THE MAESTRO
in a mill village which is now a part of
Danville, Virginia. His father was em
ployed there for forty years as head elect
rical engineer of the mill, now the well-
known Dan River Cotton Mill. Attending
school in the village through the seventh
grade, he afterwards attended Danville
Military Institute for four years. Follow
ing this, he studied pre-med at the Uni
versity of Georgia for a year, after which
he worked for three and a half years at
various jobs during the depression. Some
of these included announcing on the radio,
clerking in a hotel, and working at a water
purification plant. Mr. Guy then returned
to school at Averett College and studied
music. It was then that he decided to go
into the music field. His only previous
experience in this field was playing a
banjo and a clarinet in a dance band for
fun.
proved to be a barrier.
Once his party became lost in down
town Athens. Mr. Guy tried to communi
cate with a dozen people (some spoke
French which Mr. Guy didn’t speak very
well, and since he couldn’t speak Greek,
he tried German which they didn’t receive
very well). He finally found a man who
had lived in Brooklyn for eight years, and
who, in a perfect Brooklyn accent, direct
ed them to their hotel which was only three
blocks away. Communication in Yugo
slavia, says Mr. Guy, was most difficult. The
people there were eager to talk with mem
bers of the free world.
He then entered Westminster Choir Col
lege, Princeton, New Jersey, where he
met the future Mrs. Guy. After graduating
from Westminster, Mr. Guy became Minister
of Music at the First Methodist Church at
Ithaca, New York. Later he enlisted in
the Army Air Force and remained in ser
vice for four years, the only interesting
part being, says Mr. Guy, the time he spent
in radio school at Illinois. For six months
after he was discharged, he worked for the
U. S. Army as an educational advisor at
a discharge center.
Following this job, Mr. Guy taught for
two years at Campbell College which is,
he says, much like Montreat.
During the summers, Mr. and Mrs. Guy
took part in the play, “The Lost Colony”,
at Manteo, North Carolina. Mrs. Guy play
ed the midwife in the play, and Mr. Guy,
the governor and Chief Manteau.
In 1950 they left Buies Creek and went
to Washington, D. C., where Mr. Guy was
Minister of Music at Calvary Baptist
Church. During the summers he ran a
truck farm.
In 1956, both Mr. and Mrs. Guy joined
the Westminster Choir for their around
the world good will tour for the govern
ment. The tour lasted for six months.
Some of the countries visited were Leb
anon, Iran, Iraq, Greece, Yugoslavia, Japan,
Korea, the Philippines, Formosa, Thailand,
Laos, Cambodia, Malaya, South Viet Nam,
Ceylon, India and East and West Pakistan.
Mr. Guy says that he throughly enjoyed
Browsing
Susan Cooper
Montreat has become very attached to her Music Department head, Mr. Allan Guy,
as well as to his family. Mr. Guy has devoted many hours of love and labour to the
school, for which his many students and the college will always be grateful.
Mr. Guy spent the early part of his life the tour, but that sometimes the language
with Bettye
Ever tried browsing in inches of snow?
I did and all I got was cold feet! V/ell,
I did get a little news!
Aoparently the Hebrew nation has risen
again. At least Aaron and his rod have
made quite a few personal appearances
during the last week. Miriam was seen
on one such occasion, too, it is rumored.
The co-eds might get the name of gentle
man, but it’s the girls who do all the work.
The tennis class, at the insistence of one
Mr. Hardenstine, was seen shoveling a path
from the gym to Miss Wilson’s home on
Kentucky road.
Speaking of Mr. Hardenstine. . . it is
rumored that he is to be awarded the Bird
Scared of the Month Award by the Hower
ton Bird Society.
Although Yugoslavia is a lovely country,
Mr. Guy says that the gloom of Commun
ism is heavily felt. The streets were al
most deserted, and only occasionally did
one see a tnick or vehicle. All the people
dressed in black, and, when the West
minster Choir looked out over their aud
ience in Yugoslavia, they could easily spot
foreigners by their colored clothes. Mr.
Guy reported that he enjoyed the food
around the world except in Ceylon. “I
don’t know what they do to it,” he says,
“but it was terrible.”
Skiing seems to be a popular sport these
days as does sledding and ice skating.
The Floridians seems to be enjoying the
Winter Wonderland, while the North Caro
linians are longing for a wee bit of that
Florida Sunshine.
Seriously speaking (for a change) the
snow is a most beautiful sight, transform
ing everything it touches into a world, pure
and unmarred. Enjoy it while you can for
soon it will be time to sing:
Seven years ago Dr. McGregor went to
see Mr. Guy and asked him to come to
Montreat. He accepted the position and
has since become beloved by all here who
know him.
“Spring has sprung, the grass has riz—
Wonder where them birdies is?”
The Guys have four children: Glen, age
eight, and Bonnie, age six, who were born
in Washington; Mark, age three and a half,
and Heidi, fourteen months old, born in
Asheville.
The “birdies is arrived” and look rather
hungry. When you slip that extra pack
of crackers out of the cafeterias, remember
the birds . . . they like saltines, too.
Mr. Guy, who is a very busy man, likes
to find time for painting and farming on
the side. At the present he is directing
four choirs at the West Asheville Baptist
Church, as well as teaching speech, voice,
and chorus here at Montreat. He says
that the hardest part of his job is direct
ing the musical activities during the sum
mer conferences here.
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Your Patronage Appreciated
Mr. Guy says that he feels that the
chorus did an excellent job this year on
tour and left a favorable impression every
where they sang. He is anticipating a good
chorus next year as well, and in view of
recent weather developments, hopes that
the tour will take them to Florida.
This is our revered, our beloved Allan
Guy. ...
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