St Josephs College - Footprints Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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The Indians Spell A BALLAD OF CAPTAIN KIDD The tide comes high and the tide goes low, .liul ever anon thus the full moon rise; And with spades hey come and with spades f li Ihtt they never can pin! where the treasure lies. Two hundred years and more ago When the northeast wind blew free, Hill Kidd. he paced his vessel ' s decks And he says to himself, says he. I ' ve scuttled far and I ' ve scuttled near. And I ' ve got a pile of loot. Now what is a pirate bold to do? And he tapped a thoughtful boot. Oh. Captain Kidd was young and bold, And a gallant man was he. And a pirate brave as a pirate brave That ever sailed the sea. I ' ve guineas and sterling and pieces of eight And nt Spanish coins some score; I ' ve diamonds and rubies, and silver and gold, And jewelry galore. Says he. I ' ll sail on down the sound, For I feel the nor ' east pull. And I ' ll bury my loot at the fairest spot, When the August moon is full. The gold and silver and precious stones He sealed in an iron bound box, And closed the lid and turned the keys Of two ten-pounder locks. Then mit he put from Gardener ' s Isle. When the northeast wind blew free, And down Long Island ' s fair north shore For the fairest spot searched he. On down the coast he sailed awaj By dunes and sand hluffs high. Till he came to a harbor between the hills. Sparkling ' neath the summer sky. Then sails he furled and anchor cast, And saith in his waiting crew. There ' s many a place that ' s fair I ' ve seen, But none like this, it ' s true. Si i he rowed to shore when the night came mi. With sturdy mates to pull; nd they buried the box at the harbor ' s mouth When the August moon was full. [23J5

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musical endeavors, and thus contributed to the majesty of the German music a bit of the more delicate Italian style, producing a combination which is exquisite. In accordance with his romantic character, Schubert wrote rapidly and frequently. He preferred short pieces to long ones, because they more aptly- expressed his momentary moods, his monumental moments. as they have been called. He wrote more than six hundred songs, among which are Hark. Hark, the Lark. The Wanderer. Du Bist Die Ruh, Who Is Sylvia, Ave Maria. The Erlking. Gute X ' acht. and the Winter ' s Journey. These songs perfected the German art-song as it is called, in which the melody predominates, yet has a fitting setting in the accompaniment. Schubert ' s favorite method of variation was to change from a major to a minor, and vice versa. His themes were usually those of love, religion, nature and ecstacy. These were drawn from many sources, especially from the poetry of Goethe and Schiller. But while Schubert ' s songs are his greatest works, he also produced great music of many other types, such as sonatas, variations in 1! flat, masses, arias, waltzes, polonaises, marches, and symphonies — especially his Unfin- ished Symphony in I! minor, and his great Symphony in C major, which has become famous because of its virile rhythm and accent, its scherzo effects, and its fund of melodies exploited in a conversational style between the various instruments rather than by other devices. His operas were never successful because his lyric style was better adapted to shorter pieces, and I).- found it hard to confine his music within the bounds required by the opera, and furthermore, he did not have the necessary knowledge of stagecraft. However, while Schubert often wielded thrilling rhythmic force in his symphonies, it is generally admitted that in the gentler lyric music of his songs he stands supreme. Like all geniuses. Schubert was far in advance of his time. During his lifetime he was almost unrecognized, could rare!} ' sell his compositions, and was usually rebuffed at every step. Yet through all his misfortunes. music was ever his consolation. In his short lifetime of thirty-one years he brought forth over one thousand compositions. When we realize how many of these one thousand works are masterpieces, we can well unite with Beethoven in exclaiming. Certainly here is one who possesses a spark of the divine fire. LOUISE McGOUGH, ' 27. - 4 22

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The Captain drafted a treasure map With a cross where the treasure lay, And back they rowed to the waiting ship, And sailed ere break of day. Then from the woods stole a dusk}- form. For two eyes had watched that night, And an eager heart had waited there Till the ship was out of sight. A fire of wood and thatch he made And, facing toward the sea An oath he swore for his well loved tribe. For a chieftain brave was he. Strange powder he cast into the (lames, And strange words whispered low. And a spell he cast where the treasure lay That only he could know. And never a white man coming there Could raise by the strongest pull The treasure buried by Captain Kidd When the August moon was full. The wind was high when they sailed away. The Captain and his men. And every man of them was dead Ere he ever returned again. ' Tis said two men with a treasure map Discovered where the box was hid, But both fell dead in the full moon ' s light By the spectre of Captain Kidd. Many have come all filled with hope To find where the treasure lay ; And all who came with empty hands Empty-handed have gone away. Two hundred years and more have passed Since Kidd sailed the shining blue. But his loot is buried as ever it was. For the Indian ' s spell holds true. And men who go to hunt for gold Go only to gather wool. And woe to the ones who ma} ' search there When the August moon is full. The tide conns high and tin- tide goes lore, .hid ever anon does the full moon rise; .hid with spades ' hey come and with spades they go, But they never can find where the treasure lies. MARTORIE M. .MURPHY, ' 29. ■•-€{ 24 }