Salve, Deda et alii:
My father was a Latin teacher and I has the privilege of being in his classes. Probably the most valuable and lasting education I've had.
His fame in his High School was acting out Caesar's attack on Vercingetorix by climnig on his desk with the window pole while declaiming. He also isisted that someone in the class oplay Cataline while a chosen student excoriated him. I can picture it now, the poor miscreant bowed in shame, covering his eyes from the verbal lashes.
But on the musical side (and was he ever non-musical) he wrote a fight song for the school football team (which I was coincidentally recalling just today, after almost sixty years)_ and he had it printed up on little cards to hand out at the games, with one side in English and the other side in Latin. Sadly, it was so behind the times that neither side caught on -- except with me.
Relating toother current threads, I relate Latin in the US to soccer/football -- beautiful to those who know it, but just too much trouble to understand for most.