Multnomah University - Ambassador Yearbook (Portland, OR)

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friendships with our guys. Mark Brewster read us a portion of Proverbs 31 describing the Virtuous Woman. By then we were ready to stamp the ban- quet with They thought of everything! but there was more! In walked Greg Smith bringing four red roses to the ladies seated at the head table: Shirley Brown 4SecretaryJ, Melody Gorbet fTreasurer7, Mrs. David Needham, and Dean Pamela Reeve. Wow! we thought, What more could they possibly have done? But that wasn't all. Soon they had presented each one of us with a red rose. How did a speechless bunch of girls tand it takes a lot to get all of us speechlessl res- pond to such royal treatment? We gave our guys a standing ovation. It was one of those times when words just weren't adequate. Long before the banquet, we knew that the men in the Junior Class were a very special bunch of guys. But until Monday, January 19, we didn't really know how special. by Sharon Johnson Carl Thompson Carl Thompson fAhn1'ej Prof. David Needham serve: ax thief butler for the banquet. fFur leftj Gary Augustine and Dave Squires .verve food Io Sue Kilmllins. Sandra Kempel. Cheryl Sirex, Slaaronjolm- .von und Krixty jones. Cory Hdgflllllll esforfs Diane Mink to the A-frame for the ajzprerialion banquet. 79 M55

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78 M55 In Al Il nr:-'I if-11 is u I A what banquet? Where'd this come from? I wonder who sent this? 'tls this some sort of a joke?' No-it wasn't a joke, though we junior girls could barely believe our eyes as we read: Appreciation Banquet to be held in honor of the Ladies of the Junior Class . . . Monday, Jan. 19 . . . 5:00-7:00 . . . A-Frame . . . Semi-formal . . . Please meet in Memorial Lounge at 5:00 p.m. sharp. True to their word, a whole host of junior class men met us in Memorial Lounge. I glanced at my watch. It was 5:20. All of us girls lined up as the guys ap- proached the lounge, and each girl was per- sonally escorted to the A-Frame. In the center of each table was a unique center- piece dreamed up by the guys hosting that table, centerpieces from home-made terrariums to bricks and trees fbranchesh. Thanks to the golden fingers of Steve McClurg, we were treated to some terrific dinner music. It seemed as though everyone was in on the act. Led by Chief Butler David Needham Ccomplete with bowler hat and vestl many junior guys participated as waiters. Lima beans and baked potatoes never tasted so good. The entertainment was memorable. In fact, it left quite an impression! The men's quartet QDave 81 Doug Steward, Steve McClurg, and Cliff Horrb earned an encore singing Sweet Adeline. And we'll never forget Cliff's ballad: Proverbs 32 Blues. By this time, we were quite impressed with the whole program and the great bunch of guys who had made it so special. But when Cliff sang his last song, we shifted from impressed to overwhelmed. You've got a friend, he sang. Yeah-Jesus Christ came to our mind. But even more, we thought of the bond Christ gave us with our brothers at Mult- nomah. Silently, we recounted cherished Carl Thompson

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so M55 Qregon Coast My life is as the seashore: Changing with the seasons: summer and winter, Being tossed about by the wave forces, And shifting with time by the driving winds. My life is full of storms which beat down upon me And wash part of me away. Yet from those storms. I am cleansed And made purer from the tempest. My life is full of paraphernalia, Things collected which should be gathered and thrown away. My thanks go out to you Lord, for you are the cleanser of my soul You alone can wash me clean of my iniquities. For you, Lord, are like the waves: Ever constant. iyy Reflecting that from above, And letting Glory shine through you always. You have power and might in your current, Wearing smooth the rough edges on rocks. And yet gentleness in its time, Stroking, giving peace, tranquility. and serenity. Thank you Lord for caring enough for me to shape me and to use me to Your Purpose. You bring up things from the depth of your sea So I may understand you more fully. I empty myself into you In order to see the glorious depths you have for me. When I compare myself to you, oh Lord. And see my limited borders and your boundless depths I see the vastness that you are And the smallness of myself. Yet you have called to me And beckoned me to follow you. You are ever encompassing me And drawing me in to you. Thank you Lord. that in your consistency, I am reminded of you always, Daily being cleansed in you, Daily being lll restored to Ayouf I Daily learning of your depths, And daily living in your reflecting glory. Karla M. Paul