Black Hawk College - Sauk Yearbook (Moline, IL)

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MR. ARTHUR WILSON begins his film-lecture, llll-School Uunlticaliuns Hild Zesl lu College lile France is More. Belting out What Shall We Do With a Drunken Sailor, the Coachmen Quartet opened a sea- son of interesting assemblies. The group, composed of students from Illinois State and Illinois Wesleyan Universities, sang a repertoire of folk songs. ln October, Mr. Arthur F. Wilson presented a film-lecture, entitled France is More, fea- turing colorful scenes filmed in France. Another assembly featured concert pianist, Ida I-lartman, who played a number of compo- sitions by Brahms, Beethoven, and Chopin. Speaking on the Scientific Control of Human Behavior, Dr. Leonard D. Goodstein pre'- sented a program in January. Dr. Goodstein is the professor of psy- chology and director of the University of Iowa Counseling Service. Later in the season, Mr. and Mrs. Walter Haedrich presented a flute and harpsichord concert, Mr. Charles Clabaugh, Illinois state legislator, commented on the film, The Maritimes in Summer. Dr. Leonard D. Goodstein

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Indian Summer These are the ghosts of my fathers: the hazes that dance in the distance. These are the smokes of the campfires they built in their numberless journeys, There are their buffalo legions, those cumulus clouds on horizons. Listenl for you can imagine their songs in the quiet of evenings. Here trod my moccasined people. the lords and the chiefs of the heartlands: lllini, Kickapoo, Foxes, the Sioux and the Potawatomi, Sachems: Cahokia warriors, Peoria and the Kaskaskia, Tall as the Indian corn and as steady and brave as the beaver. These are the grounds where they hunted and trapped and made war with each other. Here stood their forests, in Autumn Great Manitou painted their foliage. Women here gathered their herbs, their medicinal roots and the berries. Yonder they tended their plantings of maize and of squash and tobacco, These were their meadows for grazing, tall grasses that waved in the breezes. Here stood their lodges of bark, of buffalo hide and of beaver, Here where you've crowded your lawns and the boxes you're wont to call houses Hiding the sod of the prairie with paving and city and suburb, Selling your spirit each day in the market you've learned to call commerce, 3artering freedom each minute and slaving and dying by inches, -laving no thought what it means to be free as the wolf on the prairie! You who have taken my lands while pretending at civilization You who have slaughtered my bison and driven me ever westward Kou who have poisoned my grass with the sludge and the smudge of your cities, TT 'ause in your infantile play and look upl lt is Indian Summer! Iome, let your being expand and breathe deep of the spirit of freedom 'hinkl are you worthy of land, of the prairies you took from the red man? -low have you tended my valleys? How will you account to my people? R,,,,e,, 0, B

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Ida Hartman THE COACHMEN QUARTET sing one of their favorite folk songs to the accompaniment of a folk-banjo.