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

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The Chosen People 1928 I Ar.EERT PuBLicovER, President William Hlack, Vice-President Seymour (’ioff, Treasurer Priscilla Packard, Secretary EMPUS fugits merrily and we who just now Haunted the Freshman green have attained the majesty of Juniors. Yet while the Freshman green flourished it was a gorgeous thing. Years we may have lacked but courage bloomed upon us and ambition seethed within us. INliracles of mechanical drawing, prodigies of plumbing, we offered our- selves gladly to . RT. Weekly we toiled upwards to the attic and presented i Ir. Major with our Piblical compositions. He enjoyed them very much, ’ho, so long as he lives, will forget . dam and Fve searching for . bel, or Rizpah wailing for her sons? ’e can only trust that in some future day we may not be called up to account to the maligned saints and prophets whom we “comped.” Weekly, too, as the spring grew warmer and muddier, we bestrewed ourselves and our plumb-lines and rulers over the curbstones of Koylston Street and “did” Copley Square. Fre- quently our labors were interrupted by inquisitive elderly ladies who had had a suppressed desire to pursue art, or who had pursued art and never caught up. . t last as spring flow- ered into June, we blossomed into certificates for Mr. Brewster. These were so ingeniousK’ proportioned that, when carried in the subway, four citizens might be demolished at one fell swoop. - nd in breezy weather we sailed magnificently up the avenue behind our billowimi certificates. I V

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In Loving Memory oj JOHX DAVID SMITH 1906 1926 Fame missed him, but he was crowned with rich friendships. His years at school are remembered not only for his attainments as a student, but for splendid memories of his true fineness and manliness. , t the threshold of life he entered the Greater School of . rt happily, hopefully, with no less appreciation of life, but with the content born of work well done, friendships endurin and love eternal. 7 have li)i!!;hl a oml flight, I have fuiisheil my rniirsc, have kept the faith.”

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Socially we shone. Our costume ball was a credit to us. The hand-painted scenery that we manufactured as we industriously cooked under the skylight was beautiful. And a grand time was had by all. II t Henry Linehan, President Seymour Goff, Treasurer Priscilla Packard, Vice-President Ellen Lake, Secretary Sophomore daze. What with architectural drafting, and structural design, and perspective, and dynamic symmetry, we nearly evoluted into T scjuares and triangles. Still we had our freer moments when we splashed serenely in water color or had an orgy of oils. Yet our conquer- ing confidence had oozed a little, and ever in the background loomed the furniture note books. -Always we shall feel a glow of recognition at sight of things Sheraton or Jacobean, even when which is which may have slipped our minds. Twice weekly we inflicted our darkened intelligences upon Mr. Jamison, and how very dark they were was soon revealed to him. But we here pay tribute to his generous tolerance and kindly patience, for we carried away from his classes a sense of poetic beauty that can never leave us. This, also, was our last year with Aliss Munsterberg, and we regretted every moment that slipped by. Some of us, though, would of: en come too late and frequently the wailing of lost souls was heard outside the locked door. -And with what a prankish smile she locked that door I Ve can do no better than echo the Freshman who said in a hushed whisper, “She sure is great ' ’’ This was the year when we became acuteh ' conscious of the A’ear Book and consumed quantities of Fudge-AIallow-Xut-Cream Bars to the everlasting detriment of our girlish com- ple.xions, while the charge of nickels against our names grew appallingly. Our dance a la Boheme, or. as somebody said, a la Boheim, was the best ever. Such posters, such balloons, such music, such people! .And we carry our triumphal tour into the Junior A’ear. Ill J.ACOB George Rosenberg, President Ellen Lake, Treasurer Priscilla P.ackard, Vice-President Zella Buckingham, Secretary Courses are chosen. Bosom friends part to meet no more (except in our basement banquet hall). What to do? Soon that is decided for us, and cur minds are filled with the thought of bones. Painfully we learn “how the birds do stick themselves together.” .And of nights we hie us to the subway laden with an arm or two and a couple of acromions wrapped up in a paper towel. The A’ear Book descends upon us. We chase ads. We squib and are squibbed. We pay money. Seymour, our indispensable Seymour, leaves us for the ’est. Rosalie Slocum goes to Con- necticut. Frannie Shaw goes to Alaine. Aladdie is in X ' ew A’ork. But in spirit there’s not one of us missing. “Van to the left and I to the right, For the ways of men must sever — And it well may be for a day and a night, And it well may be forever. But whether we meet or whether we part (For our ways are past our knowing), .1 pledge from the heart to its fellow heart On the ways we all are going! Here’s luck ! In the teeth of all winds blowing.”