Concordia College - Concordian Yearbook (Bronxville, NY)

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72 m en 5 . . . Then came a week ' s whirl of singing, traveling, good food, staying at the homes of our hosts, and cheerful, hus-born companionship ...We covered Al- bany, Schenectady, Rome, N. Tonawanda, Lockport, Rochester, and finally Wellesville — where after a big build-up, we didn ' t see a single oil-well . . . From all indications, those who heard our music really enjoyed it, and shared with us the inspiration we experienced in singing ... We were complimented, praised, invited back . . . Our main theme, our main purpose — to Sing unto the Lord a new song. ' ' a oruS Men against the schedule , we rehearsed anywhere and anytime our already burdened routine permitted, in order to supply weekly choral pieces for 10 A.M. services at the Village Church ... A little work ... a little fun . . . Some praise, and satisfaction in doing real well . . . Under the direction of Bob Werberig, who hoped to start a tradi- tion at Concordia . . . . . . Oranges . . grape juice, eggs for every breakfast . . forgotten pajamas . . stuffed baggage racks . . the gar- bage box . . headless Herman . . a super-charged bass section . . Frame churches, white and beautiful against clear, blue skies . . The trip home . . unloading on Faculty Row . . singing in dorms . . wearily to bed . . memories • . to sleep . ,

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SEND OUT THY LIGHT 71 CHERUBIM SONG ... On the morning of January 24. 1951 - with Mr. Mott. Prof. Proehl, Mr. Thien, Mrs. Kalin. Miss Dozer, and . . . 37 bright-shiny faces on hoard, Joe, our driver, aimed his Greyhound hus toward Albany, starting us on a week of sin iin i ... in upstate churches ... a project designed to acquaint more people with, and hring more people to. Concordia . . . BREAK FORTH THEE WITH TENDER CARE NOW THANK WE ALL OUR GOD Fi •O REJOICE, YE CHRISTIANS LOUDLY ' GOD, MY SHEPHERD HOW LOVELY IS THY DWELLING-PLACE . Inexperienced, but blindly confident, we sang our first concert, and later solemnly marched out of the church, realizing how much we had to depend on Mr. Mott . . . and how difficult the timing was in From Depths of Woe . . But with more practice, and attention to the woe- ful spots, we soon ac- quired the necessary skill, and could at intervals turn our attention to the inter- esting places we were visit- ing and traveling through. FROM DEPTHS OF WOE ' •JESU HALLELUJAH, AMEN .. ■■ ' ■AJ THE HEAVENS ARE DECLARING GOD BE IN MY HEAD . . . Long hours oj comic-books, canasta, and cigarettes beside drajty, ice-encrusted windows . . . Joyce and her ukelele . . . sandwiches . . . pickles . . . Low, tingling temperatures, and snow-covered ice on lonely country roads . . . Schriever and his chickens, Gabbert and his window . . . Kruger and his June . . . Fuzzy .

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73 Md Qiw Zkee Peace.. ' ( There was the Chapel . . . with ever an under- stood Welcome . . . where for some twenty min- utes of each day we turned our hearts and minds to Wlevotion and prayer. Our profs were our pastors, well-versed in the knowledge and the preaching of the principles which we came to cherish so greatly ] . . . Then in our last semester, Sieker Hall pro- luced some fledgling ministers, who delivered short 1 sermonettes that had taken hours of conscientious.| preparation and research . . . The Chapel . where strength of faith and belief was granted . nurtured . . . restored . . . where a wooden tree came to have a meaning that was all-embracing, all-important, all-transcending . . . where we were ' nourished in the knowledge of our being members j - - . branches ... of a most priceless body and] ! i