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Page 95 text:
My Education in Music
My earliest attempt at vocalizing was when I first entered this vale
of tears and burst into clarion song. When I was about one year old or
so, I had a habit of bursting into song at divers times of night and day,
songs of my all-powerful emotions, thirst, hunger, warmth,and cramps.
Being unskilled, I would immediately rise to a Crescendo in a vain attempt
to ruin both lungs and throat. Through the ministrations of my mother,
l learned to modulate my tones to retardendo, then diminuendo, and then
stop. Other musical outbursts, from then till six years, were the results
of firm applications of the palm of the hand, to that portion of my anat-
omy where it did the most good. Thus at a very early age I had a careful
and judicious training of my Vocal cords.
On entering the primary grades, I was instructed in the mechanical
side of singing, i. e., scales. The chef cl, oeuvre of all my attempts in song
was "Pussy, come and look at me". Within the next two years, I learned
to sing patriotic songs and psalms with real fervor and expression.
At this time, I decided that Paderewski had ruled the musical roost
long enough. I began to take lessons on the piano. Oh, the stiff wrists,
sore fingers, and aching back from which I suffered the first few weeks.
What disillusionment when I learned that I was not to play Mozart, Beet-
hoven, Liszt, et al. the first day, but finger exercises. But I was enthus-
iastic, until "marble time" and "aggie time" came around. I longed to be
outside, and always thought up excuses in order to get out. In a word, I
was sick of piano playing. The break came soon. The teacher rapped
my knuckles too hard. I quietly stood up, and with calm deliberation
thumbed my nose at her, and in calm and even tones consigned her to the
abyssmal depths of Avernus. Thus was Paderewski saved from being
driven into oblivion. That incident ended my musical education once
and for all.
Of course, during the years following, I learned to play on the har-
monica, and on the "Kazoo". As for vocalizing, I sang whenever the
fancy struck me, and later in the High School Glee Club and Tuesday
chorus. Although not a critic, I can now appreciate, or deprecate music,
vocal or instrumental. And I want you to listen well!-I absolutely
approve of "jazz".
Page 94 text:
"Yes, Permanent. I had it done two weeks ago. Do you really
like it ?"
"Yes", said Jimmy weakly, and kindlier thoughts of Janet and her
trim boyish clip filled his mind.
The "ideal" chattered amiably for a few moments. Desperate, Jimmy
sought relief by asking her another question.
"If it's not too personal," he ventured, "I'd like to ask your age." He
was treading dangerous ground he knew. He awaited her reply anxiously.
V "Fifteen-next month," she lisped sweetly, "but I'm very old for my
"My goshfi' groaned Jimmy under his breath.
I beg your pardon ?" she queried sharply.
"I said, 'Really?'."
"Oh no, you didn't!"
"Oh, yes, I did--but you see I was under the impression that you
were older and you rather surprised me."
"Oh," she nodded, "now you tell me how old you are. You really
ought to now, you know."
UI? Why,-er-I'm twenty", he admitted falteringly.
The "ideal's" cherubic countenance, fairly gleamed. "Oh-oh!" she
murmured, "how perfectly To-mem-tic!"
He started the car abruptly. "Let's be going", he said shortly.
"It's getting late."
"I could stay here forever!" sighed the owner of the permanent wave.
"I couldwtfi' said Jimmy meaningly.
A half an hour later, a breathless, rumpled specimen of humanity,
which was Jimmy, bumped squarely into Tom Maynard standing in the
doorway of the Bungalow.
"Where's the ideal?" asked Tom shyly.
"Gone home!" glowered Mr. Hardwick. "Where's Janet?"
"Inside, dancing with Ted. You'd better hurry if you want to cut-in.
This is the last dance. But what about the ide-?"
"Shut up!" snapped Jimmy, "or I'll be tempted to disflgure your
"In that case, I'll be moving. See you tomorrow. Good luck, old man!"
A few moments later, with the saxophones moaning the latest Charle-
ston fox-trot and Ted glowering menacingly from the "stag" line, Jimmy
and Janet were dancing half-time to her heart's content and Jimmy was
really enjoying himself for the first time that evening.
As the music changed to "Home Sweet Home", they swung into a
slow waltz and Jimmy smiled contentedly.
"Gee, Janet, you're a wonderful little dancer!"
"So's your old man!" she parried saucily.
And he let it go at that.
Page 96 text:
Today has been a glint of green,
A purple haze, a silver sheen,
The sky dipped down to meadow's edge,
And merged into a barren ledge.
How could these hours more magic hold-
Deep fragrant hours of blue and gold?
Today a hill's necklace of trees
Was painted green to please the breeze
That folded back the yellow frills,
And laces of the daffodils,
Then spread a rosebud's breath afar,
And left its perfume-door ajar.
Today the lake stretched eager hands
To catch the gold in silken strands,
And hid it in her bosom. None
Would know she stole it from the sun.
How could the day more beauty hold-
This day replete with blue and gold?
WHAT CONSTITUTES A SCHOOL
With apologies to Sir William Jones
What constitutes a school?
Not high-raised marble walls or tended ground
Ball field or swimming pool,
Not fluted columns with green ivy wound,
Where birds chirp cheery calls,
Not book on book in libraries displayed,
Not large and airy halls,
With parquetry or bright mosaic laid,
No: Souls of girls and boys
That shoulder their responsibilities,
That share their cares and joys,
That friendly are, that aim to serve and please
That shun the worldly fool,
And study not for marks, but work to learn,
That bid Dame Honor rule,
That cling to right and all that's evil spurn-
These constitute a school.
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