Helt Township High School - Old Rose and White Yearbook (Dana, IN)

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iiom mimi rcsmn OLD ROSE AND WHITE OK CHESTRA Front row—Lloyd Bowling, Gilbert Larue, Glenn Ferguson, Margaret Inman. Back row—Agnes Aikman, Miss Prentice. Frances Dunn, Louise McBride. Of all the arts music is the most potent. It appeals to more people both emotionally and intellectually than any other known means. It brings about subtle shades of feeling which most carefully selected words are powerless to convey. It leads the hearts and minds of men to regions far removed from every day life. The orchestra of nine members deserves much credit and praise. Only two old members, Louise McBride and Gilbert Larue are again with us, the others having their first experience with orchestra work. They have played at all school functions this year and for events outside of school activities. Members are: Margaret Inman, violin; Elnora Dicken, violin; Agnes Aikman, violin; Floyd Bowling, violin; Cumae Price, clarinet; Gilbert Larue, Saxaphone; Glen Ferguson, trombone; Frances Dunn, drums; Louise McBride, pianist; Miss Prentice, director. Miss Prentice. 9 2 8 iimiiiniiimnii555 Page thirty-eeven

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Ifrui! OLD ROSE AND WHITE ■■■■g Q U A RT E T Front row—Gertrude Chelf. Rack row—Francis Dunn, Virginia Grimes, Louise McBride. The girls’ quartet worked earnestly, learning many numbers appropriate for baccalaureate and other school functions. Encouragement is given each member to continue musical work. The boys’ quartet also deserves credit for working under difficulties. We hope to have a fine boys’ quartet prepared to give numbers for any school event. The girls’ glee club deserves honorable mention. They have worked diligently this year, learned several songs; have sung at Parent-Teachers meeting and are to furnish some numbers for baccalaureate and commencement. Page thirty-six 19 2 8

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 OLD ROSE AND WHITE TEN TRIPS TO THE OFFICE Maybe I’ve sat and wondered. And again, maybe not, How the office in a high school Can be the dreary spot. Now I’ve been on the carpet Twenty times or more, And of course I know the feeling When you turn and close the door. And there sits he, The true, honest and brave. You bow your head and walk forward. And take it like a slave. You go back to your cell And gently take your seat, And you wish that you could quit, For you know that you are beat. Now the thing that is funny, (But I see through it anymore), Is that everything that is done Is laid at my back door. How they do this To an innocent boy like me, And think me so mean, Is more than I can see. Now if they keep this up, They might make me bad, But of course that would be hard to do. For I’m not that kind of a lad. Now, getting back to the office, As I said before, I know every step From the assembly to the door. Page thirty-eight 9 2