Bismarck State College (BSC): Mystic Memories
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1975 Noun BJC--Page 129
No full textPhotographs of BJC graduation ceremony (commencement)The smile radiated by Mr. Eddie Agre, Dean
of Students, characterizes the mood of the
day.
Deb Shaw was only one of over 300
students to receive a diploma, academic
or vocational.
As did the other graduates, Dale Preszler
received his diploma from Bismarck School
Board President, Col. Edgar Johnson.
Barb Brodehl, Nancy Bourgois, and Dwight
Bollinger contemplate their futures, having
completed their education at BJC.
The Organist was Mr. Stan Engebretson,
Director of Choral Activities.
As much a part of graduation as the
diploma is the photography.
A behind the scenes look at the tassle
rip-off.
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1975 Noun BJC--Page 140
No full textShort story "What's Your Name Boy?" by Carla Bosworth140
They hurried back to the farm and found Mary waiting for them with a project. "Pa finished the fence and
we get to build the gate," she announced.
Mr. Turner had built a long wooden fence across the front of the house with a stone path leading up "to
the porch. Mrs. Turner planted flowers along the fence and around the porch. It needed only to be finished
off with a splendid gateway. And splendid it was for the three young people worked hour after hour to set it
just right. They set up two large posts which had to be dug deep into the ground to make them sturdy.
Another post was fastened across the top of these two to form a grand archway. A gate was built under the
arch. Not one piece of wood was attached without the approval of all three architects. Joshua and Travis hand
carved a large handle for the gate. Mary hung a small flowerpot from the top of the arch and planted some
seeds inside. Then for the finishing touch they each took Travis' rusty old jack-knife and carved their
names into the wooden gate. When they finally finished, Mr. and Mrs. Turner walked hand in hand through
the gateway while Joshua, Travis, and Mary stood on the porch applauding.
It was about a week after the gate was completed when Travis overheard a conversation which upset his
feeling of security he'd had with the Turners. He passed by the barn door and stopped to listen when he
heard his name used.
"But Travis is happy here," Mrs. Turner was saying.
"I wish we could just leave it this way," replied her husband, "but he must have a family somewhere and
we haven't tried very hard to find them."
"I keep thinking," said Mrs. Turner, "that he doesn't know his family so he won't be happy with them. But
surely they know and love him."
"That's right."
"But what more can we do. We've told everyone we know. Nobody knows who he is."
"There are other ways-telegrams, letters. We can write to all the sheriffs in this territory."
Travis went off by himself to think things out. I'm causing a lot of trouble for these people. Maybe my
own parents are searching for me. And I don't even try to find them. Who am I anyway? I've got to do
something. The next couple days weren't as carefree for Travis. Everything he did brought him back to the
question, "Who am I?"
Finally one evening Travis decided to act. He laid awake in bed till he was sure everyone was asleep. Then he
quietly dressed and packed his little suit case with all the same things that had been in it when he arrived plus
a few other items he had come to own in the Turner household. Two of his shiney stones and the large feather
he placed at the foot of Joshua's bed. He quietly slipped into Mary's bedroom and put the two strings of
colored beads at the foot of her bed. He stopped to look around at the room; at Mary sound asleep; and at
the strings of beads on the floor. Suddenly the sight of a beautiful woman came to his mind. She was
wearing the beads. Her hair was long and blond. And she was smiling. Travis felt a touch of warmth inside.
Then just as quickly as she had entered his thoughts, the woman was gone. He tried to see her again but she
was gone and the room seemed empty. Travis put one of the necklaces back into his suit case and hurried
into the kitchen. The note he left on the table read, "I went to find myself. Love, Travis." He went back to the
place where the Turners had found him. He stood on the road staring blindly one direction then the opposite.
He started walking one way, then turned around and took off running furiously the other way.
Travis ran till his legs ached and his side felt like it would burst. He finally stopped and slumped down in the
grass by the side of the road. Where am I going? he asked himself as he rested. I don't belong with the
Turners. I've got to find out for myself where I really belong and why I left there in the first place. Travis
trudged on and on wondering where this seemingly endless road would take him. The next day's sun rose.
The light didn't matter to Travis. He still couldn't see where he was going. Suddenly he heard a horse
coming behind him. He ran off the road and hid behind some trees. If Mr. Turner comes after me I won't go
back with him, Travis promised to himself. But as the horse came closer he hoped it would be Mr. Turner. It
was someone else and Travis tried to explain to himself; Mr. Turner can't come after me. He understands why
I left. I can't go back. He wiped away a couple tears with his sleeve and hurried down the road.
About an hour later a wagon turned onto the road behind Travis.
"Going to Waterville?" the man in the wagon asked when he caught up with Travis.
"Yes sir," Travis answered.
"I'm going there to pick up some supplies. Hop in."
"Thanks." Travis climbed on with the older man, apparently a rancher. It felt so good to Travis to sit and let
the horses do the work. But the rancher started asking very uncomfortable questions.
"Where are you from? What's your name? Where are you going?"
Travis made up a name and said he lived on a little farm down the road. He was going to visit relatives
near Waterville. The rancher had never heard of the name before and he knew everybody in this territory.
Travis just kept quiet, wishing the man would too. The rancher talked on about a neighbor's boy who ran away
and got into a lot of trouble. It was mid-afternoon when they finally reached Waterville. The rancher stopped
in front of the general store.
"Wait here," he almost ordered. "I'll get us something to eat." The rancher disappeared around the corner
of the store
1975 Noun BJC--Page 142
No full textShort story "What's Your Name Boy?" by Carla Bosworth142
"Beautiful!" Travis stated proudly when he finished. He ran his hand down the neck of one horse. "Now you
are truly beautiful in your shiney coat-soft as a newborn foal." He pictured in his mind a small horse.
"Newborn foal," he repeated trying to recall where he had known a little horse. The image left him. •
Then he took a shovel and broom and cleaned the whole floor. By the time Matt woke up the sun was blazing
hot. But they were saved from the hot walk into Junction City as Mr. Warren decided to take his wagon-to
town. Before they left Mrs. Warren served another meal and packed the unfortunate "father and son" a sack
of food.
It was over half a day's ride to Junction City. The city was a good sized railroad town with lots of people on
the streets. Travis and Matt thanked Mr. Warren and climbed down from his wagon.
"Well, where ya goin from here?" Matt asked.
"Anywhere," replied Travis. "It doesn't matter much which way I go from here."
"How 'bout going with me?" Matt suggested.
"I'd Iike to, but I don't have money to get a tra in ticket."
"No need t' worry 'bout that," Matt promised. "Meet me back here in about an hour." And Matt disappeared
into a saloon.
Travis roamed the streets and looked around inside a couple stores. He kept watching people to see if
anyone would recognize him. But nobody paid any special attention to him. The townspeople were used to
having strangers around because of the railroad going through. An hour later Travis returned to the saloon.
He waited quite a while before Matt came out. Matt was in a good mood as they headed for the railroad
station. They turned before they reached the station and went down to some trees close to the tracks.
"We better hurry up," Travis urged. "The passengers are gettin on already."
"Stay back behind these trees a minute yet," Matt ordered. "And when I start runnin you follow right
behind me."
Just as the train started up Matt and Travis ran up to a boxcar. The train began moving slowly. Matt heaved
the door opened and jumped in. Travis threw his suit case in and jumped up as the train picked up speed.
They slid the door shut again and dropped to the floor to catch their breath. Travis' heart pounded as he
looked around in the dark, empty boxcar.
Matt crawled into a corner to make himself more comfortable. "You see boy," he stated proudly, "you
don't have to pay t' ride a train."
And his sly laugh burned through Travis' ears. Travis felt a sudden hate toward this half drunken old man.
I've heard a laugh like his somewhere before, Travis thought. And I hate it.
Travis sat in the opposite corner of the boxcar and ate an apple from the sack Mrs. Warren had given them.
Matt wasn't hungry. He was starting in on a new bottle he hadpicked up in the saloon. Travis opened his
suit case and fumbled through the things inside trying to bring out some of his past that was strangely trapped Ii
in the back of his mind. The whistle Mr. Turner had made for him and the fancy button Mary had given him . I. ) .ql
were very real and meaningful to him. He rubbed the silver button on his sleeve till the flowery design , .:',
indented in the metal shone-even in the dim light of the boxcar. He started daydreaming about the things i-;"
'''j • he had done with the Turners. Vivid and beautiful images came to his mind. He thought of the day he, Mary,
and Joshua ate lunch out on the limb of a huge tr eein the woods. He thought of the time they drew
pictures in the sand. And of the day they caught a mouse in the barn and then let him go. A feeling of
loneliness swept through him and he quickly shifted his attention to the other things in the suit case. There
were the two shiney stones, the string of beads, the rusty old jacknife, and the small black prayer book. Travis
started paging through the prayer book. It was too dark in the boxcar to read the words so he walked over
to the door and held the book in the light coming through the crack between the two doors. He began
reading, "Come Thou oh Prince of the Heavenly Host. By the power of Your might cleanse us from our sins."
Suddenly the train jerked. Travis lost his balance and the book flew to the end of the car. Matt laughed as
Travis got his book and sat down by the doors. Pages were bent and the cover was torn halfways off.
Someone's put a new cover on this old book, Travis noticed. The last page which had been glued to the back
cover was now coming loose and he saw some writing under it. He pulled the two apart. Hand written in ink it
said "Saint Michael's". And under that "Jackson".
"Hey Matt," Travis asked excitedly, "Do you know anybody by the name a' Jackson?"
"Nope," replied Matt. "All's I know's the town."
"What town?" Travis asked.
"There's a city along this railroad that's called Jackson."
"How far is it?"
"It's a long ways yet."
So Travis set Jackson as his destination-whatever or wherever that was. Day after day they freeloaded in
the boxcar. It became their home stopping for short times in towns along the way. They didn't dare get out
of the boxcar too often on these stops or someone was bound to see them. But when their sack of food was
em pty they had to get off to eat. Matt kept using the same tri ck he had used to get a mea I f rom the Warrens.
And it usually worked. Even people who didn't believe the story of "losing the horses and walking miles t
1977 Jay-Cee-An BJC--Page 64
No full textPhotographs of the BJC Student SenateStudent Senate The Student Senate's goals are to promote cooperation be-tween
the student body and faculty, aid in unification of the
student body, and to promote stuent's rights.
The Senate was involved in and sponsored many activities this
year. They worked with the NDSA in lobbying at the 1977 legisla-tive
session, President Kelly Flegel served on the Presidential
Search Committee, President Werner's retirement party, spon-sored
clean up day in which the whole campus was cleaned by
the different organizations, and reviewed activity fees and recom-mended
several major changes which were put into effect.
There are 11 members on Student Senate. The three officers
are: Kelly Flegel, President; Paul Zent, Vice-President; and Jolene
Jensen, Secretary-Treasurer.
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1977 Jay-Cee-An BJC--Page 85
No full textPhotographs of BJC staffJOE
BLOTSKY
Janitor- Main Bldg.
CHARLES
JORDAN
Head Janitor
PAUL
ORSA
Janitor
MARY ANN
DURICK
M.S., U. of NEB.
Chemistry
FRED
FISHER
Janitor-Main Bldg.
ERMA
MORAST
Janitress-Library
JEFF
SCHMIERER
Janitor-Student
Union
MYRA
NORTON
Biology Lab Asst
1981 Challenges BJC--Page 58
No full textPhotographs of BJC president and administrator, and college buildingSchafer Building
ADMINISTRATION
Kermit Lidstrom,
President
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1981 Challenges BJC--Page 68
No full textPhotographs of BJC faculty and college building68
Loren Kjonaas,
Biology
w. Bryce Hill,
Criminal Justice
Jasper Kieinjan,
Auto Mechanics
Ruth Huovinen,
Basic Skills
Frank Koch,
Chemistry
Student apartments
Jon Kuehn,
Electronics Technolog
1981 Challenges BJC
No full textBismarck Junior College 1981 Challenges (Bismarck State College yearbook). Content includes the academic year August 1980 through May 1981
