Northwestern Bible School - Scroll Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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DORflllTORIES Home to hundreds ot students who have gradu¬ ated from Northwestern, We are indeed proud of these buildings. The view of Loring Park is a beautiful one. The situation in downtown Minneapolis is a practical one. The memories of happy times are blessed ones. Home—our school home. It does take ' a heap o ' livin ' to make a place called Home, And this is home. As we review the years in retrospect, our hearts thrill within us. Each building speaks of the goodness ol God. Even as the trees seem to stoop over in protecting care, so God has supplied and kept—and so He does supply and keep—and so He shall in the future hover over to watch and care for His own. i m iUW i i !iLi..M UJU.iPv (}Q iVM itWi ft Vv i 1 1 mii U

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1 I (HE(nORifiL hull My Latest, and Probably, My Last Dream ' Dr Riley ' s first vision in 1902, which resulted in the formation of Bible classes for seven students, was a far cry from the present institution with an enrollment of over 500 students. His dream of Memorial Hall has become our dream as well—Memorial Hall, the future home of North¬ western, the emancipation of our school from impressions of denomina- tionalism, a permanence for our beloved Alma Mater. Memorial Hall a dream? No, to us it has become more than that. Perhaps to look into the future after the war and to say that then a building will be erected seems uncertain. But the response of many has made Memorial Hall tan¬ gible. The interest of God ' s people has made it realistic. The promise of God has made it sure. jj V

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OUR CAMPUS Ours? Not really, perhaps. And yet it is very really ours—our campus. It, too, is in the heart of a great city, but not like that city—a part of the city, yet apart from it—a bit ol God’s out-of-doors in the midst of the hurry and bustle of city life. When autumn comes and school days begin, we love a walk through the falling leaves . . . the chatter of the squirrels ... the graceful swan on the water ... the waddling ducks ... the tang of autumn air. The snow Hies, and it is fun to tramp across the park in the face of a biting wind—to realize its power. And spring—tree buds bursting . . . new green grass ... a robin ... the lake freed from Winter ' s hold . . . lovers strolling . . . trees reaching graceful arms in praise and adoration . . . our hearts lifted up to Him—our Maker, the great Creator, our Lord. Our campus . our hearts, full to overflowing with love and adoration for Him Who hath made everything beautiful.