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

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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

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work. It's been enjoyable, every minute of it. I hope soon to con- tinue my studies with a chap up here who wants to hear me play. I don't quite remember his entire name, but it had something to do with beets and havens. Oh, yes! Beethoven! Perhaps someday I shall play like Rachmaninoff. Until then, to quote my teacher, Back to the scales !', A '7!w Sea by Sue Seelhorst The sea has many moods and seems to be a reflection of man's emotions. g It runs its greedy fingers along the shore, dragging the reluctant shells and sands back into its dark and secret depths. It will rage in sudden, violent anger, swallowing the lives of many men, or raise its gigantic arms proudly to reach for the stars, and then crash and roll into a sigh in its frustration. Though the sea may be as still and as smooth as a mirror, beneath its serene, shining surface the turbulence and violence of its might still lurks. As man's expressions show his mood through his eyes, brows, mouth, and his gestures, so the waves indicate the mood of the sea. When the sea is calm and resting, then the waves are mere whispers on the sands of the beach and murmur their contentment. 'VVhen the sea is playful, the waves begin to swell, grow, and toss their spray in the air, laughing. When it has been offended, it will roll in sullen swells and break upon the beach with a deep, ominous boom. The sea is as vain as a beautiful woman. On a bright, cloudless day it will lie in smooth calmness and let the sun drop diamonds on its bosom. At night, in its black, satiny splendor, it will hug its re- flection of the stars to its breast and catch between its gentle swells the reflection of the moon, and if there is no moon, it will make up for its absence by tossing phosphorus in its large sprays. It is strange that the Creator of all the universe created His ruler of the earth Cmanj and the most powerful force of the earth in such close similarity. In the sea we observe the might and beauty of God. - We happened to sneak a glance at a note being passed in Mrs. White's second period Latin class. It was as follows: Roses are red, Violets are blue, I copied your paper, And I flunked too. 135