Class of '57
November 2006


Reunion dates ― May 25 & 26, 2007

Greetings classmates,

I am sending you memories from three of our classmates and also remarks that Moose Malmquist said at the decommissioning of the football stadium.  There will be more in the coming months.  If you have something to add, please send them to me.


Marlys Mattson Nelson

1957 Co-class Agent


Shortly after I was dropped off at Wahlstrom Hall for the few days of freshman orientation, before regular classes started, I met a section-mate, Marlys Mattson, who was to become my friend for the next 54 years.  I remember walking across campus to band practice on Hello Walk.  We went past Old Main and finally found our way to the band room for try-outs.  The music department was one of the main reasons I had chosen Gustavus and it did not disappoint me.  When I’m with college classmates, it is a treat to hear grace sung before meals.  That brings back good memories of GA.

Chapel was memorable.  Whenever I hear “A Mighty Fortress is Our God” I think of the organist, Dr. Allwardt, when he played the last verse on that old chapel’s organ as loud as he could make that old organ go.  That organ suffered from chapel pranks like putting flour into the pipes one morning.  Some pranks were really dangerous though.  Didn’t some group chain the doors shut so we were locked inside one morning?  Wouldn’t that be a fire marshal’s worst nightmare?  Did someone put paper clips underneath where the piano keys struck, making it sound like a honky-tonk piano just before a serious tenor was about to sing?

The band trips during the semester breaks were a lot of fun every year.  The choir took marvelous trips all over the country.  The band, on the other hand, had to stay in Minnesota.  On one trip the band members had to walk over the bridge from Moorhead to Fargo where the band played a concert that night.  Our bus could not afford interstate insurance, so we couldn’t drive into North Dakota.  It was a bitterly cold night and difficult to carry our instruments while walking in heels and long skirts.

The Frosh Pepper Pot was a big event for us in the fall.  Such talent our class had!  I can still hear Dick Gastler’s piece about a mirror on the wall in a German dialect.  The Warren trio’s rendition of “Lullaby of Broadway” was special too.  (Bev, we sang that for homecoming, but thanks)  Wouldn’t it be nice to hear these again at our 50th reunion?  I look forward to seeing you in St. Peter in May.

Bev Bloomquist Todaro

1957 Guest Letter Writer


Remembered by Arne Walker

---Train to Minneapolis from Chicago (400) and then to St. Peter and walking from the train station with everything in one suitcase.

---Evolution from Pre-med to the Ordained Ministry

---Hilarious hitchhiking attempt to Canada after exams

---ABCD, roommates (Arne, Bill, Chris, and Dave) who have been life-long friends.

---Serving as Co-Leaguer President and the SRO for Dr. Art Glass’ presentation on “Creation and/or Evolution.”

---Deputation team where I drove Esby’s new ’57 Chevy as terrified girls begged me to go slower than 90.  (I was unaware of the speed.)

---Starting a State Hospital visitation program which later evolved into a credit course.

---Taking the night off from “Hell-Week” and fellow pledges joining the rebellion.

---Biology lab assistant helping squeamish girls dissect various critters.

---Picking up (at his door) a star baseball player, drunk and covered with his vomit and cleaning him up and putting him to bed.  (He was abandoned by his teammates.)

---Listening to pledges outside our door planning to kidnap us as a trophy from another fraternity and lose us in the countryside.  We decided not to resist, but they scared themselves off and never tried.

---The unique personalities of our profs that are imprinted today with names.

---“The Mad Doctor” and his exploding compound placed on floors and doorknobs, noise, no injuries.

---Vacations at GAC when I didn’t have the $5.00 gas money to get back to Chicago.

---The growing cost of education from $700.00 my first year to $1,100.00 my last year.

---The gorgeous view from “the hill” into the Minnesota River Valley.

---Turning in a basketball player for cheating on a lecture exam.

---Being “laid-off” at Red Owl after turning in the manager for pocketing the difference between what we were paid and what he turned into the company.

---Eating a quart of ice-cream with two spoons with Biz Nelson as we sat under a tree in the park.

---The risqué adventure of two of my roommates running downtown to the post office in their pajamas and having me document this on camera

---Taking engineering math for fun from Karlis Kaufmanis as a senior while the freshmen pre-engineers sweated the exams.

---Choir tours (East and West) and the enjoyable Barbershop Quartet.

---Preaching in chapel on “Critical in Love.”

---Kneeling each night at our bedside and praying with my roommate.

These memories came fast from a pivotal four years of my life.  (More there I’m sure)


Arne Walker

1957 Guest Letter Writer

Gustavus Memories

~Cubby DeCorsey

Coming back to Gustavus after the war—Korea that is—1955.  Who will be around that I knew before I left in 1953?  How will they accept an “old” Gustie?  Well…

     David Borg-roommate-returned

     Gary Gustafson-roommate-returned

     Dick Ollerman-roommate-returned

     Bill Hammerlund-roommate-returned

     Paul Brostrom-returned (married)

     Fran Bradley-returned (married)

     Roger Krantz-returned (married)

     Gene Sandvig-returned

There may have been others too, but these are the people who played football in ’55 and were Co-Champions of the MIAC.

Could you believe that David Borg was my roommate and he cooked meals for me, Gary Gustafson and Don Roberts?  His specialty was “LOBSTER” (that was at the end of the month when our GI checks came in).  Otherwise, many “Pot Pies”! 

Dick Ollerman and Bill Hammerlund departed to another apartment because it was cheaper―$50 per month and closer to downtown.

Our field maintenance jobs at the field house, football field, (with Moose Malmquist ’53 as our advisor and Gary Gustafson our crew chief) was very demanding and rewarding.  Of course we fit the times in between classes and our studying at the “library.”

Our acceptance back to Gustavus was granted—we all fit in someplace and somewhere—even though some under-grads called us “Dad” or “Gramps.”

I also appreciated many hours working in the “food-service” for Ma Young ’33.  She was a great lady—free food—my main job was in the “Canteen.”  That’s where I had my first job interview with Superintendent Nelson from Lake Crystal.  I remember that I had on a T-shirt, khakis, and white apron—real class—and I got the job too.

Our memories of GAC are satisfying and enjoyable.  So many friends and associates―1957 came fast.  The whole experience was very rewarding. 

Thanks to GAC!


Charles DeCorsey

1957 Guest Letter Writer

Decommissioning Hollingsworth Field – October 28, 2006

Remarks by Jim “Moose” Malmquist ’53

Today I am the voice of the past ― I am the voice of history.

I speak first for all of our comrades those who are no longer with us; who have gone to their greater glory.

I speak for those soldiers, sailors , marines and airmen who joined our countries fight and helped win WWII; those young men who in the forties and early fifties interrupted their lives to serve their country then came flocking home, traded their military uniforms for football uniforms; started their families, lived in the college’s trailer village, came here to this place this small town and this small college to stand tall and leave us the legacy often called the golden football years.

I speak for George Myrum whose life, along with two of his players, came to a tragic end in a team bus accident on the return from an away football game.  It was his vision, his dreams and his efforts that led to the creation of this stadium he sadly never saw finished.

I speak for the men, veterans most, who actually lived inside this stadium structure undoubtedly the cheapest housing ever offered here on campus.

I am the voice of the 28 All Americans who earned those honors here on this much loved ground.

I speak for the 21 championship teams who here left their thumbprint on the on the pages of our athletic history.

I speak for teammate, Cal Roberts, whose picture, biography and accomplishments are now a part of history in the College Football Hall of Fame in South Bend Indiana , the first Divion III football player ever inducted.  Our Gustie flag flies there today.

I speak for the man who personally cut, hauled and laid this sod watered it, nurtured it and cherished it, our mentor, our coach,our friend Lloyd “Holly” Hollingsworth.  He now sleeps just over the hill to our south.

I speak for all our head coaches, who for the past 77 years led their Golden Gustie teams to battle right here on this storied field.  They are George Myrum, Tuddie Lindenberg, Howie Nelson, John Ronning, Lloyd “Holly” Hollingsworth, Lee Krough, Don Roberts, Jocko Nelson, Denny Raarup, Steve Byrne and Jay Schoenebeck.

I speak for the hundreds of young men whose path to manhood was in part paved with the lessons learned here on this turf, lessons learned through the joy of victory through the crush of defeat, through hard work, and team work, the satisfaction of a job well done and the reality of sometimes failing to live up to one’s own expectations.

I speak for the cherished friendships, life-long friendships built here, nurtured here and to this day held close to our hearts.

I speak for Willie Lindquist who on so many golden autumn days lined this field with love, with pride with unerring accuracy then crowned it with the distinctive Gustie helmet on the 50 yard line.

I speak for the best grounds crew in the country; our loyal and faithful Gustie crew who adopted this field and treated it as if it were their own.

I speak for the Gustie chain gang whose 150 cumulative years of service is living proof that old is good.

Today I am the clear voice of the thousands of Gustie graduates who sat here on this turf, in this stadium on those warm May afternoons, walked forward to the podium, as they accepted their diplomas and from this ground took the next big step in their life journies.

I speak for this small college, who loved us, cared about us, educated us, provided us a wonderful opportunity to play the game we loved then sent us on our way, safe in the knowledge of God’s redeeming grace.

I am proud to be Gustie, a Gustie coach , a Gustie gridder, a linebacker, a full back.  I am proud to have worn the black and gold and I am proud to know that my college cares enough about this game we love to reinvest their resources and their trust in building a new place for the next generations of Gustie footballers to take on the welcome and always daunting task of beginning the next Golden Gustie era.