Indiana Boys' School Herald, vol. 33, no. 1, January 6, 1934

              The Indians Boys' School Herald. VOL. 33, NO. 1. PLAINFIELD, INDIANA. SATURDAY, JANUARY 6, 1934. $1.50 PER YEAR. Indianapolis Choir Sings Here Sunday. The Thirty-first Street Baptist Church Choir of Indianapolis was the guests of the Indiana Boys' School during the chapel services Sunday afternoon. The School Band played two selections while the choir was getting organized and seated. The selections were "Organ Melody" and "Village Chapel". Reverend Coers introduced the choir director, Mr. Sigman. He announced the first song to be "Higher Ground." The boys rose and sang the first, second and last verses. The boys were then seated and sang "I love to Tell the Story." The first battalion sang one chorus by themselves and the roof began to rise and fall from the volume they made. Reverend Coers asked the boys to stand and unite in praying the Lord's Prayer. After the congregation had been seated the choir sang one selection entitled "Behold! The King," this was greatly appreciated by the boys and visitors.
The scripture lesson was from the third chapter of Philippians, the first fourteen verses which are: "Finally, my brethren, rejoice in the Lord, to write the same things to you, to me indeed is not irksome but for you it is safe. Beware of the dogs. beware of the evil workers, beware of the concision: For we are the circumcision, who worship by the Spirit of God, and glory in Christ Jesus, and have no confidence in the flesh. Though I, myself might have confidence in the flesh: if any other man thinketh to have confidence in the flesh, I yet more: Circumcised the eighth day, of the stock of Israel, of the tribe of Benjamin, a Hebrew of Hebrews: as touching the law, a Pharisee: As touching zeal, persecuting the church: as touching the righteousness which is in the law, found blameless. Howbeit what things were gain into me those have I counted loss for Christ. Yea verily, and I count all the things to be loss for the excellency of the knowledge of Christ Jesus my lord: for whom I suffered the loss of all things, and do count them but refuse, that I may gain Christ. And be found in him, not having a righteousness of mine own, even that which is of the law, but that which is a thorough faith in Christ, the righteousness which is from God by faith: That I may know hint, and the power of his resurrection, and the fellowship of his sufferings, becoming conformed unto his death: If by any means I may attain unto the resurrection from the dead. Not that I have already obtained, or am already made perfect: but I press on, if so be that I may lay hold on that for which also I was laid hold on by Jesus Christ. Brethren, I count not myself yet to have laid hold: but one thing I do, forgetting, and stretching forward to the things which are before. I press on toward the goal unto the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus." The boys immediately recognized these verses as their Sunday School lesson for that morning. The choir then sang another selection, the name of which was not announced. Reverend Coers then gave his text as the thirteenth and fourteenth verses of the scripture lesson. He said that he gave the same sermon as he gave Sunday, five years ago. He remarked how things had changed during those five years. Some of his friends have passed on but there is no need to look back into the past, the future, if rightly lived, must be looked forward to. Paul said "Forget the past," and Reverend Coers said the same to the boys. Paul was a true christian - honest and clean in mind. but he said "I am going to be right." Let's all make this our New Year's resolution. Your enemy is not your neighbor, but yourself, conquer self, then all will be right, not only in mind but with God. Reverend Coers made his main plea to the boys, to think of the future and forget the past. He closed his sermon by wishing all who were present a Happy New Year. The choir then sang another selection, after which the boys sang the first and last verses of "America." Reverend Coers gave the benediction. The boys then marched to their respective barracks. SIX BAND MEMBERS SERENADE XMAS EVE. Mr. L. C. Stanley and six members of his band, Britt, Frame, Marosa, Gorbett, Allee and Parker gave the institution and the citizens of Plainfield a real treat on Christmas Eve when they went out serenading. Shortly after the program at Chapel Sunday night, the musicians went to each barrack and four trumpeters played "Silent Night" very softly, while two other boys sang the chorus. Mr. Stanley then took the boys over to Plainfield and they proceeded in their serenading, calling at the home of most of the officers. The director invited the boys into his home where a Christmas treat awaited them. SUNDAY MORNING CHAPEL PROGRAM. December the 24th the boys marched to the chapel for Mr. Scales' program. As everyone's thought at that time was Christmas, Mr. Scales had chosen appropriate selections. The band opened the program with a march entitled "Promotion" as Dr. Dill entered and was saluted by the boys. The school stood and repeated the pledge and followed with the opening song "That Will be Glory." The first selection on the program proper was "The Origin of Christmas" and was very well given by Dean Nellans. Daniel Crouch next gave as his selection, "A Christmas Song." This recitation was well given and, enjoyed by all of the boys. Alfred Mills of Co. 10 next recited "Christmas on the Plantation." Although there was a touch of sorrow and doom in this piece it was enjoyed by all the boys. The next number on the program was a musical selection by the band entitled "Organ Melody." "Little Children Wake and Listen," was the next selection. James Hogan gave this rendition.	Leroy Lammons gave as his selection a "Feel in the Christmas Air." This number was also enjoyed very much. Mr. Scales had two small colored boys from Plainfield to sing on his program although he got them after the programs had been printed. They sang three negro spirituals which were very good. Dr. Dill then read the cadet record. He also announced that the boys would march to the store room and receive the school treat then instead of Christmas morning and that we would receive the box from home at 9 o'clock Christmas morning.	Chapel services ended by singing song No. 18, "Where The Gates Swing Outward Never." The band followed with "The Star-Spangled Banner" and a March as the boys marched out. Duane Wolfe Writes of Hitch-Hike Trip. Duane Wolfe, former linotype operator for the Herald, who is now employed in the Danville Gazette, went to his home for the Christmas holidays. When he returned to the Gazette office Tuesday morning he "looked like a boiled lobster," and his boss accused him of hitch-hiking home. Duane replied that he had, and was told to write a story of his trip. The following is Duane's write-up of a none-too-pleasant adventure. BY DUANE WOLFE. in the Danville Gazette. As Barnum says: "There's one born every minute," and in the future I shall not doubt the veracity of this statement. Placing myself in Mr. Barnum's category was undoubtedly an act of condescension as I formerly believed that I was the possessor of at least the proverbial "ounce" of gray matter. But the descension of my self-esteem was justifiable, as you shall hear and judge for yourself. It came about in this way. Let us assume that it is almost Christmas, and the well-known desire to return home and view old scenes and faces has already been exerted. Well, there is nothing to do but answer that call and return to those old places, to supposedly make our celebration complete. Once the idea possesses us, we can think of nothing else. Those of us who have a means of transportation are fortunate, those of us who have no definite way of going are among the less fortunate. I was in the latter class. Remember. we still have that desire, that longing, to go "home" and we go. In cars, in trains, and in buses. But I - the chief dunce of all - hitch-hiked. For appearances, we shall call my mode of traveling a desire for romance, a longing to see nature's beautiful panoramas painted along the roadside - but just between you and me it was a very flat pocketbook that forced me to choose the means of travel I did. Nature can be much more beautiful when it is viewed from a comfortable and secure seat of an automobile. Well, anyway, I started with nothing but the desire to return home and the unconquerable egotism of youth that nothing could daunt me. Oh yes, there was an extra pair of pants, too. The trip down was uneventful. The weather was lovely and the drivers. In no time at all I found myself at home - and now I didn't even have the desire. I did have a nice time and the family made over me. You know "local boy makes good" and all that. Naturally I never let on that I was as flat as a piece of discarded gum that has been walked on. No I kept that to myself — and when the holiday was over and it was time to return to my job, the fickle weather had taken a mere drop from 70 to 17 degrees and in the interim a healthy snow had fallen. But what was that to me? I was going home on the bus. I had lots of money - and I did go home, but not on the bus. I bluffed 'er out to the last and only had one had spot, and that
was when the family wanted to accompany me to the bus station to see me off. I smoothed that over by telling them it would only prolong my misery by seeing them all waving goodbye at me — and I was off. The first ride wasn't so bad — fairly long and the driver dropped me off in a good locality for warming myself, and for future rides. Rut that second ride — oh — A well-meaning gent pulled up and said "hop in" and I complied. Imagine my embarrasment when he drove on about two miles and said "Here is where I stop, buddy." Well. I was two miles from no place, and I started out — hoofing — in a very strong wind and a miniature snowstorm. I must have walked those two miles because I finally saw a house. It was a godsend, and I made for it like a homing pigeon, and asked to come in and warm myself. I was allowed to enter and after toasting myself thoroughly I started out for my now accursed destination. Never have I spent a mile in such anguish as I did that last one I was forced to walk. I firmly believe that I was on a hill all the time and the wind was sweeping down on me. It was barren for miles around and there was absolutely no protection whatsoever. I could have kissed the gentleman who finally picked me up. This last ride left me several miles from home, but in a good locality and I soon picked up another ride. After one more freezing was dropped in my town by the last ride. Starved, bedraggled and miserable, I crawled off home and imbibed in plenty of warmth and food. And in the future I shall be a loyal testifier to that good old saying: "Hitch-hikin' ain't what it's cracked up to be." Christmas Program Enjoyed by Everyone. The Companies marched to the chapel at 5:30 on Christmas Eve full of candy, nuts and oranges to enjoy a Christmas program arranged by Captain Glascock. The program was arranged in two parts. The first part consisting of musical numbers as follows: "Luther's Cradle Hymn," "Holy City," by Mr. Wheatly Glascock, "Silent Night," by Quartette and Chorus. Company Ten Quartette and Indiana Boys' School Chorus sang "Sing Joy To The World" by Boys' School Chorus, "O Come all Ye Faithful" by Boys' School Chorus and selection. "A Christmas" by the Brass Quartette. Part two was a play named "Dad." The characters were: Dad - Dewayne Mathias; Mose - Robert McCroskey; Tom - Floyd Young; Adam - John Costin; Ted - Nick Barbich; Ed - Joe Taylor; Jim - Laurence Carroll; Mayor Beck - by Victor Anderson, and Lane by Paul Hinton. The play was well given, and all he boys who took part showed talent in dramatics. The play deals with an old man who lives alone with "that Mose" as Adam his son, violently states it. Ted, Dad's brother, who has made good, is coming in on a train to attend a community party for Christmas. The two sons have been trying to get their father to come and live with one of them but he continues to live alone. Adam has bought Dad a new outfit of clothes to wear to the party and Dad upon entering finds them on the sofa and at the same time discovers the stranger Lane in the room. Dad gives the clothes to Lane and also money to get back home where a job is waiting for him. Adam and Tom come back and see what Dad has done. They are very angry and refuse to let him go to the party. While they are quarreling Mayor Beck, Uncle Ted, Jim, and Ed come in and Mayor Beck makes the startling announcement that the party was in honor of Dad. A touch of comedy is added to the play by Mose, played by Robert McCroskey.