1968 Miracle Yearbook

Students Friends are like the sturdy oaks that rustle in the breeze when the summer suns are gone ... Like the boughs of spicy evergreens pressed against our lives to shelter from the wintry blast ... Friends are like low blooming flowers that break at spring to light our path ... Like the perfumed roses dropping petals of happiness around our door ... Friends are like green mosses clinging close to running brooks ... Like the flowing streams spread- ing their moisture along the fields and asking no reward or pay ... Friends are like the shady nooks giving sweet release at evening's hush ... Like the broad expanse of softest green and copper bronze to delight the eye ... Friends are like the gentle whisperings of a love divine ... Forgiving and forgetting without a tinge of blame. Bertha Keiningham