Calhoun School - Ink Pot Yearbook (New York, NY)

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ink pot Q amateur in disguise CUBISM, fufurism, ex ressionism, impressionism, and surrealism are ferms invenfed fo fool 'rhe lover omparl, confuse his mind, and foisf upon him painfings fhaf he would nof wanf. Today, af every gallery, modernisfic painfings have been placed on view for fhe public's adorafion. Upon enfering a gallery of such painfings, remove your haf and glance aboul' you. Observe fhe people sfaring rapfurously al' fhe painfings and copy fheir expressions whenever possible. Try fo remember fhal' modernisfic painfings are a producl' of fhe arlisf's imaginalion, and, more offen fhan nof, inspired by some hor- rible nighfmare. As fhe people sfand alongside of you, you will hear fhem sigh and say fhaf fhe arlisl' is a genius, and has such wonderful undersfanding, expression, and a remarkable sense of fone value. Remember fhis, because you will soon have your chazce fo fell il' fo someone else and impress upon him your knowledge of fhe ar'risl s wor . lnvariably, you will find one or fwo people presenl who will refer fo fhe arfisf by his firsl' name, menfion picfures which are nof exhibifed, and deprecafe fhe presenf show by comparison wifh previous ones. lgnore fhem, for 'rhey have seen fhe arfisf only, if af all, from a disfance al' a parly, and know less abouf him fhan you do: buf fry fo remember whaf fhey say, because if mighf come in handy. When you come upon a painfing 'rhaf is ufferly incomprehensible, you have your chance fo impress 'rhose aboul' ou. Sfand in fronl' of fhe painfing for five minules wifh your hand u on our chin, ancll under no circumsfances move. Then sfep back abouf +wo feel' ancfcock your head fo one side and squinfg 'rhis ives fhe effecf of a connois- seur in deep sludy. Following fhis, look af fhe canvas ?rom all possible angles and wifh fhe besl' poses affainable. As a coup de grace, sfep forward fill your nose is wifhin a half inch of 'rhe canvas, peer infenfly, and genfl pass 'rhe fip of your pinky finger over fhe pigmenfs: immediafely following lhis, sif cllown in The nearesf seaf and sfare as if fhe painfing has overwhelmed you. Affer fhis remarkable performance, fhe manager of fhe gallery will smile af you and people will furn lo fheir companions and uffer favorable commenfs abouf your knowledge of arf. A+ l'he door 'rhe manager will ask you how you enioyed fhe show, as if your opinion were of fhe ufmosf imporfance. Don'+ disappoinl' him by sfumbling over your words: know whaf you are going lo say, menfion 'rhe name of a modern arfisf and say 'lhal alfhough 'lhe show was good, if did nor compare wifh fhe ofher ar+is'r's previous exhibif. He will feel very sorry, fhank you for coming, and wish he knew as much as you. ELAINE G. GRAHAM, '38 diana She guides her silvery chariof Over fhe sky Al' nighf. The goddess of lhe Moon. She wafches o'er fhe maidens, This beaufiful Diana. To fhe hunl She sends fhem forfh, Fair Diane. MARGARET HARTlG, '4l 'lwenfy-fwo TTT

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ink pot beside her fhe 'rwo rare candelabra fhaf adorned Sf. Maria's shrine. He dug a deep pif in fhe neglecfed garden. concealed fhe chesf and. pulling a small cross from afop is fafher's grave, placed if above fhe freshly made one. His face was resolufe and unyielding. lmmediafely Miguel leff fhe house and sef ouf for Madrid and ifs fury in revenge for fhe merciless murder of his mofher. Many hours of dangerous walking fired Miguel, unfil he reached fhe cify. filled wifh fhe sounds of gun-spiffing and human shoufs. Everyone was armed. Miguel picked up a sfray gun from fhe sfreef. Women, holding, perhaps, a babe in one arm, used fhe ofher recklessly, slashing fhe air wifh kifchen knives. Churches were in flames, wafer mains had bursf, Red Cross ambulances raced. frolley and felephone lines lay splif on fhe sfreefs and buildings were collapsing. Miguel was so confused fhaf he forgof fo duck. Hundreds of bodies lay limp, soaked in mire, and among fhem a oung loyalisf Casfilian, his keen face smudged wifh dirf and blood, his shirf ripped, andyone hand clufching a shoulder where he had been shof. His ofher lay sfrefched ouf awkwardly on fhe pavemenf. The corners of his moufh were biffer, for all his praying for eonian peace. eifher af home under fhe shrine, on fhe dusfy road, or af 'rhe school-huf had been fufile. Never was he fo feach, sing or pray again, buf figurafively-he had reached his goal. DOROTH EA WEITZN ER. '39 our destiny-peace or war? PROSE PRIZE UNCE again fhe hideous horror, war, looms ifs monsfrous being over all mankind, fhreafening desfrucfion and uffer ruin fo our progressive civilizafion. We Americans, because of our unfamiliarify wifh mass demonsfrafions and huge mobilizafion advances, do nof fully realize fhe sfark fragedy fhaf confronfs us foday. We calmly assume an indifferenf affifude. disregarding fhe perilous foreign sifuafions, asserfing fhaf we shall remain forever independenf of foreign enfanglemenfs. Buf when fhe wholesale slaughfer begins on a grand scale, how long will we be able fo sfeer aloof and mainfain our desire for peace? We musf awaken and face fhe facf fhaf all fhe world is preparing for fhe grand rampage of which we undoubfedly will be a parf. We all know fhaf in Europe and Africa and in fhe Far Easf 'roday insane lusf for power has murdered fhousands rufh- lessly, sparing none. People everywhere are being regimenfed and prepared, led on, liferally, by greedy, domineering cannibalsl I do nof wish fo painf fhis picfure more somber fhan if is, buf we are fhe only nafion fhaf is nof war conscious. We advocafe peace af any cosf, and yef we do nof sfancl behind our ideal wifh fhe fervor and inspirafion if demands. We musf sfrive fo main- fain our desire, buf we musf also be fully prepared for fhaf which is fo come. Our des- finy abides wifh fhe fafes! Shall if be peace or will if be war? CAROL KADEN. '38 fwenfy-one

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ink pol do, mi, sol, do! DO, Ml, SOL, DO! Scales and arpeggios! Breafhing exercises! Sonia was Tired of Them all. Always pracficing and rehearsing wifh The piano! Never any fun! And Professor Giovanni was so hard To please. She remembered, in a bursf of self- pify, ThaT only yesferday, when The inTeresTing-looking young arTisT from The Third floor had asked her To go wiTh him To The sTreeT fair, she had begged The professor for per- mission To go. BuT, as usual, he had said, No! l-le Told her, as he had counfless Times before, ThaT she was There To work, noT To gallivanf around. She ThoughT, wifh a deep sense of iniury, abouf The Time when The whole group of sfruggling sTudenTs in her house had gone gondoliering. ThaT had also been denied her. The professor always had a logical answer To ward off These re uesTs, buf eighfeen does noT care for logic. IT would rafher have fun. She realized, of course, Thaf her scholarship would noT lasf forever, buf Then, one was noT young forever, eifher. Sonia Thou hT back To her firsf days in lTaly. How Thrilled and bewildered she had been! lT had ai seemed like a dream. Prior To coming To lfaly, There had been The audifion aT The lvlefropolifan in New York, before a group of imposing, seasoned musi- cians. She remembered clearly The sick feeling aT The piT of her sfomach, The dry Throaf and perspiring hands. Then, as she began To sing and, liTTle by liTTle, gained confidence and volume, her lovely voice rang ouT in all iTs prisfine beaufy, and won The favorable decision, sending her To lfaly To Professor Giovanni, for The finishing Touches she needed. Now, here she was, Tired of iT all, aching for a biT of fun. While she saT There, sympafhizing wiTh herself, Professor Giovanni rushed in ex- cifeclly, followed by a raTher small, disfinguished-looking man wifh rnusfache and goafee, aT whom he gazed wifh reverence. l'le called To Sonia, in a voice shaking wifh excifemenf and anxieTy, To bring The music for The Bell Song from Lakme. Coming for- ward wifh The music, she gasped, for she recognized The liTTle man as The famous direc- Tor of The Venice Opera House. Sonia knew, as all singers in lTaly knew, Thaf, if he gave you a conTracT wiTh The Opera House, you were as good as made. The rofessor infroduced her. She gazed wifh awe aT The direcfor, noTicing The bored indifference on his face as he glanced aT her. Walking over To The piano. she Took a deep breafh and began To sing, pouring her hearT and soul inTo making The beaufiful Tones of The Bell Song ring True. When she had finished, There was a deep silence. She scarcely dared To breafhe. Then The direcfor walked over and, wiTh all his indifference gone, solemnly kissed her on The forehead. The nexT morning, gay Trills and joyous scales were ringing ouT over The whole house, for, had she noT a conTracT wiTh The Venice Opera l-louse? No work or pracfice seemed Too greaf a sacrifice. Going To sTreeT fairs wiTh handsome, young arTisTs, gon- doliering wifh gay young people, whaT did These amounf To compared wiTh do, mi, sol, do! Scales and arpeggios! Breafhing exercises! Sonia loved Them all! FRANCES SHAPIRO, '38 memories of babyhood A fleefing kiss on my Tousled head, Which seems To ward away all harm. A cloudy figure by my bed, She driffs away as in a dream A sweeT aroma fills The air, And Mr. Sandman sways The scene, As Mommy says a silenf prayer. And on I driff To ofher lands A slighf caress on my baby arm Conscious of proTecTive hands. ESTELLE WYNER, '40 fwenfy-Three