| Summary: | Page 10 October 1, 1971 One of these Concordia women will reign as the 1971 homecoming queen: Vicki Frislie, Jana Trom, Signe Skaalure, Jessica Zuelke, Penny Mathews, Lynn Gillis and Mary Jo Johnson. (photo by Reed Carlson) Homecoming Schedule 'Bridge Over Time' Thursday, Sept. 30: 8:00 p.m.—Hans Nielson Hauge Memorial Festival. Guest speaker Dr. Fridtjov Birkeli, Bishop of Oslo and Primate of the Church of Norway. Memorial Auditorium. 9:30 p.m.—Freshman Talent Show. Normandy. Torchlight Parade after show from Library Mall to baseball field for Pep Fest and Frosh-built bonfire. Dale Lammi—emcee. Coach, team, cheerleaders, and "hockey band?" Friday, October 1: 10:00 a.m.—Homecoming Chapel Service. Rev. Carl Lee. 7:30 p.m.—Coronation. Craig Wanamaker—emcee. Special music— Craig Wold, Tom Amundgard. Reception in north gym. 9:00 p.m. - 12:30 a.m.—Dance Concert. Podipto. Fargo Civic Audi-torium. Saturday, October 2: 11:00 a.m. - 12:30 p.m.—Picnic for everybody: $1.00 without ID., requested by Homecoming committee. Bring your family. East complex will be closed. 12:20 - 12:40 p.m.—Balloon pick-up at Science Hall on way to stadium. 12:45 p.m.—Pre-game Pep Fest. Emcee—Dale Lammi. 1:30 p.m.—Game time. Powderpuff football game at half-time between. LDS and Chi Zetes. 4:30 - 6:00 p.m.—All-college Buffet. $1.50 without I. D. 8:00 p.m.—Homecoming Show, under direction of Dr. J. Robert Hanson. Sunday, October 3: 11:00 a.m.—Homecoming Worship Service. Special address by Dr. Birkeli. 2:30 p.m.—Concordia band and choir concert. Man alive, here it is, homecoming again. I have made a pilgrimage to this campus for the past fifty-four years and I can't believe the changes. I feel like the guy on the song the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band sings about. Ah, Bo Jangles, that's the one. I never could play the harmonica very well and my best dog died at the age of ninety-eight. With my luck I'll probably make that, but I sure am going to give it the old col-lege try. This is the power plant. Hmmm, my kids used to tell me that they would go into the boiler room with some of the teachers and smoke pipes and cigarettes when nobody really important was around to catch them. Ha, I bet the administration knew all along about those young rebelious whip-persnappers. I doubt if they could pull the wool over their eyes even today. To top it off they quit smoking altogether. From what the younger generation has told me, this part of the food service complex,: carpet-ing and all—well, you can't beat that. We were lucky enough to have the facilities to boil some coffee. And they still complain about the food being worse than ever. I remember the stories that my kids used to tell me about the different things that were supposed to be in the mashed potatoes and even in the gelatin. But there are some things that I remember about this time of year that smell better than food, at times, any-how. The smell of burning leaves used to seep through the classrooms' and get most everyone in the mood to take a walk with some nice young sweetheart. The trees sure are changing fast this year, but according to the papers they can't burn leaves anymore. Believe it or not, I met my wife at this campus and the first walk we took together was in the fall, around this time of year, home-coming. The leaves were floating around, the birds were getting ready to head south, and people were getting ready for the winter and the Arctic winds that would come from North Dakota be-cause Minnesota was a little more compassionate. Crowds of people, students, alumni, little kids, the queen and her court would all gather at the football game, everybody having a good time and "grooving" on other people. I guess that's how they say it now. A student came up to me at last year's game and asked me what made all these people keep coming back to this campus year after year. So I told him what I had learned. An old teacher of mine, he's dead now, told me the answer to that question a long time ago. He said that the reason people keep coming back to Concordia is that they all have something in common. They have all graduated from Concordia, a college that stands for something and always will stand for something. That can be described in these words: "Soli Deo Gloria!" "To God Be the Glory!" You can't beat these words with a stick. The student looked at me for awhile and then said, "I guess you're right." The younger generation may not agree with this answer, but my kids do and the older generation will nod their heads and agree with an old duffer like me. Keep smiling. (by Reed Carlson) Is this homecoming?
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