Calvin College - Prism Yearbook (Grand Rapids, MI)

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v '. 1.9 ...A The dreams and hopes of Calvin College and the Christian Re- formed Church are becoming a reality. The Knollcrest Farm is now the Knollcrest Campus. A martin house standing alone on the vacant, snow covered land will soon give way to larger, more complex structures. Not yet unveiled, the new library stands in strange contrast to the Knollcrest barn. The peace and country calm of Knollcrest Will soon be interrupted by enthusiastic students .... Here, a new tradition will be born, and, hopefully, some of the old retained. 22 Q.,

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In Memory of a Saint: Henry Van Til 1907- September 28, 1961 Immense Wind, more ancient than air, more here Than breath, swifter than now, eternity You made your sphere, and time your orbit. He, Oh Wind of white, taught us to praise and fear. Wine of Jerusalem, Whirlwind above, Orchid of Palestine, and end of Rome, Crimson lofoer of black, you took him home, Who brought, Uh Whirlwind, your grace and love. Blue-burning killer, did he know you came? Tatooed by fire, scorched in your furnace, marred To slaying? This I know! deep he was scarred, This Phoenix saint, that rose to praise your fame! This breeze was wondrous grey to our black sight, But Wind and Wine and Fire crowned him, White. WILLIE TIOELKER