exercised the greatest caution and nicety of judgment—never washing those fea- tures whose cleanness was not necessary to a sanitary handling of the food, or which could not be reached conveniently, such as the ears and neck. Windy was now holding forth by the wash stand (which Dena had set outside for the sake of safety and convenience), and to judge by the frequent bursts of laughter, had an appre- ciative audience: “I was comin’ in with my horses, and there strewed across the whole bloomin’ barn was pieces 0’ harness. The kid was sweatin’ away, takin’ everything apart. He had unhooked well-nigh everything but the lbellyband, I guess, and that was under the big bavy’s hind
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