Warrensburg Latham High School - Cardinal Yearbook (Warrensburg, IL)

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ORCHESTRA Top row: Waggoner, I. Schroeder, Dresbach, H. Baum, Ireland. Middle row: Eyman, Kretzer, Fickes, Major, K. Albert, Pease. Sitting: E. Lehn, Albert, Rogers, Buckley, L. Lehn, Senour, Waller.

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MUSIC IN THE COMMUNITY. One of the chief factors, it seems to me, in the make-up of a successful community, is the get-together spirit on the part of its inhabitants. One can never have this spirit to excess, I believe, but sometimes we find the wrong kind of places and the wrong kind of amusements in which this very valuable characteristic finds expression. This is where music in the community comes in, and rather than make general statements which may apply to any community, I wish to say a few definite things about music in Warrensburg. The interest in and the desire for self-expression in music originated among many people long before any of us ever came to this high school, but something of a revival came about last year as a result of the work on the operetta “Miss Cherryblossom.” Many of us hoped, at that time, that orchestra work might be continued, and many attempts have been made since to organize a permanent orchestra— so far without any real success. Although I have said without any real success, yet the attempts have not failed, for any honest fffort is a reward in itself. Moreover, the sympathy and good will of the community have made themselves felt in every public appearance of any of the would-be musicians of Warrensburg, and I can assure you that they have been appreciated. It has been with many doubts, very high hopes, and much confidence in the support of the community, that orchestra work among the high school pupils has been undertaken. The doubts have been these: whether, considering the absolute lack of any preparation on the part of most of the students, such a project couid be successfully carried through. I know of no other school boasting an orchestra, in which some music has not been taught in the years preparatory to the high school course. Of necessity, a music course in the grades has never been introduced here. But our people, regardless of this obstacle, have gone into the work with a vim and vigor that has worked wonders. They are to be praised. Our hopes lead us to wish to make this orchestra a permanent asset to Warrensburg. In order to do this it is necessary that the pupils be kept to the grindstone,—that the instruments they are learning to play be not laid away the first of June with their school books, to be picked up again the first of September; it is necessary that they have the hearty support of their parents and of the community, and we ask you to let them know that you are back of them. With these things assured, we need have no doubts or fears as to the success of this enterprise. A successful school orchestra will mean much to every inhabitant of Warrensburg; it will mean many enjoyable afternoons and evenings for both old and young. With all these pleasant and profitable “get-to-gethers” ahead of us, let’s all shoulder a little responsibility and boost the Warrensburg Community High School Orchestra.

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LITERARY SONNETS FROM THE JUNIOR AND SENIOR ENGLISH CLASS. To him who in the life of loneliness Lives not a moment’s life in loveliness Hears not the warbling, twittering songs of birds, Nor the rippling of the bubbling, flashing brook: Sees not the shepherd with his flocks and herds, In peaceful valley or in shady nook; Feels not the golden rays of the sun Whose loveliness doth all the world enamour; Tastes not the honey from the bee’s hive won— Nor any other sweetness that encumbers; Smells not the sweetness of the nectared flower— For him who lives as in a mouldering tower, There’s yet a place to go where he will find The world of beauties he has left behind. Miriam Baumgartner ’23 The God of War sent out his warriors bold, His boundless, magic power to sustain; For brave indeed were these strong men of old— With truest heart —with spirit that could not wane. Out from the castle gate in haste they flew, In golden chariot, on horse of flame; All confident on victory, and knew That they and he would win the prize of fame. I wish I were a God of War, I do, And lived inside a castle in the clouds— With a host of warriors to rule the blue Where this old world would seem as if in shrouds. But this sounds like the word of musing poet— So to the mound of wasted thought I throw it. Harold Dresbach ’23