The Need for Protestant Reformed High Schools

Dear Mr. Editor: The month was February and ordinarily would have boded snow, ice and coldness. But this day verged on the balmy; a chilly wind whistled, yet aloft in its arms it presaged spring. As I gazed entranced out the kitchen window, I could see the knoll rising bare and bleak on the fringe of our sandy property. Only wispy weeds and frayed milkpods swayed lonesomely in the gusts. And on the west edge of this site of land stretched a row of mongrel trees standing naked and desolate in...