Concordia College - White and Blue Yearbook (Milwaukee, WI)

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YAN a coe mR St ein AR RENN A HES RHNNIONINS, SORA NSAI AE YR ROAR OME VND A uate MUR ORA SG Ry ALANNA RIN Abner namin semsnnmnetyaf SRN Rt ASA pC SA TNR AR ETAT RAR NEI Se RR ERS EEA SRE ERENT, eas AKANE TRAIT AN OTEANEe een THE WHITE @ AND BLUE WW i Ese CRS Ohre ape aia: of Good Mavic 12029 O85 O 2 Ge=O-=O1 = Ges Oer Hes Wee Bor G se Oss Ors Oe-O== Os: 0228-7 O28 ec Ore re ae “(rive me some music; that piece of song, That old and antique song we heard last “Song makes the sad night joyful, it gives courage to the faint-hearted, and the haughty it makes more gentle.” Methought it did relieve my passion much ; More than light airs and recollected terms Of these most brisk and giddy-paced times.” STAT : —Shakespeare. ” pOO1cOts Ose nertOri bt ereceros EO Coroners ory peta ies Bi en a hh sets Rey reer Yer fet fet ey eet tet See tee ee ee ee ee eee eee eee ee ee eee Music has been very aptly called the. language of the soul. What a privileged position it enjoys among all the fine arts! And indeed, not merely privileged; we do not hesitate a moment to assign to it one of the most important places among all branches of human achievement. No other art can so directly carry on discourse with our inner man; no other can so powerfully create and dispel moods of the human mind. We may sit en- grossed over a painting created by the most celebrated representative of that art; or we may be profoundly impressed by a strikingly beautiful passage in verse; but music alone can steal to the very bottom of our hearts and there impart to us, in a language intelligible to us all, those feelings and emotions which words fail to utter. True, on some of us its influence may be less marked, while others, endowed with a greater natural or acquired amount of musical appreciation, will be stirred to the inmost depths of their souls. But the heart which is entirely immune, the soul that is wholly unsusceptible, to its various influences is rare in the entire human race. Says Beattie, “Ts there a heart that music cannot melt? Alas! how is that rugged heart forlorn.”’— As just indicated, music exerts various influences, and this because of the various moods it assumes. There is in the first place merry music, music as we find it in the lively tempo of the rondo, as contained in the sprightly waltz movement, music which relieves our care-pressed soul and “exalts her in enlivening airs’. Music of this kind has been sung by poets all through the ages as the best means of dispelling gloomy and melancholy thoughts and moods. And indeed, which of us cannot remember similar experiences, when the joyful, sunny strains of sweet music brought cheer to a saddened heart, when spirits, weighed down with worries and cares, were brightened, when even life began once more to take a blissful aspect? Its power to drive away all traces of gloom and to place whole groups of people in a joyous frame of mind accounts for its presence at the most gor- geous royal banquets as well as at the merry-making of the humblest peasant folk, for “music is the medicine of an afflicted rel and joy is heightened by exultant strains.”—A similar influence we find exerted by military music, music of a martial order. Ask any war veteran, regardless of the banner under which he fought, and he will be able to recall many instances of the change in the spirits of entire companies brought about by the lively military Page Forty-six