[St. Thomas Church] is almost as it was about a generation ago, when, up at the organ that he had outfitted by his own means, Karl Straube performed during the night hours for a small host of delighted and musically enthusiastic students, playing the great organ works of the venerable Johann Sebastian and putting forth, virginally so to speak, the newest thing that Max Reger had just written. Then, only the quivering strips of the streetlamps scampered over the windows, and the only light glowed overwhelmingly from the organ console, amplified by the white pages of the score. But in the darkness of the nave's high arches, all the good spirits were awake.