Antioch College - Towers Yearbook (Yellow Springs, OH)

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4 n Thurman Orville Pattison, Elkland, Pennsylvania Ruth Helen Pederson, Brooklyn, New York Kathleen Florence Penn, Washington Court House, Ohio Madeline Perry, Easz Orange, New Iersey Nathan Cope Plirnpton, Ir., Chicago, Illinois Wilson Kolb Pluckhahn, New Butler, Wisconsin Thomas I. Price, Rochester, New York Albert Gaddis Reese, Brownfield, Pennsylvania Edward Rightor, Yellow Springs, Ohio Reynold Felix Rintala, Ironwood, Michigan II

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MUSIC mi -E! A ' POBABLY the outstandin event of the year in An- 55 -, i' - g tioch's musical program is the establishment of a Victrola record library of fine music. It is believed l ':iil Q L1 that Antioch is the second American college to do this, and it was made possible by the gift of the class of '28. The library now contains the major works of Beethoven, Bach, Brahms, Haydn, Schubert, Tschaikowsky, Wagner, ancl others are constantly being added. Not the least value of these pro- grams comes from the words of explanation given by Mr. Pil- lard, Mr. Terborgh, and Mr. Watson at the different concerts. The band has been most active, and under students, Ku- min, Mattoon, and Peacock, has played at assemblies, athletic meets, indoor and outdoor concerts, and furnished the music for the town I-Iallowe'en Festival. Striving, as it always has, for quality and not quantity, the orchestra's procedure is to provide a finished program at musical vespers each period. Mrs. Broda, as director, has acquainted them with continental music that is unknown in America, such as the opera of the French Revolution, Der Kuhreigen, and the beautiful Der Ewzngeliman. The glee clubs under Mr. Dean follow the same plan, usually giving a joint program with the orchestra. Quartets, trios, and solos, both vocal and instrumental, have appeared and played for the community, as well as a visiting violinist, Michael Wilkimirsky. II3

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g , r Q 1 i i i 6. Qs P -s A Q,-H , , 1 J 4, up ' I I - 3 ' a .fs 4 y s in y W R W i ' 'Q i .K I ffyyfgiqfl VER a hundred men sat quietly under the sparkling K lights of the mammoth stage. Somewhere, from llnglfgfcg afar off it seemed, a thread of melody wavered gi tenderly. My eyes sought in vain for the player. Every man on that platform seemed turned to stone. The wisp floated to every corner of the hall. Were the lights turned low-or was it only a trick of the imagination, fostered by those fairy-like notes. A gleam of light on brasses lifted stealthily to position, a careful attendance to the conductor, then the melody was re- enforced-now by viols, now the wind instruments. With a crashing harmony the entire company joined the drama. The agitated bowing of fifty violins made that half of the stage look as if some giant and many-legged insect had been flipped there on its back by a greater giant who even now perhaps sat on a mountain-top and chuckled at the crazily waving legs. The cellists, erect and aloof, bent woodenly in perfect rhythm, like so many puppets controlled by one guiding thread. The director had become a crazy demon. His whole body raged. With a suddenly outflung arm he pointed as though to name a man the vilest blackguard on earth. As suddenly re- called, the arm swung the viols into line and resumed its beating madness. In such a furious whirl, the breathless attention required by the single melody was not so necessary and I looked about curiously. The percussion men, tense behind the barrage of their instruments, watched eagerly for the signal that plunged them into a brief frenzy. My gaze wandered past them and IIS W .. 1