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

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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

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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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.5 . ' c ,4 L S. A. I. SONGS hCONTlNUEDJ hTunewHe's a New Kind of Mam He's a good kind of man with a good kind of way to teach And we all agree when we say that hehs a peach When Mr. Spach counts 1-2-3 We sing out do-re-mi. When you see him beat time You know solfege is his line. I nearly faint when he says I gotta. sing a scale. When I'm unprepared he calls on me without fail. When he looks cross at me I can't tell re from 5i. , He's a mighty good sort and he's the teacher for me. E I L I P hTunewCharlie', My 3030 Oh! Doctor dear, 011 Auburn Hall Sheik, You thrill me, you chill me, you cannot be beat. Youhve got that kinda sorta bit of a way That makes me, quakes me, tells me what I shall play. And when you yell, I do not rebel At pages and pages of Chopin and Brahms. They tell me Paderewski is some player too, But say he should have taken lessons from you Artist you are-you shine like a stathr. Liszniewski. hTunewOld Oaken BuckefJ How dear to our hearts is Madame Liszniewska, Dear artist whose heart is as great as her fame, She gives inspiration to all those about her And ali who know her honor her name. Students and teachers, the public that hears her Admires when she plays or whate'er she may do. Our patroness, teacher, our friend and admirer, We're here to pay our deepest homage to .you. Page 131