Massachusetts College of Art and Design - Palette and Pen Yearbook (Boston, MA)

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Dream of Spanish Paintings .A I A R G A RET I UXSTE R K E RG 1 dreamed of a cool palace on the moors Within a grove of swaying poplar-stems. A jewelled bright mosaic were its floors, . nd there were carven traceries on the doors, .Vnd in dim niches windows stained like gems. Xow through the heavy stillness of the halls I wandered, scarely knowing what to seek. And first 1 tarried where from lofty walls tia cd haggard Saints, obeying mystic calls— The stern, enraptured visions of The Greek. ‘A’elasquez, your black velvet has rich gloss Upon the limbs of princelings at their sports. To them Spain’s waning glory means no loss; Pale, slender hands the mighty scepter toss. And languid lips command the court of courts 1” I passed along more walls, nor tarried long In any other room the while I dreamed, Save but to hearken to bright Goya ' s song A ' hose notes rose high and gay above the throng. Yet on I strolled a century, it seemed. The pale rays of a sun about to set Through mullioned windows fell into a room Miere all the walls at first seemed blots of jet, So sombre were the paintings there- and yet A pious light streamed from Ribera ' s gloom. I lingered not too long: my wandering eyes Were drawn away to hues no longer dim: Cool blues and deep old rose that flowerwise Were l)lending in a golden Paradise Where roses rained from wings of cherubim. ‘•()h, sweet Murillo I said I in my dream. • ' Have men grown blind because they turn aside To lesser lights where your mild moonrays beam Y ' ith too much beauty? Shooting-stars that gleam And flash, they follow, and your sweetness chide.” Then suddenly the twilight fled away. golden flood of sunshine and of mirth Illumined that dim palace: laughter gay . nd glistening sands, lithe boys and girls at play In splashing waves- a Paradise of earth 1 “Sorolla, by what blessed alchemy Could you transform gross earth into pure joy? You borrowed light and sparkle from the sea And from the gulls their motion swift and free . nd from your heart the gladness of a boy 1 ‘‘Perhaps some of Murillo ' s limpid grace Is now reborn, without its heavenly sheen. In you, Sorolla 1 — Yet another trace Of bygone power lingers in this place; ' ela quez ' irony tints yonder scene I ” And then upon a wall next door, but near, I saw thin curling lips, a forehead grave And melancholy eyes that seemed to sneer. Some royal Phillip smiled, who knew no cheer - gentle dreamer or despotic knave? ' Thus spake 1, dreaming still, and wondering gazed Upon three sisters richly robed and bland. They smiled inanely: yet 1 was amazed, Eor, peering from behind their fans upraised, Zuloaga smirked: “The ladies of my land 1 ' ’ Then, musing on the shadows and the light. The wit and grace that seemed thus born again, I left that palace at the fall of night. I ' pon the gate I read; “Lost is the Might, Put ever young the Peauty of our Spain! ' ’ Courtesy of “The Internatton.u. Studio”

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OUR DIRECTOR ROYAL BAILEY FARNUM “A man that all men honor, ami the model That all should follow; A man who holds Such place in all men’s thoughts that when they speak Oj all great things done, or to he done, his name. Is ever on their tips.” We members of the student body of the Massachusetts School of Art are privileged to know Mr. Farnum. After being graduated from the Teacher Training class of our school, he accepted a position in a western state whence he organized the Normal Department. Summer schools and art work in the state of New York, where he was president of the Jlechanics In- stitute, Rochester, afforded rich experience for our Director before he returned to Boston. May he whose name will ever recall for us pleasant associations, realize the fulfillment of his most cherished aspirations! [ 12 ]