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

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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.”

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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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THEODORA ALLEX 47 Mt. Vernon Street, Arlington Design Course Theo is nice. She is so calm, depend- able and willing to help. Generous and thoughtful, she is selected as a pattern when we think of X ' ew Year ' s resolutions. She wears her black hair over her ears in distinctive twists, but her chief claim to originality comes from an ingenious draping of and coloring of dress sleeves. She has no eciual at gaining new effects in this way. Theo ' s forte is in design, and her style is for very ‘‘designy women with large head- dresses and oval faces with slanting eyes. It is quite likely that Then will be some day as famous a name as Erte. LE ' CV r.AKERIAX’ 637 Centre Street. Newton, IMass. High School of Practical Arts Design Course Lucy of the naive questions; Lucy of the shrewd observations. She loves to use polysyllabic words in quaint combina- tions. She reads Heywood Broun and Dorothy Dix and ancient non-fiction that no one else even takes from the library. She likes to sit with you in the dismal depths of the locker room and discuss all the problems of this dizzy world. Lucy puts real feeling into her work and has an ardent love for the beautiful. ELIZABETH MARIE BOURQUE 39 Royal St., Allston, Mass. St. Mary ' s Girls High School Lynn Classical Dr.vwing and Painting Course The girl of the arched brows and roman- tic pallor. Betty is very sensitive, very fragile, very clinging, wholly feminine. Although she is a member of the classical Fine .Arts course, her delight lies in sketch- ing fanciful princesses, sweet madonnas, and strange, faery creatures. Sometimes she makes us think that she herself has strayed from a castle in medieval France. Then we remember that she is a deliberate poseur. Then we remember the giggles that punctuate her confidences and the pleasure she derives from being called Bessie Bloke, the Button Girl — she has been spending her Saturdays behind the button counter of a store downtown. We remember the day we found her dancing along the cellar corridor in a red dress and high galoshes ( the latter because she fancied that they made her look Russian), eating a banana at one and the same time. RUTH BRAXN ' 37 -Avon St., Somerville, Mass. Teacher Training Department Ruthie ' s in a class by herself — abso- lutely no one like her. If somebody makes a pencil or water color sketch of her it can ' t be mistaken for anyone else. We don ' t know just why but there ' s an in- dividuality that can ' t be mislaid. She has one of those just right waves in her hair, blue eyes and a worth while smile — you know the kind, tall and quietly friendly — we don ' t know anyone who doesn ' t like her. She ' s often seen working but work- ing or not she is one of the reasons why ours is a nice class, ours is. AIARIO.V A. BISSELL 147 Worcester Street, Boston. Mass. Teacher Training Department She used to be such a little chubby per- son that it surprises us to see how much she has grown up. Why, back in the old days we were wont to call her the class baby, but we wouldn ' t think of that now. The title umiuestionably belongs to some- one else in the teacher training group. Marion has corking rosy cheeks, and she ' s always smiling. She’s full of vim and pep and lively as they come. We ' re wishing you luck and a good time, Alarion. we think you ' ll have both.