Cincinnati Conservatory of Music - Pans Pipers Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

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S. A. I. SONGS uTunea-dAdoration Waltm To play with finest feeling To master technique too, To raise each finger sky high To make each note clear and true To hear you say Bravo! And never Pll kill myself I work from morn till late at night With admiration, Mr. Thalberg of you And all your students seem to share my admiration Thally, dear, of you. uTuneuRemember Remember Mrs. Crowley's classes Sight singing-dictation too, Remember how scared you were When she'd look around and call on you. Remember your voice was shaky Your book trembled-uyou let it fall. Then Mrs. Crowley smiled and you decided It was Worth HF-after all. CFuneuIMy Buddw There're times we loaf and don't want to work, We moan and groan and lessons we Shirk, Mr. Leighton, Mr. Leighton. What makes us do you like we do. You talk, explain, to make us do right, It sometimes seems we simply aren't bright, Mr. Leighton, Mr. Leighton, Just the same we think a lot of your uTuneuSome of these daysu Some of these daysqu goinu to play the organ, Some of these daysHIt takes a lot of work, It's up-hill pulling, I feel so stupid, In spite of practice, which I never Shirk, My poor feet protest, they can't go sliding Across' the pedals many different ways, But with a teacher like Mr. Titus,' Do you doubt I'll play the organ Some of these days? try. x3 Ji-dJ-v 5 J- x. H' qki AIQH-u 'L K I 5 , V J! Page 1 79

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MU PHI EPSILON SONGS tTuneeBach Invention, No. 8t . Whoe'er your teacher be He will make you buy that Evans Book of Bach. And then you'll practice uTa tee ta tee ta tee ta tee . Everywhere you'll hear them, Those above you, those below you, Those across the hall. All the fat ones, all the thin ones, And the dumb-bells one and all, Hear you practice the works of John Sebastian Bach. tTuneeI Cantt Get the One I Wantt Mister Spach says, Get that tone! Then we moan and we groan, 'tSoI, la, sol, do, sol, fa . We've had teachers by the'score, tMaybe less and maybe moret But theytve all been M-A-R-R-I-E-D! I've got a good head, a brilliant career, But Spachie always gets on his ear. Tell me, what can the trouble he? Doggone it! I cantt get the ones I want, Those I get he dontt want! If I get them, Whattll become of me? Utll flunk the boardsJ tTunHExperiencet We all hear Mr. Verd Say, Keep your finger there,,. You do not get that right, I'm telling you I But we love him 50, Though he keeps us on the go. How in the world d,you find that out? Experience!

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S. A. I. SONGS iCONTINUE Di iTuneeDoodle de dooi Please sing for me that first melody It goes la sol 19. 501-43 sol la sol, Please sing it through and whenever you do Sing sol fa sol fa-sol fa sol fa, These are'the Words of our selfege master When asked to go slow he dictates much faster. We canit get that stuff and there's no way to bluff. Mr. Spach in his class of selfege. iTune-Limehouse Bluesi Campused you say? Well who is to bluma. Lights must go out, 'tho' indeed W: a shame, Lights are expensive and daylight is cheap And we are told that others must sleep. A little tap on your door after ten Means somebody's head will follow right in. HNot in bed yet? Why what does this mean, What happens then remains to be seen. iTuneb-Beta Sweethearti How'd you like to study on the fiddle With a teacher who is named Perutz. How'd you like to see him stand there smoking While your heart is sinking in your rboots. Howid you like to see him calmly fanning When you are working all the day, Oh youid like iFOh my yes, youid love it, That's what all his students say. iTuneeSweet Little Youi Oh! Mr. Verd, Pm thinking about you, Oh! Mr. Verd, always fretting about you. Everytime I look into your eyes, I find that my feelings I no longer can disguise, Those mystic brown eyes that I i-d-o-l-i-z-e They are always haunting me. He plays Bach and Mozart boo, That's not all that he can do. Youid be surprised if you knew. Pager 180