Cornerstone University - KUMI ORI Yearbook (Grand Rapids, MI)

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FiRST YEAR INSTITUTE CLASS Front Row, Left to Right: Jean Knottnerus. Carolyn Cox, Mary Jane Crow, Nyladine Deyarnaond. Mllllcent Young, Velma Hitchcock. Elnore Stadt, Shirley King, Ethol Dykite house. Second Row, Left to Right: Mabel Wilhite, Enid Alber, Treva Joan Worden Mary Lou Rathbun Darlene Eby, Lois Boer, Connie Alba, Evelyn Smith, Betty Kolkman, Barbara Norton, Winona Gerber, Nola Thompson. Third- Row, Left to Right: Cietis Scott Bobby Byrne, Orlan Wilhite, Albert Schenk, Max Cheney, Melvin Peach, Myron Scott, Clarence Eno, Richard Sterkenburg, Elsa Knudsen. Absent when picture was taken: Joan Hamp, William Hoppert. First Year Classes The first-year Bible Institute ard Pre theological classes are Aaking, with one exception, the same subjects, and we have our classes together. Because of this we have combined in the election of officers and the sponsoring of social events. The officers elected are as follows: President, Paul Verslu’s: Vice-President, Elsa Knudsen- Secretary. Evelyn Smith; and Treasurer, Glen Ozinga. The two members chosen for the Student Council were Mrs. Warren Crow and Don Perkins. The social events attendee by the class included a picnic at John Ball Park with the sec- ond year students, the annual reception at the Lake Drive Baptist Church, and a sleigh-ride. At I he reception the timid first-year students were warmly welcomed, and given a preview of things to corne when Bob Nelson and Woody McGaleb taught classes in Greek one Philosophy. The imprev’sec campfire was a very appropriate setting for the inspiring devo- tions message brought by Dc. Fuller. We have as our class motto, “For us to live is Christ,” gnd our class song is, Living for Jesus. We hope and trust that these will continue to be an inspiration to us not only during our school years, but also throughout our entire life cn this earth, — MARY LOU RATHBUN and JOE CRAWFORD • 28 •

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 As We Graduate The months hove flown since ihai sunny, fall day when we arrived at school a little bit bewildered and concerned as to just what lay ahead. The first few days resulted in a havoc of confusion as our minds whirled the many questions that we didn’t dare ask. How can I remember the names of my rocm-mates? What was that Typology assignment? When, oh when will that buzzer sound for dinner. The little, green-eyed monsters Doubt and Homesickness soon reared their ugly heads, yet the Peace that passeth all understanding was ours, and our hearts sang as we dropped to our knees for devotions. Time passed quickly, and events such as the reception the sleigh ride with the liquid sunshine,” and devotions at Townsend Park amid the flickering shadows of the bonfire now ding like fragrant incense to our memories, and will continue to do so long after our footsteps have cessed to resound in the corridors of Van-Osdel Hall. The picnic arrived at last and after the dismissal of school we departed on our separate ways during the summer months. In September we were reunited again, missing those who had graduated, and greet- ing the new faces with the wise, understanding smiles of veterans. As the time for our commencement rapidly approaches, it is wilh anticipation that we look forward to the future. The Great Reaper has placed His hard on the living seed, and called some to the foreign field, some to the home field, and others to further training. As we put cur hands to the plow we ook forward to the lime when we shall meet Him face to face. — IRENE PITCHEORD

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