The Kings College - Crown Yearbook (New Castle, DE)

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Class Review Three years ago, as Freshmen, we constantly said to one another, “When we get to be Seniors—!” Now, it seems, most of our conversations include, “Remember when we were Freshmen!” Or just as likely we say, “Next year we’ll ——” only to stop short with the real- ization that next year there won’t be any “we” except for the visionary trip back to Sky- land in October, or the other re-unions we’ve already begun to discuss. Right now we’re so busy with formals, athletics, yearbooks, late snacks in the room, discussion of (steady now! )— love, and classes occasionally, that we scarcely realize the year is passing away. The thought, of course, makes us sad, for we’ve enjoyed these years together despite the inevitable pangs of changing from immature and callow Freshmen to dignified and completely adult Seniors! Even Gloria, with her passion for roller coasters, and Kathie, with her attachment for her teddy bear have grown up since these early college weeks. (In those days, of course, roller coasters and teddy bears were both a little too childish for either of them.) Of necessity, all such realizations make us think of the basic reason for living: To elorify our Lord and delight in Him forever. In our fellowship with one another we have increasingly come to know the joy of being one in Christ; in the beauty of the campus, the elory of the sunsets back of Belmar, the silver purity of the moon rising above the Delaware, the holy quietness of the green fields in the spring dawns, the brilliance of the evening star over the St. George’s bridge—all of these and a host of others have helped us comprehend a little better, the infinite perfection and beauty of Christ. Surely through the ever increasing flood of years, we shall remember gratefully the se- questered quietude of these times together, the four years at “King’s” before the final plunge into the stream of adult responsibility and service for our Lord Christ.