Eastman School of Music - Score Yearbook (Rochester, NY)

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BIG SISTERS The Junior Class, ever alert for new tricks, founded the project of Big Sisters this year. So great was its success in aiding Freshmen women to become more quickly accustomed to a new environment, that the Sophomore Class has gladly accepted the challenge to carry it on. The plan of Big Sisters is to have a Junior girl responsible for a Freshman girl during Freshman week and the first week of school. The Freshman class was so large this year that each Junior had two little sisters and the majority had three. Questions were answered, advice was given on clothes to wear, furnishings for rooms, where to purchase things, etc. Introductions to upper classmen were made and also Freshmen became better acquainted among themselves in less time than other years. During the summer letters were written by the Big Sister to her prospective Little Sister, volunteering.to answer any questions the little sister wished to ask, informing her about the school, climate, things to bring, etc., and welcoming her to her new home. In many cases last summer quite an extended correspondence was conducted and formal introductions between Big and Little Sisters were hardly necessary. At the conclusion of the first week of school-September 28th-a big picnic was held at Ellison Park for Junior and Freshmen girls. It was a glorious afternoon of fun and companionship, and everyone agreed that the pangs of home-sickness, so common in the first few weeks, were dealt a deadly blow by the new project. The Junior Class wishes to express appreciation to the Administration and Student Body for their splendid cooperation, and to extend to the Sophomores best wishes for continued success in this undertaking. sl 98

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FACULTY BUHLESUUE The Chief asked me if I wasn't a musician once, and I had to admit it was true. Well, get over to the Eastman School. There's a student missing, and it looks like somebody on the faculty is mixed up in it. You'd better not let on youire a detective. Here's the dope. Good Luck! I took the piece of paper he handed me and beat it. One John Freshman, a student, had suddenly disappeared. The student body was upset about the whole thing and inti- mated the faculty knew more than they were telling. It was up to me to get something out of them and find that student. I finally decided I'd say I was from some town' out West and our Music Teachers Association had asked me to visit the school so I could tell them about it. It was pretty feeble, but I couldn't think of anything better. When I got to the school the registrar was nice about it and suggested I visit some of the classes. He called in a young man standing in the hall and introduced us. The young man said sure come along, he was just going to class. We went to a room in the Annex. A few students were already there, but what interested me most was a man sitting at the piano playing scales and arpeggios up and down the entire keyboard. He had every appearance of being in a trance, as he noticed no one and was serenely oblivious of the terrific amount of sound he produced. Unable to take my eyes away from him, I was suddenly horrified to notice the grand piano begin to rock. At first only a slight shudder, the movement began to gain momentum as he continued thundering up and down on the keys. The playing grew louder and louder, the piano rocking from side to side, until I was sure it must at any moment turn turtle. What might have happened had he continued I do not know for at that moment he began to play Goetterdaemmerung from memory. This was followed by the Brahms Paganini Variations and he finished off with the Schu- mann Carnival. The only change I was able to notice in the man himself was that his hair got mussed up. This he combed with his fingers. Then he stood up and calmly began calling the roll. When he came to John Freshman's name he said he supposed the reason Mr. Freshman never came to class anymore was that he was writing starts and couldn't stop. That was all the information I got because before I could speak to him after class he had seated himself at the pinao. As I left he was playing scales and arpeggios again. We were early for the next class so we went into a little room I later learned was an office. I was introduced to several people, but it was with difiiculty that I made out where they were sitting as the room was filled thickly with smoke. As I became accustomed to the atmosphere I discovered the cause of it. Each man was smoking a pipe. Lighting a cig- arette in self-defense I settled back to listen to the argument that was going on. My escort addressed the man sitting at the desk. I ,think the Metropolitan has the best chorus in the country. How do you feel about it? Well, I'1l tell you. I agree in a way. But SAY have you heard my choir at Brick Church? With a sudden inspiration I interrupted: Isn't Johnny Freshman in your choir? I was completely ignored as the man at the desk suddenly began rummaging through a pile of music. Discovering what he wanted he held it up for the others to see. It was Stravinsky's Symphony of Psalms. Do you see this? We're doing it a week from Sunday and if those tenors just come in here right -he sang to illustrate- it's going to be swell. Somebody noticed the time and the group dispersed. I had an idea there might be something here to give me a clue. Since nobody appeared to notice that I wasn't leaving too, and my former companion had apparently forgotten about me, I had a free hand. I went through the entire office carefully. What I found gave me plenty to think about. The man with the choir was certainly implicated in the disappearance of the student. I went out quietly with several papers hidden in my pocket. I was free to go where I chose and wandered around trying to listen at doors. I didn't have much luck until I notice one door partly open. I heard: La vee doo college est laboroose, et c'est par la qu'elle est bun-- I looked through the glass. The teacher seemed to be suffering. She fiinched at every word. Finally unable to stand more she stopped him. 100