Frankfort Pilgrim College - Pilgrim Yearbook (Frankfort, IN)

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U KK A LOUISE NICHOLS VVest Virginia t'Let the words of my mouth, and the meditations of my heart be accept- able in thy sight, O Lord, my strength and my redeemerf' Major: English. Degree: A. B. Life, we've been long together, Through pleasant and through cloudy weather ,Tis hard to part when friends are dear,- Perhaps 'twill eost a sigh, a tearg Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time: Say not 'Good night,'-but in some fairer elime Bid me 'Good morning'. Good morning.', a cheery voice ealled at the doorway whether it. be morn- ing, noon or evening. A bright face appears for a moment and leaves a sense ot joy and of help for the remainder of the day. Life perhaps has been chang- ed from gloominess to thankfulness, and hope has been lifted above trials and diffieulties, though the girl of the cheery good-morning'l has passed on. Such lives are worth while lives whether their deeds take on the heroic or the more common phases of the daily routine. Louise Nichols knows what it is to fight adversity and win her battles. Her learning while in Frankfort Pilgrim College has been won at the price of having to attend the sehool of hard knocks at the same time. Genial, Jovial, always ready with a counter thrust to the pleasantries of sehool day conversations. it Louise was a hard worker, always ready to lift the burdens from others' shoulders. She knew how to tit in where needed. She gave exeellent work as assistant in our Expression Department. Her last testimony in Chapel was one of courage and determination to press on with Christ, and left a eonscious- ness of the deep hope that was in her soul. Her spirit seemed to say, i'Christ1 is the star ot' hope. I would like to have my death-bed under that star-I would like to have my eye on that star, so I eould be assured of the morning. Then the dash of the surf on the sea of death would only be the billowing up of the promise. 'When thou passest through the waters I will be with thee, and the rivers. they shall not overflow thee. All other lights will fail the light that falls from the scroll of fame, the light that flashes from the gem in the beautiful apparel, the light that tiames from the burning lamps of a banquet-- but this light burns on and burns on. 'Welcome, sweet Lord Jesus, welcome eternity' No other star ever pointed a mariner into so safe a harbor. No other star ever sunk its silver anchor so deep into the watersf, ! -gig-

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JAMES STONE North Carolina Class Treasurer I will instruct thee and tcaeh thee in the Way which thou shalt go: I will guide thee with mine eyef' Major: History. Degree: A. B. You might have painted that picture, I might have Written that songg Not ours, but others that triumph, Tis done and well done-so ,long! The subject of this sketch-James W, Stone is treasurer of the class of 1930. 1-Ie is a native ofthe splendid state of North Carolina, where he began his education in the public schools. At an early age, he was saved and sancti- ned and called to preach. Heiviewed life more seriously than most young peo- ple. The questions of the depravity of man, his sin and salvation took such :1 hold upon him that he felt woe is me if I preach not the Gospel . At the same time he felt the need of a greater preparation and a call to prepare. entered Frankfort Pilgrim College on its opening day 1928 and has steadily pursued his education Winning his diploma at commencement the last of May, 1930. The second year of his work here he not only carried his course of study. but was pastor of the church at Forest. He expects to make the min- istry his life work. The Bible has become his counsellor and the Holy Spirit his guide. He is often heard to state that he purposes to be true to his con- victions and be loyal to Christ until he reaches his final triumph. Heaven is the place of victory and triumph. This is the battle-fieldg there is the triumphal procession. This is the land of the sword and the spearg that is the land of the wreath and the crown. Oh, what a thrill of joy will shoot through the hearts of all the blessed when their conquests will be made complete in Heaveng when death itself, the last of foes, shall be slain, and Satan dragged as captive at the chariot wheels of Christ. 363 '-35- nnnunnmmn

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m fg Q -1 N FRANCES BURSCH Kansas treublef' ' Major: Language. Degree: A. l,. 194 l i Build a little fence of trust Around to-dayg Fill the space with loving work, And therein stayg Look not through the sheltering bars Upon to-niorrowg God will help thee bear what comes Of joy or sorrow. NVQ desire to enseribe the above sentiment to our graduate, who eornes from Kansas. Frances is always valiant for the truth. Constancy and tidcli- Iy to righteousness and holi11ess gives her great strength of character. liven when not professing christianity she is ever a defender of its truths, its vir- tues and its practices. Hypocrisy is the most hateful thing in her sight. If she herself believed that she had turned front the faith she could not tolerate the prlneiple of others making profession Without showing the real grace and power. She was niagnaninious, steadfast and true to her convictions. To her, selfishness is sin. Self indulgence is eriniinalg and like the inn of Bethlehem, given to lodge nieaner guests, a heart full of pride has no chamber within which Christ may be born in us the hope of glory. How rare a virtue is self sacrifice. lf she expressed herself with regard to salvation it was of a high standard in perfect harmony with the Bible and always positive. If the sub- ject was that of holiness, she believed that Heliness is beauty and purity and that there is no beauty like that of a pure character. The grandest sight on this earth is not the march of the all-conquering storni whose cloudy battalions go rushing through the sounding heavensg the niost beautiful thing on earth is not the garden which opens. and sends forth from its eensers fragrance: it is not the stateliness of the tree which you sit under through the long sunnner's dayg those are not the rnost beautiful things on earth that art earved out of stoneg the beauty of the soul lies in its secret ehantberg and the rich, deep, just. holy and loving natures-these are the beautiful things of this world. There is nothing so beautiful as Christ in man. 1 !fQ' mum..-ml... - mmm -37- The liord will also be a refuge for the oppressed, a refuge in the time of , FX