Ball High School - Purple Quill Yearbook (Galveston, TX)

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had been taken. It hadnit been. They made their way over to me. And their number-it had increased by one. You wouldn't think that an increase of just one could make such a change, but today their voices drifted up not as the chatter it had been before, but as beauti- ful sounds full of meaning. Gee, Betty, how do you think you did on that history test F I don't know. It was really hard, I thought. Oh, Rose, did I tell you what happened in English today? You know Richard doesn't sit behind me any more, and he was passing me a note and the teacher caught him and kept it. She still has it.', Can,t you two ever think about anything but school? I have some new records, and Jane, you've just got to come home with me after school to hear themf' I'd love to, Betty, but can't make it until tomorrow. I promised Alfred I'd go with him this afternoon. All at once I realized that Spring wasn't almost here, but it had already arrived. I could feel the buds swelling as if they were all going to burst forth at once. CLLUVL A brilliant globe of light ascends slowly o'er the horizon Spreading wide its slender fingers of gold, And then gradually takes on a brighter hue As the streams of light grow more bold. The sky grows pale and is brushed with rose. The blades of grass are fresh and wet, And the shimmering drops of dew are like Diamonds strewn on emerald velvet. Each waking flower nods its head. The early breezes whirl and play As the sleeping earth slowly hearkens - To the call of the new day. And then the sun does fully proclaim The coming of the morn, But it is merely a fulfillment Of the promise of the dawn. by Shirley Robinson 131

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SERGEI-fContinued from Page 1039 At the end of two years at hard labor, my teacher decided that I was ready for something newg so we began working on the scales: major, minor, chromatic, and every other species in the book. I was getting disgusted. Then the day arrived when I was allowed to work on a real composition for the first time. I worked zealously every day, and at the end of one month I played the piece for my teacher. I-Ie had but one comment, Back to the scalesf, After a few more months of scales, I learned a number of compo- sitions which, my teacher thought, were good enough to be played in a recital, so a hall was procured, and on the fateful night of De- cember 16 I made my debut. I was sweating blood, and my teacher was a bit nervous too. We were both breaking each other's necks to see who would look between the curtains first to see the crowd coming in. At precisely 9:30 we were ready to begin. The concert was scheduled for 8:00 o'clock. The house was packed with relatives, teachers, two janitors, and twenty men from the finance company. It seems the piano wasn't paid for. I nervously walked out, took a bow, and commenced to torture the poor unfortunates who were gath- ered to hear what they thought was going to be a recital. I Things went well, and at 11:00 o'clock I took my last liquid bow CI was float- ing in perspirationl, and swam off the stage. Everyone left except Mom and Dad, who were trying to commit suicide when I stopped them. Such was my first recital. Concert after concert followed this first attempt, and soon every- one in Galveston knew the lanky fellow who liked to make like Rach- maninofff' There was a lot of hard work behind all of those concerts, and I was proud of my achievements, small as they were. Time passed and I was growing old. I went to Paris where I stud- ied under the great Shmojinsky, and then I began a tour of the world. New York, London, Berlin, Rome, Vienna, Moscow . . . I toured them all. I was invited to play before the king of Lower Slobbovia, but he found out at the last minute that I was already married and didnit need a sweet lovable girl from there to keep house for me. I had twenty-one children, one more than Bach. That was my greatest achievement in life. When I died I was buried in Southminster Abbey. The west wing hadn't been constructed as yet. And now, as I look down from my lofty position in heaven, I wonder if someone hasn't made a mistake and given me a ticket to the wrong place. Music did much for me. It gave me an appreciation for the better things in life, and it also gave me quite a headache. But I'm glad I pursued music as my life's 133