Prairie Bible Institute - Prairian Yearbook (Three Hills, Alberta Canada)

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Strictly behind the scenes 7 ze don±um mationl Preparation completed and plans perfected, the day of the Banquet arrived. But even perfect plans can be foiled—just ask the Decoration Committee! These ingenious artists, however, created crepe-paper substi¬ tutes for our late-arriving daffodils, and our guests were none the wiser. Organized confusion

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Co-Ordinators Invitation Program Executive—John Hegarty, president; Donald Jackson, vice-presi¬ dent; Jean Bond, secretary; Pat McKerihan, vice-secretary; Lloyd Wiebe, treasurer; Luana Picklum, vice-treasurer. rr !Z7 ?£ Jlo ' iJi Wo tzincj (AJL tk Ok sni Organized class work begins in the Junior year at Prairie. Class members form six main committees which work together to plan and produce the annual Junior- Senior Banquet and Program, the climax of the school year, in honour of the Senior Class. Here we have the committees and the Class officers of the 1953 Juniors. Supper Motto Decoration

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zSzz jant± unto Scurrying waiters became calm, sedate singers and speakers in a matter of a few moments as the banquet guests filed into the tabernacle for the traditional Junior Program. Hearts were refreshed, encouraged, and challenged as the Juniors of 1953 told what it means to be Christ’s “servants unto all.” CLASS POEM A Servant unto All A servant? No. How oft I shirk the strenuous toil, Distasteful work. How often do I seek to spare Myself from aught of tears and care. For others? Why? I owe them naught. ’Tis bothersome For me to drop My plans and pleasures, industry, And bear their burdens patiently. Oh, traitor base! How can I sing the praise of Christ Or call Him King? My words are false as Judas’ kiss If I refuse a life like His. For Jesus served. The King laid down His rank, His rights, His glorious crown. He, sinless from eternity, Stepped down into humanity. He chose on earth No life of ease; compassionate, He healed disease. He travailed in Gethsemane, Then bore cruel death to ransom me. Oh shame that I Should ever shirk! Let me be strong To do Thy work; Renouncing petty, selfish plans, May I, like Thee, have helping hands. A servant? Yes! I would not aim for higher place Than Thou didst claim. Help me to be, whate’er the call, A loving servant unto all. —Patricia McKerihan