Indian Head Collegiate - Whisper Yearbook (Indian Head, Saskatchewan Canada)

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THE WHISPER 33 The Pip es of Pan No, we don’t confess to owning reed instruments, but we do aver that music there is — and abundant. Therefore, why shouldn’t we name our column af¬ ter that maker of musical instruments, Pan ? Did I say we had an abundance of music ? Well, it’s true ! We include everything from Clifford’s blithe whist¬ ling, to the master works of our orches¬ tra. Always we have had some musical talent and less often a musical body. This year, however, we have an even greater amount of musical talent, and an orchestra which is all that is to be desired at our “lits.” We note the ex¬ istence of two choruses last autumn— the junior and senior students, which tho’ of short duration, rounded out quite agreeably the program of our graduation exercises. To those students who so willingly aid our musical programs thruout the year, we tender a vote of thanks. Not thanks, yet a sincere ap¬ preciation we give those who have so faithfully served on our orchestra. Not only have they made the “lits” possible, but they have given also that concert effect to our other social endeavours without which much, both in the way of “atmosphere” and music, would be lost. Music is so essential a thing in our school life that we cannot really realize our need of it till we have lost it. Grade Twelve hunted despairingly for a good definition of music which would em¬ brace all those emotions that arise when good music is played or when a dischord pccurs. This is the best that we found : I AM MUSIC ! Servant and master am I ; servant of those dead, and master of those living. Through me the spirits immortal speak the message that makes the world laugh, and weep, and wonder and worship. I tell the story of love, the story of hate, the story that saves and the story that damns. I am the incense upon which prayers float to Heaven. I am the smoke which palls over the field of battle where men lie dying with me on their lips. I am close to the marriage altar, and when the graves open I stand nearby. I call the wanderer home, I rescue the soul from the depths, I open the lips of the lovers, and through me the dead whisper to the living. One I serve as I serve all; and the king I make my slave as easily as I sub¬ ject his slave. I speak thro’ the birds of the air, the insects of the field, the crash of water on the rockribbed shores, the sighing of wind in the trees, and I am even heard by the soul that knows me in the clatter of wheels on city streets. I know no brother, yet all men are my brothers ; I am the father of the best that is in them and they are fathers of the best that is in me ; I am of them and they are of me. For I am the in¬ strument of God. I am Music. From which we realize that music is an intangible something definite only when dealt with in the abstract. Aside from its value in the days to come music serves a very decided purpose in the school regime. That deadly monotony, or, at the least, that lack of interest which may arise with the coincidence of too much homework and too little social life in our school life is only effectively quelled (particularly in winter time) with the addition of music—even if it’s only a little jazz coaxed out of the ever- sociable piano. Our Orchestra : Ida Thompson, pianist. Bud Lindsay, banjo. Allan Holden, saxophone. Roy Dillabaugh, saxophone. Marvyn Faryon, trombone. Art Seaby, cornet. Len Faryon, clarinet. Under the able leadership of Marvyn

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32 THE WHISPER The Senior Basketball Team Ethel Robertson, Grace Badenoch, Edna Ford, Nora Taylor, Violet Rogers .Jean Boone. Isabelle Thomson Margaret Boone, Grace Irwin One of the Lovely Garden Scenes at the Forestry Farm

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34 THE WHISPER Faryon. And having reached thus far I am tempted to recall that after this comes next year, and many years, all, I hope, to be filled with music. There is a good standard before us and a high one, but we cannot but admit that it could be still higher and better. Will you do your best, fellow students, particularly those of yoti who are younger ? D. JOHNSON, Grade XII. Indian Head’s Public School —Where most of us got our start!