
In the gym, young Cadet Corps officers were putting their uniformed squads through their paces, and the air rang with commands: "Attenshun! Salute!" There was no fooling around. Every boy in the lower ranks apparently is determined to show he is officer material.
In a medium-seized room , choir director Darold Hunt was conducting a practice session. The boys whose voices were raised in song were wearing spotless white surplices over their black cassocks. Here, too, apparently, neatness counts. Hunt, a bearded, intense, articulate young man, is studying conducting at Juilliard. He will be conducting at Harlem chorale, a semi-professional group, this coming season.
Admitting that he is a firm disciplinarian, Hunt said, "These boys put you through hell, but they're beautiful. You get to love them very quickly. Why am I doing this? I hope that by exposing them to music I'm bringing them something they don't ordinary get in their lives. That they're black is superfluous-I refuse t accept black paranoia-but it is important for them to have a black leader. If they accept that, there is a feedback to themselves of their black image in the person of a leader."
