Academy of the Holy Names - JM Yearbook (Albany, NY)

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Holy Names and Duquesne students join forces in a fun -filled dancing lesson. am lvuritzano core Tig Succeed At 8:00 P. M. on Feb. 3, the houselights in our auditorium dimmed and flickered out, the conversa- tion of a capacity audience ceased, and the curtains drew back to reveal a Slavic street scene with a crowd of villagers preparing to celebrate a feastday. As the music began and the dancers started to whirl in their brightly colored costumes, there commenced perhaps the most thrilling evening's entertainment we have ever experienced. The music gay and exciting, the dances spirited and brilliantly executed, the perfomiers young and exuberant - there are not words to express the vitality and stature of the pro- gram presented by tlie Tamburitzans of Duquesne University. The Tammies are a student group at Duquesne which specializes in presenting the delightful folk dances, songs, and music of the Slavic world. Through long and intense practice they are able to pre- sent a polished and distinguished performance. Among the most popular numbers were the Bulgarian Men's Dances, the Pillow Dance and the Bottle Dance. The program also featured selections on the Tamburitza, a string instrument native to the Slavic countries, which resembles a guitar. After the performance the Tammies were entertained at a party given by the Seniors. The Home Ec. Dept. provided the refreshments and the Tammies themselves provided the music. The girls gathered in a big circle and the Tammies taught them some of the simpler folk dances. They wanted to stay all night to practice but the dancers had to get their rest before continuing their tour so the party broke up early. ' We feel fortunate that we were able to engage them for their February 3 appearance and hope to bring them to the Academy again. Page Z6

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WIN TER WALK I walk through halls of crystal Roofed by skies of gray I walk on snow white carpets Left by a winter day. For the crystal Halls are made Of trees by ice glassed o'er And a gate with snow bedecked Becomes my palace door. I walk through halls of crystal Roofed by skies of gray -- And never shall the memory fade Left by a winter day. Kathy Henebry MY SYMPHONY Each day I write a symphony. Its rhythmic rhapsody Is written in my daily deeds, With pulsing harmony. A minor mode moans through dull days When I am ill or sad. And skipping major's merry keys, Befriend me when I'm glad. The movements of my symphony, Interpret lyrically Each moment of my daily rounds, In mellow melody. virginia Emnardr NIGHT IN THE FOREST The sun sinks low o'er the mountaing The moon rides over the hill. In the forest, deep shadows are cast, And the fawn drinks its fill Of the cool water of the mountain stream That rushes and tumbles past. The moon rises higher in the sky, And now the forest is still As the golden twilight fades into night And the moon casts her silver light Upon the sylvan hill. It is night -- the forest is still. Anne Mangano WALLY THE WASP Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. Oh, I'm happy as a bee. Bee? Why, why shou1dn'tl beg I be a bee. That's right. My name is Wally, l'm a wasp. I buzz around peoples' heads and dive bomb holly- hocks. It's so much fun. I love to see silly people running around, just because little ole me is around. They shoo me and shun me or at least they try. They don't understand that I wouldn't hurt a fly, well at least I wouldn't hurt them. They don't give me a chance. All I'd like to do is sit in their hair or on their arm. Oh. maybe a stinger or two might slip, now and then, but never on purpose. Won't you please be nice to the next bee you see -- it might be me -- Wally the bee. Ellen O'Connell Page 28