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I want to tell you a brief experiences. On Saturday
night Mrs. Armstrong and I were asking one of our girl students
from Oklahoma, who had not seen Hollywood or Los Angeles, if she
would like for us to drive her around on Sunday afternoon and show
her some of this beautiful Southern California community.
"Oh, no,---I'm sorry, Mr. Armstrong," she replied, "I'd
just love to, but I'll have to spend all my time studying. The
course is very stiff at Ambassador, you know," she smiled. "But
I'm glad it is, and our standards are so high. I just LOVE it!"
I invited two of the young men students, who room
together---one is from Jefferson, Oregon, the other from Santa
Rosa, California---and who are largely working their way thru
college, to come over to our house for the evening.
"That would certainly be nice," they smiled, "but we've
got to study until bedtime."
"So being a student at Ambassador College isn't proving
to be a soft snap, or a lazy man's occupation?" I inquired.
They grinned. "I should say not!" One of them
explained. "But I wouldn't take all the money in the world for
what we're learning!"
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. The WORK at
Ambassador is hard, and lots of it. Our academic standard is the
very highest, our professors all able and experienced. But our
students find time for fun, and I think every one of them will tell
you they have never enjoyed life so much before. Most of them are
taking up tennis, and during noon-hour, and following afternoon
classes the tennis court is a popular place. Personally, tennis
was one of my favorite games as a young man, and although I had not
played it for twenty years, I get great enjoyment, and some much-
needed recreational exercise in getting out on the court for a set
with some of our young people once or twice a week.
We installed table-tennis equipment in the recreational
room, and discovered we had several top-flight players at the
college. One student was champion of his county in Oregon. Mr.
Mattson, business manager, was some kind of champion among the U.S.
Marines in Australia during the war. Mr. Dillon, our college
president, can hold his own with any of them. One of my sons beats
most of them most of the time, and then---to the chagrin of the
boys and men, one of the girls usually beats them all!
I have preached, over the years, before hundreds and
thousands of audiences, but never have I had such INTERESTED
audiences as I now have in my Bible class at Ambassador College.
The entire faculty and student body attends, and several of the
office staff. Their eyes sparkle, and their faces gleam and shine.
They drink in every word hungrily, and seem to realize they are
receiving riches all the money on earth could not buy!
We serve lunches at the college, and lunch hour is a