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

Text from Pages 1 - 56 of the 1929 volume:

i ✓ ■■ M , • - t : r- t A THE ANNEAL ECETEELIE MASSACHLSETTS SCECCL Cr ACT 1T29 THE ANNUAL PCCTfCLIC In the week of April 19, 1929, a group of students in an art school in Boston felt a curious vibration of their car drums. Not all of the student body experienced this sensation, but many of those who did recognized it as the knuckles of Oppor- tunity rapping for attention. 1 hey know the sound, these few, and seized the lady by the hand. She spoke through the Eng- lish teacher, a man whom she had often employed. He proposed a pilgrimage to America ' s Holy Land, which was his designation for historic Concord and Lexington. He em- broidered the theme. He won his group to the idea, and finally, he held elaborate conferences with the officials of different bus lines and succeeded in chartering an Elevated bus for the day. He was a man of “infinite sagacity,” and besides, he had made the trip on foot many times be- fore. On the morning of the 19th, which was the day of days, the party set out two score strong in the bus, witli two trailers driven by people fortunate enough to have cars of the ir own. The day was fine, with a clearing sky and a fresh, cool wind. Their Cuide was in a merry mood, tem- pered somewhat with that touch of hu- mility which the student feels on ap- proaching the hallowed places of those great scholars of a former day. The pres- ence of his two young sons, manly fel- lows, yet with all the unrestrained ex- uberance of young Americans on a hol- iday, added to the merriment of the party. Their faces shone; their eyes sparkled; their grins from time to time divided their faces into two parts, and at all times they were known to enjoy themselves hugely. The ride from Boston to Concord is a fair one, and the time passed (piickly. Emerson ' s home, at ten o ' clock in the morning, wore the attitude of a city home at about a quarter to seven. It looked lived in. hut it had an air of not having arisen for the day. The wanderers gath- ered on the front walk and waited while the Guide made arrangements with the gentleman at the door. At length, the door, which had been drawn back cau- tiously, was hospitably opened wide and the pilgrims crowded in. Without a glance at the semi-dark hall with its wide stair- case, they passed into Mr. Emerson ' s Pilgrimage study where they stood tightly jammed together staring at whatever met their eyes. There was a distinct musty smell in the air, as if the house had not been opened since Mr. Emerson passed through the broad front doorway for the last time. From somewhere near the door came the voice of Mr. Hall, the Superintendent of Schools, who had come over especially to help extend the hospitality of Concord. This sound was broken in turn by the voice of Miss Legate, who live d there at the time and kept the house in its orig- inal state, even to the position of the fur- niture. The pilgrims looked about them. They saw the whale oil lamp (which had since been electrified). They saw vari- ous relics vhich Mr. Emerson had brought from Egypt. They saw a whole wall solid with books from floor to ceil- ing. They crowded closer and scanned the titles, and were elated when they found familiar ones, and appalled at the number which were not familiar. Whenever an authoritative voice dominated the buzz of conversation, all heads jerked smartly in that direction. The listened with their ears. They looked with their eyes, noting the many cpiaint family pictures on the walls and the rather crowded arrangement of comfortable furniture. They sniffed the musty air and presently slipped on into the next room, all rooms large, high, and square. Here was the parlor room, the room in which Mr. Emerson entertained and in which all the memorable discussions were held. Here was a more agreeable ar- rangement of furniture, a long .sofa, a piano of a later date, and a sulky fire on the hearth. The pilgrims passed on through the end of the hall on the way to the dining room. Several were cap- tivated by the charms of an ancient rock- ing horse with miraculously preserved mane and tail. They exclaimed over it with delight as they had not done over Mr. Emerson ' s books, perhaps from a sense of awe. (Students are not in awe of a rock- ing horse, even if they have never seen it before.) Tn the dining room they saw an interest- ing table composed of two tables placed closely together, these both from the Emerson side of the family, while the oth- er pieces had been brought from Plymouth by Mrs. Emerson. All this they learned from Miss Legate, who was ever a gra- cious hostess. They stood a bit longer be- fore a photograph of Mr. Carlyle, a rather striking camera study which had been con- sidered daring and unusual when it was made. Presently the visit was over and they were outside, swarming over the grass, turning to view the house, rushing up and down with cameras, squinting into the box and up at the sun. Here and there, people with pencils and sketch pads, sought to reflect a bit of history, literattire, of architecture and scenery, through their own personalities. The boys, the two young sons, had long since escaped the confines of the house whose wall treasures were yet too pon- derous for their eager minds. Some day they would return with their father to ex- perience that thrill which he knew on treading this hallowed ground. This day they knew only the countryside which they had glimpsed on going in. They were discovered by other merry souls who also heard the pipes of Pan, down at the edge of the brook in a field behind the Emersoti barn, helping a lone and patient angler to fish. All had deserted the spot, even the angler, before the scattered pilgrims could be assembled for their marching orders. From there on, the pilgrims were to tramp about the lanes and highways of Concord on foot, with the exception of the occupants of the two trailers. The bus was dismissed till the afternexjn. The band filed on, two and four abreast, the front ranks constantly shifting as eager members inadvertently tried to gain a autage point beside, or within hearing distance of, the Guide. The official camera- man of the party made .strides ahead, set up his camera in the walk and snapped the on-coming horde. The destination was the Alcott house. Arrival found it closed, with the curtains tightly drawn. The pil- grims, swept forward, surrounding the house, peering into the few dark windows which had been left uncovered, and calling back and forth to their friends. Mur- murs of “Amy, Beth, and Jo,” were heard. The house made little response to their advances. It wore the dormant resigna- tion of one whose thoughts look back- ward. The group swarmed up the grassy 3 slope to the picturesque School of Philos- ophy. This building held aloof from the house and sat its grassy pedestal with an air of quiet contemplation. Its windows held a dreamy stare, as if it felt the vis- itors, but did not deign to see them. They pressed closely and applied themselves thickly to every reachable pane of glass. Within was the same air of temporary idleness, of suspended activity. The benches and chairs were arranged as for a lecture and the chairs around the speak- er ' s table were in that natural disorder which thej- assume when a lecture is over and the audience comes forward to meet the guest of honor. The pilgrims gazed and speculated. They climbed up behind and found a better view of the hall from the window at the back. Cameras clicked. Talk and laughter stirred the air. , The people became conscious of the steep hill behind them, whose unseen top was like a beckoning hand. They forgot “Little Women’’ and the School. The voice of the Sage was drowned in the music of Pan ' s pipes. With one accord they scurried up the rough, steep incline, intent on seeing “the other side of the mountain. At the top was a large, flat field, yellow in the sun. Like juvenile satyrs they capered across its ample ex- panse. At the far edge they stopped and filled their delighted minds with the sub- stance of a long look across the land. Tree tops pointed up at them from below. Farms nestled in low hills in the distance. Little roads wove in and out. They were closer to the sky than the land below and that was good. The sun was warm. The wind was fresh and cool. They were hap- py. Just over the brink of the flat plateau, in the rich, coarse, rooty sand, someone turned a stone to the animation of the two boys. Disturbed by the sudden glare and the unaccustomed rush of air, two unusual beetles, whose colors brought forth ac- clamations from the art students, moved wearily about, a little confused and be- wildered, in search of a new alwde. The group straggled back, descending the hill with great furore. Once down, the spirit of the Alcotts won them over and the climb up the ridge along Haw- thorne ' s walk was made in true humility. City bred feet sunk gratefully into the soft carpet of pine. The ears were be- guiled by the sound of the wind in the trees. No whisper of spring breezes, this was a Voice speaking aloud in a tongue they could understand. “Peace,” it said. “Peace and Tranquility. So ye be calm, ye shall know all. Lift up thine eyes to the fair, high hills whence cometh thy help. Nothing in Nature is hurried; be thou the same. “Peace to the tired heart. “Peace to the harried brain. “Peace. Standing quietly at the foot of the tree which still held in its sturdy arms the un- safe remnants of the bower that Haw- thorn e built, the little hand of pilgrims felt something of reverence and a keen enjoy- ment in these living evidences of a glorious past. The pipes of Pan grew fainter, sur- placed by the music in the trees. Tliey left the tree reluctantly, regain- ing their merriment on the rough path down to the Hawthorne house. This, too, was closed, and like the Alcott house, it wore an air of placid sadness, like an old face lingering in the past. The tower, atop the roof, which Mr. Hawthorne had built for use as a sanctuary when bad weather made the tree-house inconvenient, was tightly boarded and gave no evidence of the activity which once justified its presence. The pilgrims assembled behind the hedge while the photographer added to history. This seemed to cheer them, as if they had brightened the old house by their presence instead of intruding in its reverie. The picture over, they dis- banded in small groups on their way to the center of the town for lunch. As they drew nearer, the shrill fife and the muffled staccato of the drum came to them from the distance. Occasionally, the flash of color from a passing flag would catch the eye. There was a feeling of parades about, afar off, always just around the corner. They did not see one, but they knew. They knew also, that they trod hallowed ground, and that theirs was a holy day. That was in the air. They began to feel patriotic. The front ranks paused before the old cemetery to view the town. This was Concord’s visiting day and the little center was full of cars. The pilgrims found their number challenged. There were many devout souls in the Holy Lands that day. Traffic swept by. An ice-cream delivery truck passed, and as it jounced along, Setelx)s saw and jerked open the door allowing a gallon container to fall into the street. There was a ripple, not wholly devout, among the pilgrims. To a man, they became children again. They slipped between passing cars and brought the cov- eted carton to the curb. They lifted the lid, — strawberry — fifll to the brim, firm, cold, pink. A murmer arose, a shout of triumph as they gaze i in childish delight and anticipation. The rear guard arrived, and with them, the Guide. No fooling the Guide in any way. The truth came out. He laughed, — and hoi)ed, too, that the cream would not be missed, — but until they were sure that the truck would not return, the creamy surface must not be disturbed. They sighed, and were honest, but whimsical Setebos had heard. They should have feigned indifference. The truck came back. A callous creature thanked them and returned the cream to the car. There was a gentle moan as it disappeared in the refrigerator’s gloom. Their pilgrimage was not without Ordeal. N(X311 found them scattered, munching fraternally in small groups. Strange places knew their gaiety. Two bright red apples and the chaste column of a cpiart of milk lent color to the graveyard. Tlie river, winding behind the Old Manse, be- held another group along its banks. Some mistcKsk the quiet anterot: m of the Police Station and spent their noon hour on its ample settees. The watering trough knew them through its bubbling fountains, and the drug stores met their numbers in fran- tic haste. Vlien they had pacified the inner man, they met in the square again and .set out for “the rude bridge that arched the flood.” . t the Old Manse they found the trail- ers waiting, and the two boys running about in high spirits. From time to time strangers joined the ranks and listened as the Guide explained and described events which gave each stopping place acclaim. Small boys came, listened for a moment, appraised the two sons, and were gone Oil n.cre important business of their own which would not wait. Under the Guide ' s persuasion old occupants lived again. Re- turned was Pastor Emerson, watching the Battle from his window, storming because he was not there, and for the time, losing his pastoral dignity. Here lived again Ralph Waldo Emerson, and Hawthorne, toe. The little group moved on. The road was lined with cars ; Americans horn, and .Americans made, come to pay homage at their country’s birthplace. They passed down the tree-arched lane to the bridge below, pausing before the British grave to read : “They came three thousand miles and died To keep the Past upon its throne ; Unheard, beyond the ocean tide. Their English Mother made her moan.” Emotion touched them. Something struck in upon their carefree mood, a picture of this war, of other wars, and of the irreparable losses which ensued. Here, in this lane, the English men bail formed, their red coats gleaming in the sun. Here, they had marched for the last time under English sky, had fallen not to rise, on foreign soil. In perfect precision they had approached the narrow bridge. As fighting gentlemen they had taken it four abreast, their numbers drawn out in a long, sure target and desperate “rebels,” also fighting for a cause, had mown them down. The bridge, this April morning, arched the flood as of old. High water gave the band a glimpse of how it must have been that day in 1775. They stood in the little circle just be- yond and studied the Minute Man. Their trained minds ran in grooves. They dis- cussed the workmanship ; they walked around it to get the effect from different angles; they judged it seriously, as if it had not stood so long and been judged by thousands belort them ; and they decided that it might remain. Here, also, the Guide spoke to others than his own group, and all who had come to see were eager to hear. Rack through the shady lane they filed, enroute to Sleept ' Hollow. The sun smiled on them, the way was long to unaccustomed feet, and in the open valley, the breeze was gentle. .At a place where roads took leave of one another, disappearing into the wood or behind the hill, they halted by a vine- covered wall. Before them in a kind of rough semi-circle, flanked bj ' the thick, dark foliage of rhododendron, rose the white beauty of the sculptor’s art, the D. C. Erench Memorial to the Melvin brothers. Its broad recesses invited them, and its low steps offered a resting place. They crowded closer and read the inscriptions which closer inspection disclosed in the floor of the 4 monument. In this sylvan atmosphere they again assembled for the camera, grouping themselves with accustomed ease. W ' hen they had rested, the Guide led off up the path which dipped and rose, turned a hit, and in its circuitous way, brought them finally, single file, to the crest of the hill where is the Holiest Ground. On this ridge in magnificent solitude is the last resting place of the great ones, the Emersons, Thoreaus, Hawthornes, Alcotts. Before the Em- erson lot the little caravan halted. Be- yond the tiny square the land dropped sharply off to the valley below. Here one might gaze for miles, the strength of the wind in his face; here one might sleep for an aeon, its susurrus his slumber song. Through the tall trees the wind spoke to them now, in its strong, fierce way, wrapping their bod- ies in coolness, touching them with a sudden, clean cold. It sang in their ears of the great ones, and the Guide answered hack in words. The pilgrim band moved on. The path led down in an erratic course which took them past the lovely, laurel- covered place where rests Thoreau, and by tlie other two, so that they found the old friends, as in life, gathered together. Back in the sunny street, they felt the difference, less of the wind, and more of mortal folk. They marched along in jovial haste, atuned once more to present century life, . t the center, they made a final visit to the fountain and assembled on the friendly seats about a tall old Concord elm to ' wait the bus. Here there was some miscalcula- tion and the bus came not. They waited quietly, glad of a chance to rest, while the Guide went forth on foot to find their errant steed. The tag-end of a lost parade approached and disband- ed, loosing half a hundred Boy Scouts in the ,s([uare. The Guide returned with a perple.xed look and no news. The pilgrims were amused. It was pleasant in the sun, let the bus delay; Imt then it came! The driver offered an excuse and they scrambled in. Bump- ily they trundled over the rough road to Walden Pond where they poured out again before a flourishing wayside stand. The Guide led off through the wood. They missed the path, but they could not lose the way. The Cairn was like a beacon burning. Straight on they came, in a snake-line line undulating over the rolling ground. A shout from the dis- coverers broke the line. From the crest of a little rise, they descended around the Cairn like a primitive tribe. Weather, and the sad work of unknow- ing hands had laid it low. Its original spire-like (piality was gone. In un- beautiful array, it scpiatted comfortably iu a leafy clearing, where, from its spire it must have gazed upon the lake. Still, it was dear to them. Even in its placidity was something of Thoreau. It marked the place where he had lived, and learned. Its content was his con- tent. It knew the things he knew. It looked on the same scenes; it dwelt in the same place. Had it been so they could, the pilgrims would have fallen to work and with their own hands re- stored it to its former shape. Gladly they would have raised its spire again, given it grace, but time for them was short. Much had they seen and done, and there was more to do. They went down to the pond and scanned its shores. They dipped their fingers at its edge and tried to imagine the echo of the loon across its surface. And very fervently a little few, with a peb- ble in each hand, because other devout souls before them had gleaned the shore at that point of sizeable stones, returned to the Cairn and deposited their gifts as all good followers should. So the Cairn grew, and so it grows, generously fed with small fry now where boulders were before. Reluctantly they left. The woods were sweet that afternoon. Their city noses sniffed the air in bliss. They lost the path again and this time it stayed lost. The road could not call them as the Cairn could. They plunged through the underbrush tearing their stockings, whipping their faces on back-swinging l)ranches. The sun, looking down, saw them, a scattered herd of little creat- ures. stumbling along, calling to each other, stopping to crush the dry sweet- fern in their hands, pinning it to their coats, sniffing it joyously. The sun smiled, and when they regained the road with their shoes full of pebbles and twigs, they felt their skins burning and looked anxiously at their noses in the glass at the front of the bus. So they rode on to Lexington, con- scious of the sun’s work but happy. Over endless rises they climbed past fair farms and spreading country homes. Even as their city feet had felt the change, so did the bus, for it was city- l red too. Accustomed to the even pavements, it wrestled valiantly with country hills which threatened defeat, and gradually it gained, but for a time they feared for its good lungs. It had a sorry time. Once up on even ground, they sped along with ease, and found themselves in time, in I-exington. At the old Tavern, they clustered around the Guide before the door. He told them, in his quiet wajq what things they would see. and what had held him most. Then they went in, the better prepared for the experience. In the first room, was a woman whose task it was to enlighten visitors as to the contents of the place. The lady knew her task. Her swift tongue told them all. Their poor heads jerked spasmodically, now to the shutters, now to the old Dutch tiles over the fire- place, back to the pictures on the wall, rested for a moment while the history of these was recounted, and then ro- tated agilely as they read the inscrip- tion on the banner which encompassed the room at the top. This last, which had been used on the occasion of La- fayette’s second visit to America in 1824. brought prickles of appreciation to their spines. Welcome, Lafayette, to the birthplace of American liberty.” They were allowed to go where they would, so long as they kept moving. In the next room they found an end- less assortment of colonial accessories, lanterns, candle molds, tools, arms, etc. They passed through a tiny room which had been someone’s study, into an annex in which were kept the most valuable relics. Here, they saw, behind glass doors, the drum which beat the stirring call at the battle of Here, too, were diaries and other let- ters in fine colonial script, which the more ambitious gamely tried to read. There were old uniforms, elaborately embroidered vests, and a three- cornered hat. This room held them the longest although it had more of a museum atmosphere than the room be- fore. At last they went on, through a bedroom with an old chintz-covered, canopied four-poster in which John Hancock, according to the label, did not sleep. Upstairs were other bed- rooms and a kind of attic in which they found a large loom, spinning gear, and several wooden cradles, some of such unusual size that they wondered if ba- bies of old were larger than in their later day. There was a need now to hurry; the Boston Elevated Bus was Boston bound; their day would soon be done. They went directly to the Green. In a sea of grass stood the Minute Alan, guarding the emblems of the first Thir- teen. A stiff breez flung them out and the sun sparkled on their folds. Like jewels they flashed against the white and the green. The pilgrims scuttled under the rope and came up inside the circle of flags. On the walk before the Minute Alan thej ' stopped and read the inscription on the base. They noticed especially the familiar old American names which appeared there, and also the church at the left expressing in its simple spire, the faith of their fore- fathers. .-A stranger joined the group, and went away the richer for his stay- ing. Children came past, playing at tag between the flag sticks. The sun was slipping lower. With a last gaze at the festive little Green, the pilgrims turned their backs on a memorable day; but hovering above the common- place to which they would return was the magic path of memory, and even as it ended, the journey was re-begun. Concord Revisited Alusic in the tall trees. Wind among the boughs. Like the sound of high seas Crashing from steep prows. Alusic in the high trees. Country fields ' laid wide. Like the silent smooth seas. When the gray gulls glide. Alusic in the high trees. The tempest roars, is gone. Space reminiscent breathes Great ,s])irits passing on. H. L. E. 5 The E. A. A. Convention New York, — great! Time granted by school, — marvelous ! Family permission, — best yet ! That ' s what comes of being a “teacher-trainer’’ ; now will you other classmen look down on us with indif- ference and disdain ? N ' e may not be far removed from animal trainers, but we have our good points and our good times ; wait and read. Being eligible to join the Eastern Arts Association, and attending its convention is one of the high-lights of our profes- sional careers, especially when that con- vention is held in New York, with head- quarters at the Pennsylvania Hotel. (3ut of a possible nine in oflr class, only four succeeded in making the trip. Our class president did nobly. From what we hear of his tours through Brook- lyn and Coney Island at -?- A. M. and his hikes and swims at Bear Mountain, we judge he was much too busy to miss anything or anybody. The convention itself was most en- lightening, as well as enjoyable. It made us feel quite proud to see our own Mr. Farnum among the celebrities, and made us feel quite at home, or maybe, at school, to see Miss Phillips and ' 1 “other Mother, Miss Whittier, there too. If anyone felt lost, her cheery smile was reassuring. Dr. ’aughn was also pres- ent for two days. The discovery that she was going to be there saved the stay-at- h imes a dreaded quizz. It would be impossible to recall all that we heard at the convention. Perhaps just the impressions or thoughts which still seem to linger in our minds because of their newness or value will be sufficient. It is quite unnecessary to say that we heard many exceptionally fine speakers; men of power in industry, art, and edu- cation. It should be mentioned, also, that we heard women too. of C(iual excellence in their lines of endeavor. Supplementing the lectures were ex- cursions to different exhibitions of art work in tbe schools and colleges of New York, the Art Centre, the Metropolitan Museum, and the Museum of Natural History. None of us could possibly visit all the exhibits that were open to the E. A. A. Convention members, but we were given a certain amount of free time on our programs in which we could select what we most wished to see, and we were taken to those places by bus. If there is one thing that I took away with me (besides free samples) it was a much broader and more optimistic idea of the modern trend in art. especially as regards art education in the public schools. I do not mean that all the “ists” and “isms are accepted blindly, but they are recognized in so far as they seem to tie up definitely with modern life and activity. A child that is brought up in the noisy, restless, speedy, grasping at- mosphere of today cannot help but be a part of that life, and it will be reflected in his creative work. To discourage evi- dences of skyscrapers, airplanes, jazz, and unrest, is to make him live one life and depict another, and to do this is dam- aging to both. The problem is to allow the symbols or evidences of the age to come from him as he feels them to be, then, by training, show him how to make those things with which he is familiar, beautiful. This is where the study of an- cient and classic art should come in to aid the student in his judgment of what is best for art ' s sake, and for the sake of utility and appropriateness. It is bring- ing art up to the times and making it serve us in our life, instead of making it something apart. That is what I gathered from the lec- tures, but the exhibitions told another very interesting and si,gnificant story. They showed, for the most part, a well- organized system for carrying on the fundamental principles of art in design, crafts, painting, sculpture, and drawing. However, there was one very important exhibition in the Museum of Natural History which seemed to me to contradict much of what the lectures had led me to believe. Here, the work was extreme in every respect, in drawing, proportion, color, modernism, cubism and every other “ism. It was not pleasing or encour- aging to me, but perhaps I am conserv- ative in my views ; 1 come from a con- servative city. There may have been some purpose behind it ; perhaps it was an ex- periment. It lotJked like the doom of , rt to me. It might be compared to the work of some t)f the most independent of the Independents who exhibit at The Barn on Joy Street. I am interested to know how this e.xhibition affected the teachers who saw it. •At the Get-To.gether luncheon at the Pennsylvania Hotel the third day of the convention, we saw another interesting and very different type of exhibition. -Students from the - rt Centre were pres- ent, and during the course of events, one of the men at the head table was invited to name any subject he wished and these students would do their best to portray it in twenty minutes. At the end of the twenty minutes, they marched in, lK)lding their paintings, still dripping, before them. This was a very stimulating and wholesome exhibition. The subject was “Spring, ( it was fair and warm that day ) and there was no difficulty in discoverin.g .Spring in their work. These children were a talented group ranging from seven to eighteen years, and their work was more than in- spirational. The final event of the convention was the annual banquet and dance, and a beautiful affair it was. The grand ball- room of the hotel was decorated with flags, flowers for each member with their place cards at the tables, exegnsite evening gowns which reflected the training and tastes of the wearers, and an orchestra that almost made you forget your name. Now we are all home, have recovered our names, lost our money, and found inspiration. All we want is to go back again, — but how? Of course, the con- vention did not occupy our entire time in New York. W hat a kick we get to be able to say of a certain show which has just come to Boston. Oh. yes. I saw that when it was playing in New York. There ' s nothing like it ! I think, however, we all agreed that we ' d prefer to live in Boston and visit in New York. Now we ' ve seen the town and had time to recuperate, when do we go again? Trgixi. Starbird. Sculptural Decorations for The Netv School Tliose of our descendents who are privileged to witness the new art school in the full glory of its completion should be especially interested in the sculptural decorations now being executed by stu- dents of the old, original M. S. A. under the direction of Mr. Porter. The decorative scheme being used was designed by Mr. Porter and may be divided into two parts. -Surmounting the higher buttresses of the central tower are six colossal heads typifying six attributes of art. From left to right as one faces the tower they are as follows : Truth, with level eyes and seemingly from the .same mold as Beauty, who bal- ances ber on the far side of the tower, c.xcept that Beauty is of a more stylized form ; Power, a man of dominant mien and impressive intellectual force ; Inspiration, with broodin.g eyes and winged brow; Mysticism, a bead from the Orient, the mother of mysticism, a striking cobra suggests tbe sinister and lower form of imagination; Humor, a faun-like and joyous head with a touch of the whimsical and even the malicious. The second part of the decorative scheme consists of a group of gargoyle- like figures crowning the lower range of buttres-ses that surround the building. These figures are whimsical portraits of the gentlemen of the faculty. Each clutches in his hands a symbol in keep- ing with his personal tastes or abilities. - For example. Mr. Dallin holds an Indian mask, Mr. -Andrew a skull, Mr. Hoadley a swastika, and Mr. Farnum the fasces of authority. design utilizing a winged globe is being used to contrast and balance these grotesques. Early in the year a series of seated figures symbolizing the major activities of the school was designed and e.xecuted in one-quarter scale. These studies repre- sented sculpture, architecture, painting, design, drama, and knowledge. It was found, however, that the supporting but- tresses would be too small to accommodate these figures, and it is now planned to employ them in the interior decoration of the building. -Among the students whose work is to be perpetuated for tbe admiration of future inhabitants of M. S. A. are the following : Paul Winters, Eleanor Wilder, Helene Dauphinee, Eda Earle. Robert -Amendola, and Stephen A ' oeobowski of the modeling department ; John Phelps. Jeanne Harper, Roger Wolcott, Parker Lord, and Paul Quinn, members of the -Sophomore class ; Ernest Halberstadt, a Freshman; and Dorothy Thurlow and Lillian Burgoyne, alumnae. 6 Thoreau Out of the eartli as a tree or stone, Hale from its tempests of wind and of rain. Warmed to the heart by the life-giving sun. Rugged as soil, he came. Winds rushing by in the firs, over fields, ' rinkling the smoothness of water still; Winds rushing by took his face in their span. Shaping it to their will. Silences, circling all earth in their hold. Gripping the land when the air was dim ! Silences after the voices of fields Made a vast stillness in him. Spacing of trees, the bending of grass. The wonder life hid to careless eye: These caught his vision. He held as the pond The trees, the infinite skv. H. L. F. Fate “Poppycock! Waring ' s crisp, clipped accents broke in upon the speaker ' s measured tones. Munsell thus addressed, smiled tol- erantly at the interruption. He was by nature a tolerant soul, a distinguished scholar, a professor of philosophy, a recognized leader in his field. He glanced speculatively about the little group gathered in a corner of the club lounge. It was a small but dis- tinguished assemblage. There was Steele the great industrialist. Thayer the physicist, Obermann the author, and lastly Waring. Waring, whose name was one to conjure with in the field of science, whose experiments and research had gained him international fame. His cold grey eyes now rested on Munsell as impersonally and search- ingly as they customarily regarded protoplasms through a high-powered microscope. Munsell met their gaze with a slow, humorous smile. “You deny then the existence of Fate as a distinct factor, a personal force in life?’’ “Absolutely ! To believe in Fate, mv dear Munsell, is to attribute things to chance, to accidental occurrence. Such a belief cannot be reconciled with the tenets of science. We scientists know that life is governed by the operation of natural, fundamental laws. Fate has no place in a rational scheme of things, in an ordered universe such as ours. I repeat my assertion that a belief in Fate as a governing factor in life is poppy- cock. There is no such thing as Fate!” Waring ' s challenging glance swept the group a moment and then as no one replied he arose, and nodding a brief good-night, left the room. As he stepped out to his waiting car ' aring noticed that rain had begun to fall and that the pavements were already shin- ing wet. It would be slow driving in the city traffic but once outside he could gain time. He ground to a stop at a red light, and glanced impatiently at the dash clock, fretting at the mo- mentary delay. He disliked to have his orderly plans upset by small an- noyances, particularly when a matter of importance was involved. Tonight the final computations on his new for- mula must be revised so that in the morning all might be readj ' for tin final stage of his great experiment. Already it was practically completed. He had worked long and zealously, and now the outcome was no longer in doubt. It needed but a final checking over. Tomorrow it would be com- pleted, and he. Waring, would be in possession of the answer to that long sought enigma, the secret of life. Many before him had sought for it in vain, but he would succeed where they had failed. Everything was in readiness, and he alone possessed the key to un- lock the hidden chamber. Waring smiled grimly. Yes, he had guarded the experiment well and no one in the world suspected that he was on the verge of the stupendous revelation. W’ell, the world would find out after tomorrow, and what acclaim, what tre- mendous power would be his. He would have the world literallj ' in the hollow of his hand. He had now reached the outskirts of the city, and in obedience to his touch the powerful car leaped forward in a burst of speed. Waring noted with satisfaction the deep-throated roar of the motor, vibrant like a thing alive. Some poet one time had written of, “The cool impassioned beauty of a great machine.” Waring liked that jjhrase. How ai)plicable to life itself. For after all life was like a cool, im- passioned machine, governed by cer- tain laws, just as a machine operated upon certain laws of physics. It was all so ordered and scientific when one really saw clearly, and et incurable, fanciful dreamers like old Munsell talked about the influence of Fate, of how human beings were directed by chance. It was just a weak e.xcuse for failure, this attributing things to an obscure power called Fate. Well he. Waring, needed no such excuse, he would not fail through the interference of Fate. Life was not like that, it was a thing of order and law, test tubes and retorts, and tomorrow he would have the iiroof. He drove his foot triumphantly down upon the throttle and the car roared up the steep hill. To the right beyond the wooded guard rail the hill dropped sharply to the floor of a deep rock- ravine. Waring ' s eyes followed the fence curving up into the darkness like a white snake. Then his glance dropped to the dash clock. Five minutes and he would he home. Two glaring lights swept toward him around the curve ahead. Two lights that rapidly became four lights en- twined. and then a holocaust of light, writhing steel — and twisted flame. I- ' o-- an instant it flared in the night and then all became lost in the deeper blackness of the valley two hundred feet below. K. H. B. High-lights in the Yearns Assemblies I feel a bit like O. O. Meintire when he began reviewing the Stage of Life. As he so aptly says, “These are only my ideas, those of a common layman, no critic ' s words of wisdom.” Knowing Tomi as well as we do, made Mrs. Tomita ' s talk on Japan, just before Christmas, most interesting. Her little human, intimate glimpses told us more of Japan than any number of instructive articles. Mrs. Tomita made us see Japan as a neighbor and not as a strangely alien nation, as far from us in thought as in miles and customs. In striking contrast to the December 12 Assembly, came that of January 9, given by the girls from the Costume Course, who spent eight thrilling weeks amongst lace and furbelows, movie stars and ce- lebrities, to the tune of sewing machines and arrogant fitters in Xew York. All the girls were enthusiastic over their ex- perience and all brought home something new. Of course, of all the assemblies. Gordon Reynolds ' on February 13 gave me the most pleasure, because I could follow him in retrospect to almost all the places he visited. (9f course, being a man, he out- rode and out-walked me. He got the real spirit of Western joy in life out there and brought it back to us. On March 20, Ted Bradley gave us a very enjoyable hour with himself and his pupils of the dance. Ted utilizes his type wisely in the dashing, romantic type of dance. Even better than his Hungarian number was his Indian solo. If you have really seen the American Indian in one of his ritual ' dances, you can more readily appreciate the artistry of Ted’s interpreta- tion. It was virile, and vital, and truly sincere. A cheerful soul is Mr. Whiting, of the Herald: he tells humorous hits on him- self and others with a straight face but twinkling eye. His intimate glimpses of some of our political leaders, and of poli- tics in general, held us clapping for more even after twelve o ' clock. — the real test! On April 3. our own Elmer Hall came in and gave us, not oidy an interesting and amusing talk, but some sane advice and in- side information about the theatre and the problems that confront its people. Despite the wet climax, following the submarine story, it was a most success- ful morning. We are still hoping that Mr. Minot felt no offence at being greeted on his late arrival by a burst of song entitled, most aptly, “Oh. M ' here is John? His list of hasty reviews made us wish he could have stayed over-time, but even literary edi- tors get hungry and he left us on the crest of interest crying for more. f)ur . ssembly with the Xoyes School of Rhythm representatives proved highly entertaining. .Some of our members have visited the Xoyes School and tried a few capers for themselves. They report a good time, and that we may easily believe. Signing off, Peggy Flexxer. 7 T he Plumbline The Green Moon by ' era, the Vers Libre Versifier I peek through the knot-hole In iny daddy ' s wooden leg And wonder why They built the shore So close to the ocean And why they cut the sleeves Off daddy’s vest And dug up Fido ' s bones To make a sewer. Famous Failures The man who opened a Gift Shop in Edinburgh. Nature Oh see the leaves upon the tree That is where they ought to be Whether they be foul or fair Papa did not put them there. S. H. Utopia Realized New School Promises Much in Way of Improvements Many new features contributing to the comfort and enjoyment of the stu- dents will be incorporated in the new school, according to O. I. Inmiigate. superintendent of constrnction in an exclusive interview with the Plumber. ■‘We hope to give the students a better break, said Fumigate, and in- troduce conveniences that will tend to brighten their few leisure moments. For example, the stair treads will be finished in overstuffed leather enabling students to sit on the stairs for longer intervals than are possible at present. The wooden and iron treads now em- ploved become irksome after a period of half an hour or so and students be- come tired out from walking about iu search of a comfortable seat. With these new leather stairs bigger and better rest periods will be possilile. Another novelty will be the new drinking fountains. These will come in assorted flavors and have special musical attachments that play har- monious and uplifting tunes when the handle is turned. Think how inspiring it will be to inhale a lemon and lime to the air of ' That ' s My Weakness Now,’ or perhaps a chocolate malted while the fountain plays ‘I Can ' t Ciive You . nything but Love, Baby’.’’ Having learned these pertinent and hitherto unrevealed facts about the new building, the Plumber sought expert opinion on the character of the build- ing site. He succeeded in obtaining the following statement from Epamin- ondous Formaldehyde. Royal Blue Line driver and an authority on sites. Said Formaldehyde, In the pursuance of professional duties, I recently passed the future location of your new school and I must say that I’ve never seen a better dump.’’ Assemblies You Should July 18 Not Miss Gordon MacTavisb Reynolds, noted traveler, author of Westward Whole, Across Salt Lake in a Prairie Schooner, etc., will lecture on Our National Won- ders — Blonde and Brunette. August 3 kl. Walker Burbank, chief electrician of M. S. A., will talk on How I Put Transformers in the Northern Lights or Midnight Frolics with .Aurora Bore- alis.” Ave Atque Vale The current spasm represents the last appearance of the Plumbline. This is our curtain speech, our swan song. If some of you have gleaned an occa- sional chuckle from this page, a mo- mentary glow of pleasure perhaps, then we have not plumbed in vain. K. H. B. — The Plumber. An Intervietv With Rabbi Dr. Harry Levi Young lady to see you. Dr. Levi.” I ' ll he down in a moment, came the voice so familiar to hundreds of radio fans. I was thankful for the moment which gave me ample time to observe my sur- roundings. The very simplicity of the room seemed to tell of the greatness of the man, h ' mself. The Rabbi began, in his calm and re- served manner, to speak of his work at Temple Israel, work which well qualifies him as an exceptionally interesting speak- er for our commencement exercises. The majority of people,” he said, think of -Art only as a painting which is hung in a museum. They do not make it a part of their lives.” T)r. Levi has organized classes at the Temple in which people, both adults and children, may study painting, sculpture, wood carving, drama, and music. These students are being given a chance to under- stand and appreciate -Art. to become more intimate with it, to express themseh ' es, and to develop their talents. Their organizer and director spoke with pride of the fine showing whicli some of these people made in a recent exhibition at 40 Joy Street. Many prominent men have spoken at their class meetings, including our own Mr. Farnum. The Rabbi siKike of the absence of plastic art in the synagogues. “The early. Orthodox Jews did not rea- lize that there might he painting in the Synagogue other than a representation ot the image of (jod. A ou see, the second Hebrew Commandment, ‘Thou shalt have no other God before thee, led them to dis- approve of all plastic .Art. Therefore there are no early Jewish painters of repute. Our people in the past have done more in drama and music than in painting. Tixlay we know that there is a place in the Temple for .Art, and that it need not take the form of a representation of God.” Dr. Levi has appointed an .Art Board, composed of men who have had definite art training and who are competent to judge all art work done for the Temple. I asked the Rabbi the subject of his talk for Commencement. I do not plan my talks, ' ’ he told me, “but it will probably have something to do with the relation of .Art to our daily The Bridgewater Murals This year the project of painting mural decorations for Bridgewater Normal School is being completed. I ' or the past two years, members of the Senior Drawing and Painting classes have been carrying on the work under the super- vision of Mr. .Andrew. For the subject of the murals Air. .Andrew planned a unified series of panels embodying the idea of general education. Each of tlie five panels expresses a land- mark in the history of education. Classi- cal, Medieval, and Hebrew education are depicte d. The central panel pictures Horace Mann, the founder of the Bridge- water Normal School, and his first grad- uating class of three girls. In the fifth panel, the first public school in .America, which was maintained in Dedham, is shown. There was also space in tlie auditorium for ten small panels, and these. Air. .An- drew planned to be painted in gray mono- chrome, and to represent the Nine Aluses. The tenth panel will represent the figures of Painting and .Architecture, leaving space for an inscription. (This tablet, IK) doubt, will give honor where honor is due — to Air. Farnum, as director of the project for the school, and to Air. .Andrew, supervisor of the work. It will also give the name of each student whose work is represented in the decorations.) The decorations progressed so well the first year, and last year, that there were only five of the small panels left for this year ' s class to undertake. Erato, the Muse of Lyric Poetry, is by .Arthur Corsini : the Aluse of History is by Ed- ward Alenges : the Aluse of Religious Poetry by Rachel Clapp; and Calliope, the Aluse of Epic Poetry, by Lincoln Levinson. To Ralph .Shepherd was in- trusted the Inscription Panel. The painting of these murals has given an opportunity not often open to the art ' student. This opportunity being recog- nized and appreciated, the project was undertaken seriously, and each panel rep- resents the finest and most sincere work of which each student is capable. Appreciation To those e.xtra people, who have had such a large part in the making of The ' Vignette this year, and who have done their chores ' ’ so cheerfully, we want to express our ap])reciation. Their work has been as important as that of the regular staff, and the staff is grate- ful to them for the fine spirit with whicli they have contributed. Air. Porter and Mr. Brewster have given us splendid articles, and Air. Brewster has been very kind in loaning us interesting cuts. We have tried to maintain a certain standard, and if ne have succeeded at all. it has been through Air. Jamison’s unfailing willingness to help. • He has kept us from e.xcesses and encouraged our best efforts. We are deeply grate- ful for this year of work with him. 8 EDITCCI AL DORIS WHITTAKER, Editor Editorial Staff Class Editors M. Root K. Gillette N. Smith D. Hunter E. Durgin K. Barton M. Oliver L. Gifford Sandburg People vs. Ford Hall” 5 :30 P. M. A cool, unhurried walk across the Common, the lack of haste soon to be regretted, for after standing in line over an hour the doors finally opened, admitted a horde of people who were fortunate enough to gain a seat, and he, who had but recently sauntered across the Common — was confronted with these words, which seemed to leer and gloat from the placard upon which the dreaded letters were all too evident: •‘.STANDING ROOM ONLY I At last, inside the immortal gates, “Silver collection, please,” the self-conscious Art student laid his ipiarter to rest amongst the numerous dimes dep rsited hy his more brazen brethren. He had regained only partial conscious- ness when a paper was thrust in his hands and he was asked to lift his voice with the rest of the multitude and carol forth sweet moan with a voice for many years a topic for discussion amongst his fellows. Added to this, numerous elbows prodding him under the seventh rib (note Pre- Rephaelite description), and in other and sundry locations on the anatomy, was not at all conducive to the proper control of the larynx. However, the scribe moved his lips in the accepted fashion, — and those assembled held their rage in check. The Bedlam increased until it became, to the uninitiated ear, a jumbled, chaotic cacophony of sound : “W ' a-ay down up- on the Su-wan-eeee rivuh !’’ “Silver col- lection. please! “My! Isn ' t it close in here? “Close? Yeh ! All we need is a little olive oil an ' a fancy label ! “Say ! would ya ' kindly — “Silver col- lection. please! “No. madam, there are no seats! “ ' hich one of them is Sand- burg? “Yes? No? Why? “I won- der how hot it really is? And ever and anon, ringing triumphantly above the assorted clamor came the insistent tenor, “Silver collection, please !“ Even Jingle Bells did little to re- lieve the oppressing heat. One thought of “Frigidaire ' ’ and Coue and wondered how it would feel to pass out and be carried feet-first through those hard-won doors, bevond which was good air, — fresh air — CCDOL AIR! “No! Don ' t think! Makes your head feel queer ! Bad stuff — stifling! Carry on! Sandburg ' ll soon be here !’’ .- t last, a gray-haired, homely man stumbled awkwardly to the center of the stage. From all outward appearances he was a rather colorless person, save for the manner in which he aff ected his hair. This was Sandburg. It seemed almost impossible to see in this man the champion of free verse, the soldier, edi- tor, correspondent, biographer, vagabond, and poet. Sandburg, after listening uncomfort- ably to the chairman who, with pompous abdomen and frock coat much in evidence, stood imploring the people to recognize both his and Sandburg ' s greatness, rose, and in a dry, inimicable manner, began to acquaint his super-heated audience with his subject. He proceeded to read some thirty-eight original definitions of poetry. “Poetry, drawled Sandburg, “is the journal of a sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air. “Or, he continued, deliberately, “poetry is a synthesis of hyacinths — and biscuits ! In defining poetry, Sandburg explained that the plow was once an effective poetic symbol, but it is now being replaced by a tractor. He claimed that it is as use- less for modern poetry to affect a classi- cal guise as it is for a ' aldorf roll to masquerade as the loaf that the raven brought Elijah. Both the old and the new have their place. — the ri( ht place. Chariot races were quite the thing at Antioch, but one never sees a chariot on Newhury Street. The poet read selections from his latest publication. Good Morning America, in which he says, Behold the proverbs of a people, a nation : There ' s one born every minute ! Keep off the grass ! Watch your step ! Don ' t park here ! Keep your shirt on ! Ten cents apiece, three for a quarter! A man of infinite variety ; he then produced a guitar and crooned a reper- toire of American folk-songs, “songs, he explained, “of the people. All too soon, he concluded and the Forum began. It was immediately sug- gested, and the suggestion was applauded right lustily, that Sandburg continue, and the Forum be dispensed with. Unhap- pily. this motion was not carried, but Sandburg ' s imperturbable nature and dry humor showed to tremendous advantage in the F ' orum that followed. His calm self-restraint wa s an armor against both the subtle and obvious insults fired at him, and his caustic wit proved an effec- tive lance. When asked if he had a new Lincoln anecdote, he replied that Lincoln once entertained a number of the fashionable set at the White House, one, a woman of exceptional girth, who promptly sat and spread herself upon Lincoln ' s new beaver hat. Some minutes later the pon- derous creature arose, and Lincoln, look- ing ruefully at the remains, addressed her in this fashion, “I could have told you. Madam, before you sat down, that it wouldn’t fit you!” The impression that one first received of this biographer of Lincoln, was now quite definitely conveyed. Through his intense and sincere study he seems to have absorbed the very spirit of the Emancipator, this other queer man, Sand- burg. Paul Quixn. Around the Galleries M’ith a sudden strong noise, the sun rose out of China, the temple bells were ringing in my ears, and a grinning croco- dile leered at me from the corner of the room. No. all this commotion was not due to the after-effects of the night be- fore. It was merely an intoxicating il- lusion aroused by the pictures of India and Palestine, by Ruth Coleman. They were on exhibition at the ’ose, and were uni(|ue. unusual, quite different. In fact. I liked them awfully. They were done in flat areas of water color on soft, porous paper which gave them the effect of block prints. They were a striking example of design and color, and the picturesque subjects made them quite unforgettable. “On the Shore of Galilee was a de- sign in blues and grey-purple of a Biblical shepherd strolling thru the wilderness with his shepherd ' s pipe and his dog be- side him. A humorous donkey with a pale purple hide amiably carries a young Israelite in “Jerusalem Boy on Donkey.” “Hindu Women Water Carriers” has in the foreground a number of Burmah girls such as the one in Kipling ' s verse. Their faces are the original sun-tan hue. and their petticoats are the traditional yellow and green with red and blue stripes. Each carries a green water jar poised upon her hip. The temple bells are no joke. You can really hear them now. Miss Coleman ought to do the designs for a new edition of Kipling, for her sketches exhale that same powerful feeling of the atmosphere of India that we find in “Kim and the “Jungle Books.” This collection was in the small room at the ' ose. The display in the main gallery was almost as good. The two exhibitions made a League of Nations as 9 far as the subjects were concerned for the large room was filled with oils and water colors of German castles, Italian and French streets and houses, bits of the canals of enice, and of the English sea- coast. The artist, Leonard Richmond, treats his picturesque subjects decoratively and his colors are clear and fresh. The water colors in particular are transpar- ent and very water-colory.” “Corfe Castle, Dorsetshire, England” is a grey pile upon a dark hill lightened in one spot where the sun strikes the green grass. The River Doubs, Besan- con, France” has a fragile and spotless (luality with its pale blues and faint shades of yellow. In Lakes in the Clouds, two cups of clear green-blue water are caught in the hollows of the gloomy hills. Among the oils were, The Entrance to the Bequinage,” a still, vhite street, barred with shadows, and on either side high, steep-gabled houses roofed with orange shingles. The Golden Sands of Dinard, Brittany captured me by its melodious title. I don ' t remember the picture, itself. At Messrs. Doll and Richards ' there has been a group of sculptures by Edgardo Simone, mostly portrait beads. There was a woman ' s figure emerging from the rough marble in an interesting pose. It was called Inspiration Musicale, and was intended for a foun ' .ain. Prayer is a subdued bust of a madonna-like per- son, whose meek, slim hands are up- raised on either side of her head. The Boston . rt C lub put on a large and varied show of prints, including etchings, dry-points and wood-blocks which are nearly all beautifully designed and woith studying for tbeir technical beauty alone. The first one that at- tracted my eye as I entered, ( probably because it resembled a costume sketch ) was an etching of a foreign-appearing woman, very likely a Russian, judging from the number of syllables in the ar- tist ' s name. The face was very carefully drawn in detail while the clothing, a printed shawl and skirt were simply sug- gested with a few lines and a surface pattern. The contrast between the fin- ished head and the simply rendered cos- tume made the whole very pleasing. Broken Rails by P. B. Parsons was a dry-point of a rickety rail fence lead- ing up a hill to a tree-shadowed fairy house like the one where the witch lived. There were several etching of fisher- men by Sears Gallagher and a delicate sketch of the dunes and the water. Sand and Sea, by E. B. Warren. Near the door were two very lovely etchings of a snow-storm. The solid masses of trees and fence posts were indicated by short broken lines far enough apart to suggest that snowflakes blurred the rest. (Jne of the best block prints in color is Ernest ' atson ' s, Day ' s End ; great dark horses tugging at a plow under a gold and purple sumset. A more striking print, tho ' not as beautiful, is the one called “Prayer for the Drowned, a group of women in silhouette, with upflung arms imploring the iieavens for mercy. At the Public Library the result of the annual “House Beautiful cover contest was shown. Many and varied are the ideas inspired by the word “house, ' ’ from “moving day” to a futuristic house and garden piled on top of a skyscraper. Moving Day had several versions. In one, the furniture was being neatly packed into a van in the orthodox way, in an- other, a vagabond fellow lazily drove along the highway with his cuckoo clock and bridge lamp tucked in the back of the wagon. M. rjorie E. Root A Rhapsody in Blue ■ t this time of the year it has appeared customary for local seniors to digress on pulling up the stakes, letting out the topsail or wheeling the plane out of the hangar to venture into the blue etber to answer a mysterious urge, the future. The air is teeming with suppre.ssed yearn- ings, lingering regrets and tearful fare- wells. Life, take me for what I am! I ' m your responsibility now. Those curling, yellow green tendrils left in the gutter in late . pril, the for- sythia dying in May, the haunting es- sence of the first roses in June no wonder we suddenly drop all the little strings we are pulling and sit down in the grass. There is the warmth of the sun, a lur- in,g sweetness of opening buds, damp from rain. There is the ground, hard, brown, cracking for a strong little, green spear. There are those wonderful, tou.gh, soaring columns encased in their fibrous, coarse, scale like bark. victi)rs over sn; w, sleet and icy winter blast. Those waiting trees stand with their emptiness rewarded. They are exultant on every bough. The air is busy with birds ; the sky, clear or massed with the schooners of the wind. film of green creeps over every dull and hardy shrub. Late in the day the sun glows low in the sky. The street warm in misty orange light is barred with shadows. There is a faint music of the birds, a rubbing of tbeir feathers as they nest. When the sun comes around the corner, you take your hat off. It lifts your hair, puts cool fingers over your eyes. . nd when evening setlcs down, the stir grows (piiet in the grass. The first faint piping of the crickets comes from far. In the still- ness that dying forsythia looks like a white ghost on the lawn ; there ' s a white moon swiftly skimming the stars. Deep in the heart of the night, blue branches mingle, make a lattice against gray distance. The pattern of outlines, of objects blurs. Grass, trees, and sky blend, a mist envelops all. There is no earth, only a space and a silence. Hili). L. Frost. What Follotus? The Vignette, as a bi-monthly fea- ture. is gone. Long live — what?? Now that the deed is done and a good work has been terminated, wbat is to be done to fill the space? It leaves a space. It is not entirely as if it had never ex- isted. We. who have worked for it, have had faith in it. We believe that it meant something, that it filled some need, even in a trade school. hor two years we have fought to build it up, to make it worthy of an art school, worth the effort that was put into it, worth the paper it was printed on. We have tried to give you timely, interesting articles. When we have been fortunate enough to hear a speak- er whose name means something to us all, we have tried to pass our experi- ence along for the enjoyment of those who couldn ' t go. When we have found things of interest in the theatre, in lit- erature, we have handed them on to you. We have tried to keep you in touch with current e.xhibitions. We have given you a regular column of humor. The Plumbline, lest our mag- azine become too serious. We have tried to give variety, and we have had faith enough in our work to know that The Vignette has not passed out of ex- istence because it was unworthy. There is a group of people, here, to whom The Vignette has been a source of information and enjoyment, people wbo appreciate the opportunity to con- tribute to such a paper, and who would like the experience which work of that sort offers. L ' nfortunately, these peo- ple are in the minority. The school owes them such an opportunity as ex- isted in The Vignette. They are the people of ability. They are the ones who will feel a loss. They are the ones through whom any e.xpression of the school as a whole must come, and because there is a larger number of people who take no interest in such a form of exi)ression, who do not care one way or the other, these others, who have the ability, and to whom it makes a difference, must be deprived of an opportunity which is their due. On what ground has The Vignette been discontinued? On this, that it was not representative of the school as a whole: that an art school is no place for a literary magazine. Why is this school unable to support a literary magazine? Why should our means of expression be limited to graphic form? Are we blind to other arts than our own? This has become a mere trade school, a place where people come to learn a trade, and where they get just what they come after. If extra things are offered, they feel no obligation to take them. If they do not like them they have the privilege of removing them. Certainly, if an organ of ex- pression is not serving its purpose ade- |uately, there is no question that it should be made to do so, but to destroy a good work and to offer no substitute, notbing to fill the .gap, that is some- thing entirely different. 1 (giestion the right of any majority to vote out an institution which has no greater fault than that of shooting over their heads, and which, for others, has proven a source of stimulation and enjoyment, an educational feature which they desire and appreciate. The majority vote may be a democratic feature, but it is not always the best move for a school as disorganized as this is. D. W. 10 PMOTCeCAPHS Faculty C ass of 1929 Class of 1930 Class of 1931 Class of 1932 Organizations 11 Koyai. B. Farntm 10 Prospect I ' errace, Newtomille 12 ELLA MUNSTERBERG 36 Cloflin Road, Brookline, Mass. Instructor of History of Art The Painter of History! Out of the ages have come voices both sad and in song that some of us do not hear. These shadowy fancies that hover in the dimmer realms of thought, she weaves like singing voices into a harmony to influence our songs for the future, or, perhaps, a present song. Ever thoughtful of our happiness — ever a lover of beautv she inspires us all. Oh, for the wings of a chainless mind. And the power of a Soul that is free To soar like the breath of a Heavenly wind Through the realm of mystery. JOHN SHARMON 101 Camden Street, Boston, Mass. Instructor in Painting Silver landscapes and silver bowls — sturdy fir trees and delicate peonies - — so do his canvases speak. We, too, have tried to grasp that firm and con- stant viewpoint; and how proud we are when someone says — “Why that’s quite Sharmonesque I” MR. OTIS PHILBRICK 10 Hillcrest Pkwy., Winchester, Mass. Graduate of M. S. A. Mr. Philbrick — we like you — wheth- er you are talking to us “en masse” or are giving an individual criticism. Artist, Philosopher, Compelling Per- sonality; the unpretentiousness, dignity, and high standards which you daily hold before us give us inspiration to nobler thought in life. EFFIE BYRON WHITTET 15 Chilton Road, West Roxbury, Mass. Studied at Boston University, Sim- mons, and M. S. A. Librarian and Instructor in Library Methods Mrs. Whittet, custodian of books, car-check blanks, models, and surgical supplies. The sky is surely dark when she is not with us. The office needs her, the models need her — we all need her. Among those necessary to our well-being and success, she is surely indispensable. DR. LILAH MERLE VAUGHAN 400 Crescent Street, Waltham, Mass. Graduate of Boston University with degrees A.B., A.M., and PHD. Phi Beta Kappa. Gradute study at Harvard. Civic Welfare work. Women ' s Municipal League. Ad- viser of women and Professor of Economics and Sociology at Boston University School of Education. Instructor in Sociology Did I tell you about the time I — ? Now if you don’t settle down I’ll have to exert some social control!’’ The center of our stimulating sociology classes manages us so adroitly that we learn a great deal while we have a good time. Somehow in her discussions of human relations we come face to face with one of our best friends at M. S. A. MISS ZELLA BUCKINGHAM 48 Clearway Street, Boston, Mass. Alumnus M. S. A. It doesn ' t seem very long ago that we used to see her downstairs in the corridor sketching in charcoal a draped clay figure which she had modelled. Now she is busy making model Fresh- men ! 13 MISS HELEN CLEAVES Waban, Mass. Studied with Charles Woodbury and Denman Ross No person has in greater measure that particular (juality of youngness which comes from an active interest in one’s work, and a keen delight in the business of living. This lady has an exuberant enthusiasm which is in- fectious. She is an excellent enter- tainer and a fine teacher. MISS AMY RACHEL WHIi riER 93 Chestnut Street, Boston, Mass. Graduate of M. S. A., Cowles Art School, Harvard, and Univ ' ersities of Boston and Chicago Head of Department of Art Education The lady of the misty amethyst and silver — her friends must reach to the far corners of the earth! She is the Person whom we love and will always remember — no other can fill the place she holds for us. “What is Friendship? Something deep That the heart can spend and keep; Wealth that greatens while we give. Praise that heartens us to live.” WALTER W. JAMISON 206 Beals Street, Brookline, Mass. Graduate of Yale, A.B., Graduate work at Harvard, A.M. Studied at Columbia, Instructor M.I.T. Instructor in English Sometimes he is devastating, always he opens to us a new world of thought. Of all that we receive in his class, or at “Our Boston Club” we remember most ; “One man who walks among you still prefers Music of ringing truth to ringing spurs.” DR. JAMES MACE ANDRESS 67 Clyde Street, Newtonville, Mass. B.P.D. and A.B. Michigan State Nor- mal College; Ph.M. University of Chicago; A.M. Harvard; Ph.D. Clark University; Head of De- partment of Psychology and Social Hygiene, State Normal School, Worcester, Massachusetts Instructor in Department of Education “I ' m afraid we’ll have to discuss that another time,” Dr. Andress says when we wander into a fascinating byway in psychology class. But what- ever the subject is, in listening to his keen, direct handling of the topic, we get a glimpse of a red cheeked boy set off on an adventure. EDWIN A. HOADLEY 44 Comwith. Road, Watertown, Mass. Alumnus M. S. A. Student of Dynamic Symmetry, Lecturer, Instructor in Mechanical Drawing, Freshman Design and Composition ' e learn to do by doing and “do- ing gets to be a habit in Mr. Hoad- ley’s classes, where we gather ideas from everywhere and adapt them to our particular needs. ' Fo translate into the language of those we wish to reach rather than copy — many quick sketches — accuracy are all familiar things in Room I. To make the time doubly interesting there are always the black-board frogs, the magic, and the puns, among the versatilities of this friend who makes the Freshmen smile in their first disconsolate days and teaches the seniors the power be- hind the piece of chalk. LEO O’DONNELL 56 Fellsway East, Malden, Mass. 1 1.LUSTRATOR Instructor in .Antique and Life Drawing Illustrator in Anticpie and Life Drawing — Alumnus — teacher — and ? W’ho shall say w’hat else! Dignitv rests well on his broad shoulders and is reflected in his sympathetic view- point. He is a true modern — one who sees and reads things — always amus- ing, sometimes critical, seldom com- plimentary, he enjoys “knocking off” a piece of work with us. 14 LAURIEN H. MARTIN 14 Park Street, Lowell, Mass. Instructor in Metal Crafts Mr. Martin is one of our faithful stand-bys who has been with our school longer than his years would seem to warrant. .After studying here and abroad, portraiture, design and archi- tecture he happened to take up the study of metal work in England, and was the first to bring the craft to this country. Not content to develop one type of work, he is always in search for new ideas or adaptations of old and inventing new methods. Best of all he is always ready and eager to pass on his new ideas to us. D.ANIEL O. BREWSTER 172 Branch Street, Boston, Mass. Graduate M. S. Design at Designers .Art School. Stage Craft at Emer- son College Instructor in Design, Stage Craft, AND Theatre Design Mr. Brewster’s infectious enthusiasm is aroused alike by trips to Prague, T. T. pageants, and floral acquisitions. Whatever the source of his gleeful delight he is anxious to share it. Who among us — that has become a kindred soul by verbose aporeciation of gold- fish or cleevia — has not been invited to partake of his hospitality at Beacon Ilill or Rockport? FREDERICK .M. WILDER 20 Willard St., East Braintree, Mass. Degrees of B.S. and M.S. Harvard University Dean of M. S. .A. By the prompt memorizing of 105 first names Dean Wilder wins the im- mediate gratitude of as many lone- some, floundering Freshmen. He is destined to share, later, some of the dark secrets (e.g. the contents of his rank file) ; but we are convinced after a four years’ acquaintance, that he is honestly interested in each of us, and that his demands for our honesty and integrity are not impossible, for he himself lives up to them. ISABELLE DAMRELL 5 Lee Street, Cambridge, Mass. Secretary to the Director Miss Damrell occupies a strategic position from which she may censor the maddening throngs that seek to in- vade the inner sanctuaries of the “Big Boss”, for wrapping paper so much in vogue for pastel studies. Fortunately for us that this Keeper of V’aluahles and Keeper Out of Unwelcome Visitors is an informidable person with a friendly smile and a pleasing personal- ity. CARUS E. D.ALLIN 69 Oakland .Avenue, .Arlington, Mass. Pupil of Freeman H. Bartlett — and studied abroad .Advisory Head of Dept, of Sculpture .Always the same — charming in his manner toward all! His eyes twink- ling with a keen sense of humor. Mr. Dallin has proved by his ability to “pass an undercut” that he can join in play as well as work. He never flatters; yet his words express sym- pathy rather than reproach. .As he says, “It is easy when %ou know how.” RICHARD ANDREW Fenway Studio 30 Ipswich Street, Boston, Mass. Studied with Laurens and Gerome Instructor of .Anatomy and Life Drawing .A direct and forceful personality, keen and sincere in his criticisms. His trenchant comment and intense sin- cerity brings to his students new vistas of the intinitv of .Art and a realization of the high purpose of the artist’s pro- fession. 15 ADRIAN J. lORIO Boylston Street, Boston, Mass. Instructor in Design A star in the heavens to the design- er! One is always sure of encourage- ment and enlightenment from him ; and he so amuses us with his tales of the “printers’ devil to absorb all his teachings would be a great achieve- ment. So important is his course in design and reproduction that we, as artists, appreciate his promise of ad- vice and help in the next few years. MISS ANNA MAYHEW HATHAWAY 1409 Comwlth. Avenue, Allston, Mass. School of Design of Lowell Institute, Boston, Harvard Instructor in Color Harmony Can vou think of a more appropriate name for this charming person? Truly she reminds one of a little lady from another century as she teaches us to blend subtle colors into a harmony of design; then with a flash we evolve a color scheme in “her rich yellows” that is brilliantly modern. Rainbowmist, fragility of daisies, twilight in an old fashioned garden — these personify Miss Hathaway! ALBERT S. KENDALL 73 Parker Street, Newton Centre, Mass. A.B. Harvard. Studied at Technology and abroad Instructor in .Architectural Drawing ■A jolly remark about being prompt and on the job, and Mr. Kendall has started the day aright. .An all day Friday affair for the Sophomores, but when Mr. Kendall is there we do ap- preciate architecture. I guess we can build a house or erect a Doric, or Ionic column now ! JOHN E. ALCOTT 55 Florence .Avenue, Norwood, Mass. Graduate of M. S. .A. Instructor in Design A ' outh, humor, good fellowship, and even satire, beam through Jack ' s merry eyes. The Designers come to him with their troubles and generally have them solved, for one of his weaknesses is helping the other fellow. May he prosper. RAYMOND .A. PORTER 331 Harvard Street, Cambridge, Mass. Study at Chicago .Art Institute. Mem- ber of Boston Society of Sculptors, .Member of Copley Society Head of Department of Sculpture The big, gray man, who does every- thing with a charm and freedom that makes us all want to be bachelors! We know many things about him, but here are a few things that perhaps not all of us know- — He sings, plays the piano, recites poetry by the hour, doesn’t smoke a pipe, and is an excellent chef! WILBUR DEAN HAMILTON Trinity Court, Dartmouth Street, Boston, Mass. .Alumnus M. S. .A. pupil at the Ecole des Beaux .Arts, Paris Head of Department of Fine .Arts The man who treats us with teas and inspiration and serves us well with his gentle criticisms. .Above all, he notices your idea of color and sense of beauty. What ho !— a genial disposi- tion and a kindly attitude toward all, always a brief word of encouragement to “les enfants.” 16 THP:R0N I. CAIN South Braintree, Mass. .Mumnus M. S. A. Instructor in Perspective and Free Hand Drawing The callow Freshmen learn from Mr. Cain the necessity for punctuality and the fact that there are limits to all things even rest periods! Under his meticulous piloting upper classmen steer through complexities of perspec- tive safely, save those occasional Phil- istines who persist in looking through their center of vision upon horizon lines that are “not in the assignment’’. ERNEST L. MAJOR 30 Ipswich Street, Boston, Mass. Still studying everywhere Drawing and Painting Department Few words are far too inadequate to do justice to Mr. Major. I ' he varied scintillating personality that we who study under him are privileged to know carries us along with a driving force that leaves us exhausted but mentally exhilarated at the end of class. Mr. Major gives freely his views on hooks, plays, paintings, per- sonalities, symphonies, movies and on “ad infinitum”, sometimes amusingly, satirically, reverently, spiritedly but always with enthusiasm. MISS IRMA COFREN 1284 Beacon Street, Brookline, Mass. .Mumnus M. S. A., experience with Hickson’s New York, and Connick Studios Instructor in Costume Design Mais, oui I Of course, vou know M iss Cofren — who is always so ex- (luisite. Cha-arming and delightful, enthusiastic as a teacher and very much interested in all that we do. Miss Cofren is training us to absorb all the beauty we can — not only to dream of it — but to use its message and its in- spiration! Color, line, beauty in art, literature and the drama — Miss Cofren has taught us to appreciate them. MISS MARTHA M. FLINT 267 High Street, Newbury port. Mass. Studied in Cincinnati, New York, and Boston. On Faculty of the S. D. Taylor School Instructor in Costume Design . happy little gray-haired person. It doesn’t take long to learn to love her! Twinkly blue eyes and ever so much experience in back of them. Time flies much too fast when we are with her! A tireless worker — who always knows best. Miss Flint loves to cook and has an attic just packed full of wonderful costumes. . nd can you imagine it? She is extremely fond of mathematics ! MRS. M. RUGG 62 Hamilton Street, Wollaston, Mass. .Mumnus M. S. A. and Cooper’s Union Pratt Institute and Chicago School of Design Instructor in Costume Design . most necessary member of the fac- ulty! .Mways skipping around to help us whether we belong in the class or not. Interested in everything that might prove beneficial to us. Mrs. Rugg has made a place of her own in our hearts. “Help” is really the theme word here because that is what Mrs. Rugg is doing for us all the time. MISS LILLIAN A. PHILLIPS 36 Robinwood .- ve.. Jam. Plain, Mass. Graduate M. S. A. Degrees B.S. M.. . Columbia. University Extension work Instructor in Crafts Miss Phillips is a lavish spender of her enthusiasm, knowledge, and in- terest on any who attend her class- terest on any one who attend her class- es or come to her for advice Her many years of experience are all ours for the asking. Correlation of art with good craftsmanship is her mes- sage — but she is not always so serious. Mention “Pixie” and see for yourself. Truly she proves that it takes a sym- pathetic adult to thoroughly enjoy good toys. 17 LUDWIG FRANK New School of Design, Newbury St., Boston, Mass. TE.-tCHER Tr.AINING Designer and decorator of glass, china, and silverware at Mt. Wash- ington Glass Works, New Bedford, Frenton Potteries, and Meridan Brit- tania Co. Studied with Eric Pape, and I. T. Tadd, Nicoli Meister and Donald MacDonald. Formerly head designer with Bigelow, Kennard Co. silversmiths. Textile designer with Puritan Mills of Boston. Instructor in School of Fine Arts, Washington University and Supervisor of Art in high schools, Bos- ton. Tuesday and Thursday afternoons are dear to us because of the associa- tion of Mr. Frank, food, rain, and the jolly air that not too subtle undertone gives the studio. A complete understanding of the subject in hand, or rather “on lap ’ and a more complete understanding of the failings of human nature devote us to “Frankie” (sssh, that’s behind his back.) MISS WOLLAHAN M. S. A. surelv welcomes Miss Wol- lahan as an addition to our executive force. Always ready to help us, al- ways ready with laughter, she grati- fies our every need. 18 officers CLASS OF NINKTFEX TWENTY-NINE Constance La Monte Andrew Flagg Lucy Doane I ' ice-PresiJent President Secretary POX reflection it seems impossible that tile rangy green weeds of our freshman days have in most cases become more cultivated plants. Freshmen have changed since our day — four long years ago! They are no longer humble as we were, trembling at Sophomores, confiding in Juniors and admiring Seniors. However we have ever been a revolutionary class. In Sophomore year arrayed in autumn shades we did our best to make miserable the lives of the incoming freshmen, to such an extent that the following year hazing was strictly a supervised affair. WE put on the prettiest costume dance of the school career and turned our old assembly hall into a Greenwich hllage with much wrapping paper and poster paint. We learned much of design and how many books on the history of furniture are not in the library when wanted. Mr. Jameson took the annual “Holy Pilgrimage”, and a good time was had by all. Junior year we blossomed out like Gershnin’s Rhapsody in Blue, tho’ it far from expressed our jovial tho’ dignified frame of mind. We began to actually draw figures with anatomy paramount and look for the pieces in the head painting. Helen Miles and staff put over a new kind of year book assisted by Mr. Alcott and Mr. O’Donnell, who kept our staff meetings from being uninteresting. This new departure in style we dedicated to Mr. Porter, much to that modest man’s surprise. Our Junior prom at the Somerset was the gala affair of the year beside a costume party for the benefit of the tear book, which was the last dance given in school. Poor Seniors, black is a ditting color to reflect the sudden responsibility toward cramming all into one last year that which should have been divided into four equally. We again become radival by electing a girl as president of the student association, and have proved ourselves right in so doing. Because we have had a most successful year with “Marj” to lead us. Of course our fingers are in all the pies, from the X. Y. crowd in assembly, to the year book and murals. Rachel is honored as being the only girl this year to paint one along with Lincoln, Arthur, Eddie and Ralph. For our final fling at being different we are all going to graduate in caps and gowns instead of smocks. To be poetical — “The song is ended, but the melody lingers on”. We wonder how long after we are gone will our d mimic presence linger. .MARGARET F. FLEXXER, Historian. ’23 19 HELENE DAUPHINEE 103 Hart Street, Beverly Farms, Mass. Modeling Course . Lovely lady! She has been compared to Venus de Milo, but who ever heard Venus giggle? We love her more each day. EDA B. EARLE 34 Weston Street, Brockton, Mass. .Modeling Course Do we admire and love her? Yea, even when she forgets us and self in absorption of something greater. Cjuess she has nice thoughts. •29 PALL VINAL WINTERS 9 .Mbemarle St., . rlington, .Mass. .Modeling Course Wanted ; . n argument I . ny kind will do. No experience necessary. Even so we all like him. Can ' t hel it — he ' s such a jolly good scout. Can’t say that about anybody. ESTHER BEROW 24 Floyd Street, Dorchester, Mass. Teacher Training Course .Music symphonies — a desire to have things right and beautiful, . mbitious with a hungry search for more knowl- edge. ELEANOR WILDER 26 Willart Street, E. Braintree, Mass. .Modeling Course . n energetic enigma — energy that sometimes causes its owner to spend lunch hours and vacations in school — an enigma in that. She can keep her- self to herself at will. LEO COLE 41 Central Street, W’hitman, Mass. Teacher Training C ' ourse Leo — a teacher with the ability to sell his stuff — and well I Keen, an- alytical but with a quick sympathy and a mane of hair that looks great with a trench coat. REBECCA COOKE .Attleboro, Mass. Teacher Training Course Rebecca is sunny, of course, and Beckey ' s an awfully nice girl. More considerate of others than most of us are. MARGARET D.AVIDSON f ' ranklin Square House, Boston, Mass. Teacher Training Course An unusual girl with very pretty hair. Clever as an artist, valuable as a friend, a lover of books and dancing. 20 LUCY DOANE Nahant, Mass. Te.acher Training Course Spirit of youth! of captivating frankness — Hail! To thee, Lucy, do we honor for all the little hoy and girl pictures, and your own merry heart. ALTHEA FOSS 5 Greenwood Ave., Wollaston, Mass. Teacher Training Course Little, hut deliciously sweet, Althea possesses a healthily hig mind of her own. ANDREW FLAGG 207 N. Washington St., No. .Vttlehoro, Mass. Teacher Training Course Full of the joy and vigor of youth, ■ ndy works and plays with equal energy. A clever organizer and a good friend. •29 HILDA FROST 121 Appleton Street, . rlington. Mass. Teacher Training Course Poet, reader, student and friend ; ap- preciative and understanding. Of an interesting and inspiring personality. FERN ELLA FOX R.F.D. 2, Lowell, Mass. Teacher Fraining Course ■ placid, undisturhed nature moving in a world of stolid assurance. She works seriously with a steady unruf- lled energy. THELMA FUN DEN 91 Blake Street, Mattapan, Mass. Teacher Training Course Quiet, dignified and conscientious — a fine craftsman and worth while pal. LORA GIFFORD 198 Forest . ve., Brockton, Mass. Teacher Training Course Fhe art of living; a dashing per- sonality that loves people — including fellow students. Clever and ready to think things through. KATHARINE GILLETTE South Hanson, Mass. Teacher Training Course Kay — eyes that sparkle with friend- liness, enthusiasm and charm. A lover of hooks and people — we won ' t stop to mention her fascinating smile. 21 EDITH GOLDING 12 Preston Road, West Roxbury, Mass. Teacher Training Course ■ Lovely eyes and pretty clothes. Gol- die has a clear and searching mind embellished by wit and a fine sense of humor. M.XRGARET HOENE.M.W 10 East Hastings St., A ' est Roxbury, Mass. Teacher Training Course Jovial — enthusiastic — confident enough to dare defeat. A happy lover of music. .ALICE JOSEPH 18 Bailey Street, Dorchester, .Mass. Teacher Training Course . delightfully vivacious dancer. Beloved by her school children and her grown-up friends. Happy brown eyes. •29 CONST.WCE L.AMONT 81 St. Stephen Street, Boston, Mass. Teacher Training Course Youth, joy and the dance! Sparkling wit sprinkled with unexpected strains of seriousness. Connie is alive, vibrant — gay I HELEN LINDBERGH 48 Rumford .Ave., Waltham, Mass. ' Peacher Training Course .Another refreshingly quiet Lind- bergh. Endeared to us all for her sweet charm and fine straightforward ness. ELIZ.ABETH REID 554 Mass. .Ave., Boston, Mass. Teacher Training Course Betty — straightforward, sympathetic and sincere. .A stimulating mind. .ANNA S.ALICE 78 Loring .Avenue, Winchester, Mass. Teacher Training Course Generous and good-hearted almost ■ to a fault. Happy — talkative — serious. Studious yet fun-loving. LOUISE SANGER 21 Holbrook St., Jamaica Plain, Mass. Teacher Training Course Quiet and pleasantly dignified. . n efficient, fine craftsman with a friendly interest in everyone. 22 VIRGINIA STARBIRD 9 Monaclnock Street, Boston, Mass, Teacher Training Course As full of bubbling enthusiasm as a starbird could be. She has that gift of making others comfortable. An ex- cellent teacher. HELEN TAYLOR 163 Plain Street, Lowell, Mass. Teacher Training Course Like all iuiet, unobtrusive young ladies, Helen keeps a store of humor and lots of reserve fun. Earnest and true. DORIS WHITTAKER 152 State Street, Newburyport, Mass. Teacher Training Course “Cy” means pep, a good companion — daring and independent. Very well read. ’29 MABEL BREEN 35 Packard Av ' enue, Somervdlle, Mass. Costume Illustration Course Sincerity and charm, plus a quiet and even temperament, prove Mabel “best in the long run.” ELAINE COOK 72 Elm Street, Wollaston, Mass. Costume Illustration Course Elaine — the practical Costume De- signer — and Cookie is a good sport and a splendid cook. We Know. MARION GREEN 47 Auburn Street, Waltham, Mass. Costume Illustration Course A non-temperamental artist! Quiet but necessary — would there be more of them. And she likes books. HAZEL HATCH 16 Mountfort Street, Boston, Mass. Costume Illustration Course Small but self-possessed; quiet but distinctive. A wealth of clever ideas, witticisms, and jolly camaraderie — an inimitable combination. ADELE HUNT Costume Illustration Course Conscientious and sincere; serious, but with an eye for fun; the sort of girl you’re proud to call Friend. 23 MARJORIE LIKINS 38 Glenn Road, Winchester, Mass. Costume Illustr. tion Course Capable — and enthusiastic, Marge is a worker. If it’s making a lasting friend or holding down a man-sized posi tion you can depend on Marge. HELEN LOWCOCK 47 Draper - venue, .Vrlington, Mass. Costume Illustration Course The founder of “corridor caroling in M. S. A. Helen has the best dis- position in the Costume Design class. MARGUERITE MOSCHARD 95 High Street, Waltham, Mass. Costume Illustration Course Cubby is a mystery — we secretly be- lieve she has discovered the art of ex- isting without sleep — turns out more work than is humanly possible. 29 JANICE PETERSON 8 Stevens Street, Stoneham, Mass. Costu.me Illustration Course Tall, slender and blonde! As mag- nanimous as she is tall, as graceful as she is slender, as feminine as she is blonde. MINNIE SIMON 6 Franklin Gardens, Roxbury, Mass. Costume Illustration Course Psychological deductions, the right amount of self confidence, plus the joy of living — equals Minnie, of course! ESTELLE SIMSON So. Somerset Avenue, Winthrop, Mass. Costume Illustration Course Stell, the lov ' able — who could resist her? Teaching at the Designer’s Art School. Loves Russians, fascinating bizarre colors and the Theatre. DOROTHY I. SMITH 13 . lder Street, Waltham, Mass. Costume Illustration Course The pink and blue girl — adores New York night life — happy and cheering to the atmosphere in Room 2. EMMA THOMAS 26 Fuller Street, Waltham, Mass. Costume Illustration Course An exuberant sense of humor; trick, high-waisted dresses; a veritable passion for jelly and lima beans! 24 HILDA WHYTE 15 Xahant Street, Lynn, Mass. Costume Iulustr. tiox Course X ' ivacious, charming, keen; pos- sessed of an affectionate friendliness; the Nth degree of graciousness and femininity. HELEN WISE Costume Illustr.ation Course Happy optimist! The charming combination of ready laughter and sensitive friendship makes Helen al- ways a jolly and desirable companion. DOROTHY MUNSTER 1199 Main Street, M ' altham, Mass. Costume Illustr. tion Course Illustrator of delightful sub-debs — a tireless worker with ambition and lots of pep. MYER BROTMAN Dr.awing . nd P.mkting Course 195 Chelsea Street, Everett, Mass. When the roll is called up yonder, Mike will still be enjoying his little game of watching his delicate feelings fueling. His etchings are in the Brot- rnan style, meaty and craftsmanlike. RACHEL CLAPP 22 W oodville Street, Roxbury, Mass. Drawing and Painting Course ,Mr. . ndrews calls Rachel, water- colorist and hope of the life class, his find; but we always knew she was good. She is New England, a de- lightful companion, and plans to teach and go with God. ARTHUR CORSINT 239 L incoln Street, Worcester, Mass. Drawing and Painting Course He ' s a humble admirer of Cezanne, Ciaugin and others who never went to art school. Art also whacks off rare water-colors and likes school so much that he is turning to freshmen influ- ences again. M. RGARET FLEXNER 101 Winthrop Road, Brookline, Mass. Drawing and Painting Course Peggy — official timekeeper of D. P. ' 29 — will do anything for anybody who asks politely — and when one refers a job to Peggy it is as good as done. FLOYD HARDY 15 Babcock Street, Brookline, Mass. Drawing and Painting Course Fhat Hardy annual” — joy of fem- inine hearts, to which, quoting Ernest L., one can proudly point, and with justifiable pride in his masculine rhythm say, Behold! This is an artist !” 25 DORIS HINCKLEY 184 White Street, Waverley, Mass. Drawing and Painting Course A carefree, childlike, naive Peter Pan (though evidences of mature thought on her part sometimes mar that impression) which elflike qualities are often immortalized with chalk and charcoal by admiring contemporaries. LINCOLN LEVISON 237 Park Ave., Worcester, Mass. Drawing and Painting Course Lincoln ' s practicality is remarkable. Knowing his goal, he plans to reach it through labor backed by reason. His self-discipline often includes his neigh- bors, but he is charming in moments of relaxation. ’29 HELEN CABOT MILES 10 Lynde Street, Salem, Mass. Drawing and Painting Course Capable, willing, and dependable — not at all “high hat” though the Ma- jor portion of the faculty frequently reminds her that the Cabots speak only to Lowells. MARY SCHRODE 42 Henderson Street, Arlington, Mass. Drawing and Painting Course Mary has never been known to be angry at anyone but herself, and then only because she deplores her inability to concentrate. She has talent and taste, and much improves a rainy day. EDWARD MENGES 117 Bellevue Road, Lynn, Mass. Drawing and Painting Course “What are you going to do next year?” doesn’t bother Eddie. Of a noted family of artists, he has already made his mark in the teaching world. He wears a sheep-skin coat, but means well. RALPH SHEPHERD 20 Glenwood Street, Lynn, Mass. Drawing and Painting Course Ralph, author of that good old side- splitter — “What are you going to do next year?” is fully capable of dash- ing off some good ones. A gentleman, always amiable and witty. MARJORY SODERLUND 120 Hemenway Street, Boston, Mass. Drawing and Painting Course Marjry — lady of extremes — can act delightfully foolish or preside with dignity at a Student Association Meet- ing. One moment exuberant, the next depressed — we guess it ' s the tempera- ment that artists are made of. ALFRED SPITTAL 70 Moffat Road, Waban, Mass. Drawing and Painting Course You want encouragement? Alfred ' s there. Or turpentine? And candy? Al ' s still there. Thumbtacks, smiles, and nickels. Compositions — but Al’s not there ! 26 MAX GORODMTSKY 16 Pleasant Street, Lynn, Mass. Design A phenomenon — a modest genius! An accomplished technician with a genuine sense of beauty. But high hat? No! Just a darn good sport. MARY HAWES 7 Doane Street, Fairhaven, Mass. Design Refined — sophisticated — perfect poise — I must get on my horse.” — By the vvay, she is saddling her horse to go to Europe this summer. The lucky designer. VIRGINIA SQUIRES 20 Mansfield Street, Lynn, Mass. Design The Rubyiat — ham sandwiches — Ruthie — beautiful craft work. A dec- orative designer and I don ' t mean maybe ! EDGAR MARBLE 39 Walnut Street, Somerville, Mass. Design Edgar designs World War memo- rials — and boxes — and does them well. Ask the seniors who designed the Medfield War Memorial. A genial personality and a true friend. FLORA MATHESON 282 Washington St., Gloucester, Mass. Design Faeries and Flora — a bright spot of orange in a sweater and beret — a love- ly senorita at a costume dance. MELBA WOODFIN 10 Highland Ter., Marblehead, Mass. Design Gay confidence — a tvondrous knack with men and merchandise. “Mel” is headed for the success in the “retail trade”. GOLDIE F. H ELLER 2 Saltonstall Parkway, Salem, Mass. Design A dreamy little designer with a feel- ing for subtle curves — a sense of pure color harmony and a love of the Orien- tal. RUTH KEMP 71 Beaumont Street, Dorchester, Mass. Design None can be blue or bored when Kempie is around. Clever and dainty are her designs — with that appealing charm that we love in her. 27 HELENA BOWLER 55 King Street, Westfield, Mass. Design Bowler soup — skates — likes her water hard — more skates. She faw down an’ go boom. — Still more skates. We predict big things for this li ' l half pint. JOYCE CARRINGTON 28 Myrtle Avenue, Cambridge, Mass. Design Modernism — snappy figures a la Russell Paterson — freckles — per- sonality plus — a happy- go-lucky dis- position — that’s Joyce! I mean it actually is I STEPHEN PHORNTON 10 Rockmere Terrace, Lynn, Mass. Design A jack of all trades is Steve. He dashes off cretonnes — who’s who in Movieland — can read character from hand writing ' n’ everything! A real friend. ’29 WILLIA.M DUNCAN 12 Charnock Street, Beverly, Mass. Design Bill — a bland, nonchalant counte- nance, concealing what? Ability, good nature, generosity and that wild Irish wit? Touche. JEANNE CHAFETZ 298 Gracer St., West Roxbury, Mass. Design Mistress of all the subtleties of de- sign and color. Jeanne will come home from the show some day to be a serious designer. RUTH GAG AN 17 Bellevue . venue. Revere, Mass. Design Hey, Edgar! — A little girl with a peppy personality and a penchant for pulling people’s hair. — A nice little girl with a weakness for green. BETTY BROWNE DAVIS 11 Faxon Street, East Boston, Mass. Design Titian-colored hair and a temper — or is it temperament — to match. Forbear to dismiss with a shrug Her nose, undeniably pug.” Some day there’ll be a studio — and a chow dog to match her hair. MARGARET HALL Hospital Road, Concord, Mass. Theatre Design Slim, blue eyed sophistication. Again the theatre — “supe-ing’’ at the Repertory. Margaret Hall —exotic one moment and daintily flower like the next. 28 MARGARET ROSS 18 Dustin Street, Brighton, Mass. Theatre Design The Theatre — grotesque masks — odd, striking colors and dashing brown eyes. It’s my sister’s — but where ' s Margaret?” PHYLLIS CARY 244 Boston Street, Lynn, Mass. Design Page O Henry” the Big Boston Business Girl. long stride — we know it will get her somewhere — and how that girl can dance. IRENE NUTE East Bridgewater, Mass. Design ‘‘Can you feature that?” Pushes pedals and pencils with equal facility. I ' he class baby ! A poster in one hand — a bunch of violets in the other — a mad dash for the Matfield Limited. ETHEL HENRY 71 Howard Street, Lynn, Mass. Design commercial advertiser — ‘‘High Test Eithyl — more miles to the gallon — a hardv constitution!” And a cary- complex! Oh! Doctor!! ALICE BURTON 131 Riverview Street, Campello Teacher Training Course Tall, fair, and graceful — a dream of the South in her soft voice, but yet sparkling with the youth of a gay daf- fodil. MARY MERRY 5 Newcastle Road, Brighton, Mass. Teacher Training Course As happy as her name, Mary is gentle and perfectly poised. An in- valuable friend and companion. DOROTHY NUTTER 145 Mt. Vernon St., Winchester, Mass. Teacher Training Course A good sport — and don ' t take us wrong. Bubbling with happiness and a delightful naiv ' ette. ’29 MARY GERALDINE GILLIS Cohasset, Mass. Teacher Training Quiet but yet with a quick tongue. You must know her to see the fun in her. She’s away above us — Oh about four feet nineteen. CLARA OLSEN 23 Grove Street, Concord Junction, Mass. Teacher Training Here is a true friend! One that we car. confide in and get true understand- ing. She gets her work done before any- one else, but we don’t know how. ETHELYN NOLAN 440 Pleasant Street, Waltham, Mass. Teacher Training Course Grace, rhythm — a soft musical voice — that is Ethelyn. Her drawing is as beautiful as her personality. ELLEN WEED Baldwin Road, Marblehead, Mass. Teacher Training Course .A keen thinker — writer of delicious poetry and modest about it. A lover of life. SHUN ' ICHIRO TOMITA KYOTO, JAPAN Temporary Address: 4 Greenough Pk., Jamaica Plain, Mass. Drawing and Painting Course Our Tommy (‘‘Professor” to the Museum students!) — a gentleman, a backer of every student enterprise — master of Japanese design — ambitious to become an American painter. HELEN BINGHAM 38 De Wolfe Street, Cambridge, Mass. Drawing and Painting Course That courageous soul who does while we talk — who exhibits at every opportunity, and paints portraits for good hard cash ; and whose wit adds to the gaiety of the painting class. EMMA BOURNE 22 Lakeview ' Street, Arlington, .Mass. Drawing and Painting Course Emma talks French with our Paris- ian models; music with Mr. Major; literature with Mr. O’Donnell; and re- turns from an afternoon of relaxation at Symphony with a new etching. ALISON MOULTON 48 Hereford Street, Boston, Mass. Drawing and Painting Course All the little imps are let loose in .Vlison, with their hundred moods. Besides these possessions, Alison has a rare talent for refinement in draw- ing and a strong draftsmanship. HOWARD SHOOSHAN 234 Massachusetts Ave., Boston, Mass. Drawing and Painting Course Another of those pseudo-musicians — middleman in the famous trio and popular pianist of our noontime recrea- tion hour, — Howard is always on the lookout for good clean fun. Har! Har! KATHRYN McCORMICK 76 Clifford Street, Melrose, Mass. Costume Illustration Course Tall in stature, grave in manner, an unruffled, conscientious individuality, plus much humor is “Kay”. CHARLES TOMAS 31 Tremont Street, Lynn, Mass. Drawing and Painting Course M’hen you can make the shapes, “adopt” canvases to put them on, and whack off masterpieces daily, there’s no doubt about your future, Charlie. 29 IraMpy Hall (Eualiman IN MEMOKIAM A memory to hold through the years — of a comrade, and a pal — a memory, a symbol of youth and gladness and friendship. officers CLASS OF NINETEEN THIRTY CioRDON Reynolds Thelma Paine Faith Hale Ralph Ayer President I ' ice-President Secretary Treasurer A . - . A CLASS History — the past — memories — ah l es, we have locked them away with care. We smile when we take out those of our dear, green Freshmen days. How little we understood the school and its instructors then. Everything was new and wonderful, hut bewildering. Those were the days when “Red” Devlin (do you remember him?) was made to wear a green ballet costume and perform in the assembly hall. And Henrietta Springer — can one ever forget her nose at the finish of the peanut rolling contest. We had entered a new city where the Sophomores kept the courts. As a class we drew into our shell and tried to finish sheets for i Ir. Brewster and pass History notebooks in on time. We were warj’, shy, and unresponsive even though our dance and Freshmen Assembly were unusually good. Oh es — they were! When we became Sophomores, the powers that be, put a ban on hazing. Ah well, the Freshmen’s misfortune more than ours, we think, looking back. We learned to love and adore rather than fear Mr. Major. Crafts opened a new field to many, and architecture made us feel important. We no longer hesitated to enter the Public Library. Mr. Jamison paced the floor in rage at our imbecility. Although he never knew it we grew to love Keats and Shelley. Browning, read by Mr. Jamison, we adopted for our own. As for furniture notebooks, we do not need a reminder of those. And now the best year of tlie three, the blue, tlie gay, the bright year comes to a close. Although divided we seem to know each other better than ever. The “Keep Out” on the Designer’s door has not excluded the painters any more than their locked doors have awed the Teacher Trainers. The Juniors have been in everything, done everything — Geber, the Year book and the Prom. The Blue year had been a do year for the school. Next year w’e shall be more selfish and try to settle our own futures securely, if possible. The best thing about the Junior year is well expressed by the following: “O air born voice! long since, severely clear, A cry like thine in mine own heart I hear: “Resolve to be thyself; and know that he. Who finds himself, loses his misery!” DOROTHY HUNTER. 31 PATRICIA CLAIRE FERRITER 75 Bradford Road, Watertown, Mass, Dr.wving and Painting Course “Pat is one of our dark horses this year, and has come from the unherald- ed rank to the front in drawing and painting. She is sincere to the last atom, and her ambitions are taking her to the Penn. Academy this summer, where she will undoubtedly do honor to the name of ELIZABETH FRANCES GIBBONS 1055 River Street, Hyde Park, Mass. Drawing and Painting Course It is hard to imagine “Dina smudg- ing her hands with dirty black char- coal. Ah yes, ' tis hard, but she car- 1 ies on most successfully. Dav school alone cannot fulfill her ambitions, she attends night school and plans to study this summer, no less. Dance — ou should see her ! HENRY HOCHBERG 24 Elmore Street, Roxbury, Mass. Drawing and Painting Course Phis little care-taker of Ken Bar- ton ' s soap and turpentine keeps us all guessing. He understands advertising, and has an eye for what the well dressed man should wear. He has his own little studio, where he watches big fires, and has policemen do the model act for Mr. Major ' s comps. Some suspect him of entering Old (jold Guessing Contests, because of the fumes which issue from his smock. ELIZABETH KLEIN 18 East Bourne, Roslindale, , lass. Drawing and Painting Course “B etty” is a very quiet body, but no truer lover of the fine arts can be found within our walls. She is one of the pioneers in the field of etching among the Juniors, and delights in its hardest problems. She is a deep think- er and has the enviable gift of either saying wise things or holding her own council. RALPH DWIGHT AYER 14 Cleveland Avenue, Woburn, Mass. Drawing and Painting Course If you don ' t know the “comp” for next week — ask Ralph. Hard work- ing, more than conscientious, Ralph spends his time outside of school to the best advantage and brings in man)’ good canvases for criticism. He is a true gentleman and has all the ad- mirable characteristics of an artist. KENNETH HENRY BAR ' PON 10 Linder Terrace, Newton, Mass. Drawing and Painting Course Vignette (2), Treasurer oj Student Association . I dvisory Board From the first recollections Kennv has been leader, a spokesman, and a lover of the arts. Does he know Par- liamentary law? Listen in on Ad- visory Board meeting, and you will be convinced. He lov’es to argue and mimic radio entertainers. His hearty laugh is often heard around school. 32 ’ 3 € ROBERT HENRY BLATTNER Associate Ed. Year Book (2) Editor oj the Year Book (3) .idi ' isory Board (3) .idvertising Manager oj Mascart Theatre 15+ Lawton Avenue, Lynn, Mass. Gener. l Design Course Words give no inspiration when Henry is to be described. You just ought to know him. Work is not drudgery to him, in fact, the harder and more of it he has, the happier he becomes. He plays extraordinary mu- sic, does beautiful design work, is friendly and kind to everyone. He gets and makes more laughs out of little things than “Libby” can under- stand. A work room without him will be drab indeed. CLARA LANG CHAPMAN 21 Burgett . venue, Medford, Mass. Gener. l Design Course Chappy is a very demure, small per- son who never forces her society on anyone. Her smile is continuous and although she seldom speaks, what she does say is enhanced by her soft laugh. We wonder what secret treasures she stores within to give her such a happy mien. LAWRENCE ELMER JACOBS President (I) Treasurer of Year Book (3) Treasurer oj Student Association (2) 725 Lynnfield Street, Lynn, Mass. GENER.tL Design Course “Larr}” looks so serious and mature that he invariably is elected to all the boards incorporated. Not that he likes it — it is just inevitable. He works with meticulous care and paints sur- prising modernistic designs. He knows the ground plan of the lower floor ex- ceptionally well in corners. He is positively a “women” hater but not a woman-hater. DOROTHY BRITT CHAMBERS Shawsheen, Tewksbury Treasurer oj Class (2) .Irt Editor oj the Year Book (3) Gener.xl Design Course “Oh Dotty! let ' s see yours.” The cry of the Designer every Monday morning. The sight is invariably the same — smart, clever, professional work. Just notice the way she sharp- ens her pencils. It is one key to her success. Dot is gentle and kind, a per- fect friend, whom the most trying cir- cumstances will not irritate. DOROTHY MERIAM HUNTER Secretary ( 1) Class Reporter (3) Literary Editor oj Year Book (3) South Sudbury, Mass. Gener. l Design Course A friendship like hers, once gained, is a priceless treasure. Her every ac- tion is premeditated, even to hunting through ash cans along the Esplanade. You don ' t know the half of it! MARY RAMSAY PALMATEER 38 Hancock Street, Auburndale, Mass. Gener.al Design Course “Sunny gives every appearance of being very studious, but minus the glasses — beware. She won her nick- name fairly. She diets habitually on paint brushes, and loves to paint bub- bles, and compositions in pink and blue. Her laugh is most spontaneous and ((uite surprises Mr. Cain. 33 ALICE WARREN BICKFORD 82 Monument St., W. Medford, Mass. Drawing and Painting Course Alice is the twin who comes into the class-room just a little later than Mar- ion. She is the graver and more seri- ous of the two. She is often to b? found down in the lunch room engaged in intellectual conversation with her contemporaries. Perspective is a light problem for her. MARION PERHAM BICKFORD 82 Monument St., W. .Medford, Mass. Drawing and Painting Course In comparison with .Mice, Mario.n is the more petite, more vivacious of the two. Even in her Freshman year Mr. Major singled her out for her ex- cellent interpretation of bottles and strawberry boxes. Her conversation is stimulating and when she is out of breath, her sister continues the theme. RUBY STODDARD 42 Salem St., Wakefield, Mass. Teacher Training Our very blonde lady. They say gentle- men prefer them and one must. She has one advantage over the other teachers, she won’t have such a long time to get angry at school children. BARBARA BIGELOW 5 Baltimore Street, .Millers, Mass. Drawing and Painting Course ‘‘I ' he fair Bigelow is recognized as one of the intelligentsia. She readily explains all French phrases and Clas- sical allusions which arise in anv con- versation. In odd moments she studies Spanish and plans hiking trips through Europe. JANE FRANCES COOPER 231 Sandwich Street, Plymouth, Mass. Drawing and Painting Course jane is one of the quiet ones of Jun- ior Drawing and Painting, but if gol- den silence could make our life studies like hers, then silent we all should be. She possesses a strange insight into the likes and dislikes of Mr. Major — rec- ommendation enough for anyone. ELIZABETH BIGELOW 83 Pleasant Street, Marlboro, Mass. Teacher Training Fhough she comes from the “sticks there ' s nothing Hick about Betty. She is always cheerful and good natured even if her favorite slogan is, “My dear I am so worried! 34 THELMA PAINE 13 Whiting Street, Plymouth, Mass. Teacher Training A fresh personality — clear fine intel- lect and a dainty manner. Thilly is a true modern girl with a keen sense of what is both useful and beautiful. 3C EDNA Macdonald 1 Edgebrook Road, W. Roxbury, Mass. Teacher Training Personality Plus! Mr. Major seemed very pleased with this tall attractive blond ' s keen sense of humor — and who dares to contradict Mr. Major. Edna has proven a true friend to her plas in the teacher training Division and many a jolly hour have we passed in her com- pany. HELENE WIHRY 155 Grove Street, Haverhill, Mass. Teacher Training Lovely, dignified, with a refined taste for all that is best in music and art. The very texture of her skin is to be envied, to say nothing of her ability as a musi- cian, as well as a student of art. HELEN R. NSDEN 276 Main St., Bridgewater, Mass. Teacher Training Full of tun sincer, the devil just pop- ping in her big brown eyes; — that’s “Short Notice.” Vonder what the Sand- wich Shop will do without Helen’s wise- cracks and daily order of “Muffins, Please!” Some day we will all be more than proud to say we went to school with Helen Ransden — that very clever car- toonist. CONSTANCE SHEA 236 Walnut Street, Holyoke, Mass. Teacher Training Our raven haired, brown-eyed Connie who is the greatest kidder in M. S. A. Even her looks kid you into thinking she’s Spanish! .Art is not her only forte. A ' ou should see her do the Varsity Drag. ELEISE CARROLL 9 Rozella Street, Dorchester, Mass. Teacher Training Our latest authority on waves and clothes ; — and men. What would we do without her. How she manages to crowd so many dances and teas and bridges in with her school work is an “Eighth” won- der. 35 ELVIRA FRANCIS BABBIT 2 Fay Court, Southville, Mass. Te.acher Training ' “Her mannerisms and dainty ways, Are all she needs in way of praise.” Looking into the future, we can just see “V ' i’s” pupils flocking about her and calling her “the lov ' ely drawing lady”, as we think she is. HARRIET STEEVE BEATTIE 17 Osgood Street, Lowell, Mass. Teacher Training Treasurer of the Literary Club Sure and steady ■ lways ready Her knowledge to impart We soon depend Upon this friend With her loving, loyal heart. WALEA E. GRUNDMAN Eliot Street, Framingham, Mass. Teacher Training Is there anyone in school who does not know M all-ee-a? Flow she man- ages to do everything and be an in- timate friend to everyone is a conun- drum. Kind hearted, sympathetic, and above all, willing to work, Walea is a friend indeed. ESTHER LOUISE BACKMANN 7 Berkeley Street, Lawrence, Mass. Teacher Training “I started laughing like anything — ” ou can well believe this if you have seen much of her. Jolly and com- panionable she makes a fine pal for “Jenkie.” HELEN DOROTHY CATE 19 Evans Road, Marblehead, Mass. Teacher Training Still waters run deep.” A quiet, industrious, faithful student and friend is Helen. She never goes half- way in anything she attempts, as is shown by her work. To know her well, is to like her better. FAITH HALE 1891 Beacon Street, Brookline, Mass. Teacher Training Sec. II Vice Tres. HI Sec. Dram. Club Treas. oj Year Book “To those who know thee not, no words can paint, . nd those who know thee, know all words are faint.” Faith ' s cheerful disposition, sin- cerity, and thoughtfulness have en- deared her to all who have been lucky enough to know her. Her kind words and willingness to take responsibility have won her the popularity she surely deserves. 36 HARRIET DORA HAMLIN 148 Stratford St., West Roxbury, Mass. Te.acher Tr.4ining This lady with the brilliant hair has a subtlety of her own. She is a musician, shows refined tastes, and a love for wine color ; yet peek into her locker — what a collection of plaster casts and varnishes! RUTH AMELIA JENKINSON 10 Oakwood Avenue, Lawrence, Mass. Teacher Training “Jenkie” has the best time, just liv- ing. She is filled to the brim with humor, but this does not deter her from doing excellent work. She is interested in making young people happy. ALBERTA AUGUSTA HODGEN Liberty Street, South Acton, Mass. Teacher Training Bert disappointed some of her instructors by taking the Teacher Training Course, but they need not have worried, she is a shining light in whatever she attempts. She takes her work seriously, and expresses her- self in it. DOROTHEA JOHNSON 81 Crescent Ave., Newton Centre, Mass. Teacher Training Noise — pep — dates — Sunday-school classes — Hazen co-ed. MIRIAM SARAH KING 30 Crescent Street, Wakefield, Mass. Teacher Training Although of a naturally quiet dis- position Miriam can create lots of fun. Her perfection in dress and coiffure are admired by every one. She rises at 6:15 to catch an 8:24 train, what more can be said? 37 ELSIE MINTZ 12 Babson Street, Gloucester, Mass. Costume Design “Gosh, Pearl.” Low heels and fur lined coats suit Elsie better than danc- ing slippers and ermine wraps. But she is the happier for all that. We think she should design sport costumes especially well, because she is so fond of the wide open spaces. • 3 € ESTHER RE. D 55 Dixwell Avenue, Quincy, Mass. Costume Design Mr. Major placed Esther in an ex- clusive class her first year at M. S. A. Striking, tall, and regal she attracts attention everywhere, ’e can well imagine her on the deck of an ocean liner this summer. She has left school for a more domestic field. We certainly wish her the best of luck. ANNA ROSE VESELAK 196 Meadow Street, Westfield, Mass. Costume Design Costume Designer oj Mascart Theatre Doesn’t that give you a thrill?” Rose is calm to the nth degree even in the clamor of the sewing room the day before a pageant. However, she does enthuse over plays and costumes in a charming manner, that is, if they are quaint enough to interest her. She does not attempt to be some one she is not any more than she tries to change her beautiful blonde hair. FLORENCE DOLORES PARKINSON 112 Salem Street, Lawrence, Mass. Costume Design Florence has such round pink cheeks and white teeth that a peasant or Dutch costume would suit her admira- bly although high heels and “coon skin” coats are by no means unbecom- ing. She makes friends easily, and what is more, keeps them. LOUISE MABEL THORBURN 10 Harrison St., Melrose Hlds., Mass. Costume Design Mabel is so unobtrusive and shy, that few know her, yet one feels in- stinctiv ' ely that she is sincere and con- scientious. Her contemporaries have planned an exciting program for her next year in New York, and promise that we won ' t know her when she re- turns. MARJORIE ELEANOR ROOT 98 Ash St., Deerfield, Mass. Costume Design Special Year Book (3t Vignette ( 4) Distinctive personality — clever in costume design, bo 3 ' ish, likes to read, quiet (on the surface), droll sense of humor. 38 ADELAIDE PEARL McCALLUM 34 Elliott Street, Bev ' erly, Mass. Costume Design Mr. Major prophesied a dire end for Pearl, but whether she likes veg- etables or not has alw ' ays been a mys- tery. However, she seems robust enough to attend school daily and not to swoon noticeably. ELIZABETH B.LTES 89 Spring Street, Stoneham, Mass. Costume Design fresh air “kid” who hasn ' t any ambition, or so she often remarks. “What was I going to say now?” — oh — “I faw down.” Yes, at Fall River. J.ANE LAIRD 22 Rockview St., Jamaica Plain, Mass. Costume Design Arrives at M. S. A. at 10:30 and the next minute is crying “Let’s eat.” Off and away, try and find her when you want her. GENEV IEVE FRANCES TYLER 39 Gray Cliff Rd., Newton Ctr., Mass. Costume Design .Vlthough “Gen” was born in Paris, and has traveled extensively, she is very considerate of us who have been less fortunate and is not always telling about “when I was abroad”. VV ' e should know very little about her if we relied on her for information. She reads rather deep books seriously, and seems to be more sophisticated than many of her classmates. MARGUERITE LILLIAN MacNEIL 63 Riverview Avenue, VV ' altham, Mass. Costume Design .L low voiced young person who would like to fashion her life after Dolores Del Rio’s. “Sweet, Simple, and Girlish.” (Oh, won ' t she love that.) ARDELLE MacWHINNIE 101 Greenwood Av, Greenwood, Mass. Costume Design Official time-keeper in life class. Though a costume designer she never gets “ryffled”. Good-natured and friendly, and what a sun burn. 39 M. DONALD PLUMMER 21 School Street, Milton, Mass. Teacher Training Tall, whimsical Don, with his droll humor makes one feel at ease. He is rather shy and reticent, but his work shows where his thoughts lie. He is the only masculine element in the Teacher Training group, perhaps this accounts for his shyness. DOROTHY EDNA SHARPLES 20 Chur chill Street, Milton, Mass. Teacher Training Literary Editor of the Year Book “Dot” is a classmate of whom we are most proud. Her subtle, clever poetry has added spice to many Vignettes. We know, from some of her themes, read in class, that she can write prose as well. As a teacher, her pupils will see in her a second Miss Munsterberg. MYRTLE ELIZABETH STARKIE 298 Lamartine St., Jam. Plain, Mass. Teacher Training She is quiet, modest, shv. Rather slim, hut very spry. Who would guess that this quiet, shy little miss was a magician? We were indeed surprised to see her in Geber”. Her little sneezes in class quite amuse us. DORIS BORGHELD THORESON 32 Sumner St., No. Attleboro, Mass. Teacher Training Poetry, pageants, pins, pottery painting, etc. Doris is surely versa- tile. She is so busy, one finds it dif- ficult to make her acquaintance, but thereby is attracted all the more. If she does not marry some wandering minstrel Doris should make a success in the teaching field, and probably would at any rate. ODETTE C.X ' LHERINE W.XCHA Zamora Street, Jamaica Plain, Mass. Teacher ' Braining One might describe Odette as pos- sessing more sense” than the rest of her humble contemporaries. With an .X here and an .X there Odette awes her less clever or is it less industrious classmates? Her work interests her far more than the antics of Henry and Don, not that she hasn ' t a sense of humor, she is just too busy. Look at her history notebook. MARfORlE GERTRUDE XVOODINGTON 60 Circuit .Xvenue, XX ' orcester, Mass. Teacher ' Training “The foundation of every noble character is absolute sincerity.” .-X genuine, helpful, happy friend. The longer you know her the better you like her for she is full of fun, sym- pathy, and understanding. 40 ELIZABETH CARRINGTON PHINNEY 37 Huntington Ave., Roslindale, Mass. Gener.al Design Course Something of a tom-boy — happy-go- lucky and out for fun. . good sport who has kept house for her family all winter and attended school regularly in addition. Note — they are all well although she has been cook. Score 1 for Phinney. 3 € GLADYS ADELAIDE RITCHIE 452 Commercial St., Weymouth, Mass. Gener. i. Design Course Assistant Editor oj Year Book Kitten, Kitten — someone to be loved and teased. A blonde the gentlemen prefer. Ambitious and popular. (Jigi speaks a fascinating language all her own, atid sings Roses of Yesterday to ihe Designers. HELEN ADELAIDE TOWLE 74 Bailey Street, Dorchester, Mass. Gener.ai. Design Course Watcha doin ' ”? Oh — hello Elelen. Helen or Miss ‘‘Towel’’, as she is often mis-n,:med, is interested in everything especially in textile and tapestry de- signing. She is one of the faithful who willingly drudges on refreshment committees. She is dependable and serious minded which does not mean she never laughs. She does. ELIZABETH LORING RAYMOND 76 Highland Ave., Somerville, Mass. General Design Course ‘‘I know. Dotty, but please tell me. Curious, naive, sincere and lovable. Libby ' s favorite trick is to appear deep- ly engrossed in her own work, and then suddenly bursts out with some sur- prising remark about well — most any- thing. She is (|uaint — and different. Bless her! LOUISE FREDERICK SUHR 76 Southgate Pk., West Newton, Mass. General Design Course . deep thinker and a hard worker. Paints the kind of asparagus the best farmers raise — and which Mr. Alcott thinks would be a bargain in any market. She is (|uiet and reserved but sets Us all a good example. MUNROE BURBANK 102 Powder House Boulevard, W. Somerville, Mass. ' Eheatre Design Course Director oj Mascart Theatre Watch out! d ' hat mean look in his eye is significant. He may be plan- ning a modernistic setting for Mars or a lighting system for the weirdest scene in drama. “Munny” has become such a special special that we do not see him often but when we do, he has either just visited back stage of the best show in town or taken Walter Hampden to lunch. A boy who does things ! 41 BARBARA SEARS 160 Pleasant Street, Arlington, Mass. Dr. wing and Painting Course The “red-head’’ of the Class, who so skilfully uses conte. Barbara will not let us forget the beauties of Ar- lington and Center Ossipee, and brings in work which shows how well she understood Mr. Shannon’s principles. Her rest periods are spent in bargain- ing for worm-eaten apples in neigh- boring fruit stores. Trust auburn heads to get what they go after, espe- cially Barbara — in perspective! C. LUCILLE XICHOLS 88 Pond Street, Natick, Mass. Drawing and Painting Course Crash! Drip — drip! Lhere goes another good bottle of Higgin s Water- proof. Between posing, making proofs of etchings, attending night school, and painting murals Lucille does man- age to stop a second and tell one whether she gets best results with a 379 or a 6492 pen. Do men bother her? We guess not — whv she delights in going down to the Navy yard to sketch. GORDON LOCKWOOD REY NOLDS 121 ’oodlawn Street, Lynn, Mass. Drawing and Painting Course Tear Book ( I ) Year Book ( 2 ) President (jj Year Book ( 3 ) “Don”, our red-headed jester, won ' t for a minute let you forget that he is four-sixths Scotch and eleven sixty- fourths English. We wonder if the pin and ring business pays for those orange ties and tweed suits. We won- der why he insists on wearing the clothes of a Canadian lumberjack — but then — he would be different. Although Don has his serious moments, it is a treat to watch him when he is off guard. DORIS M.VRY ROWLE Chicopee Row, Groton, Mass. Drawing and Painting Course Horses! Horses! Doris would ride horseback in a raging thunderstorm — if the horse were w ' illing. She is a great lover of nature and outdoor life, but that only stimulates her love for poetry. She knows books and people and we hope she will be successful when she combines her knowledge of the two in writing and illustrating. FLORENCE MARY KOTARSKY 80 Washington Street, Salem, Mass. Drawing and Painting Course Florence is one of the (juiet members of Junior Drawing and Painting. Her time is well accounted for — by Jane. Florence made a boyish knave in Geber and proved her skill in catch- ing apples, and serving boars’ heads. . las! what would we do for new ' s from Salem, Beverly, and all points north, if it w ' ere not for Florence. EVERETT LESLIE DURGIN 7 Graves Avenue, Lynn, Mass. Drawing and Painting Course President ( 2 ) Advisory Board ( 3 ) Scenic Designer oj Mascart Theatre Year Book A tall, good looking, curly-headed Junior who is modern through and through. “Ev” endures much criticism and joking about his interest in mod- ernism. Yet he knows what he is after, and if hard work will gain his ends, they will be “Ev’s” before long. His love of Art is no greater than the love of the sea, and his fingers are itching now to launch his sail-boat on the North Shore. 42 NAFALINE TERRY Warren, Mass. Teacher Training Nat— an adorable child who eats Eskimo pies in her rest periods. Nat — a jonng sophisticate making us wince at her subtle charming capri- cious humor. GERTRUDE MARY LYNCH 43 Claybourne St., Dorchester, Mass. Teacher Training Modern, on the spot, fragile, full of spice and other things nice. . nd how she knows Park Street. ROBERT PHILIP AMENDOL. New Hampshire Ave., Natick, Mass. .Modeling Bob’s only mode of expression is not a modeling stick. He can play his violin beautifully Everyone goes to assembly if he is on the program. Quiet, but sympathetic, and full of fun Bob has friends everywhere. JANICE BECKWITH ROBINSON 885 Mass. Avenue, Cambridge, Mass. Teacher Training Sweet, quiet, reserved, still every- one seems to know Jan and be happier because of the ac |uaintance. “Isn’t that adorable?” Isn’t she? CYRIL O’HEARN II W’oodridge St., Cambridge, Mass. Drawing and Painting Cy’s gentle manner and radical sense of humor sends us far from the real person. His outward actions are often misunderstood and his sensitive nature makes his real self even more elusive. He does “nice ones” for Mr. Major, but the race course and aviation have a great attraction for him. STEPHEN PETER YOCOBOWSKI 205 W’ashington St., Cambridge Modeling There are many genii, but one Maes- tro. Beneath his v-eneer of facetious suavitv few have penetrated, though perhaps many have delved. Yet con- cealed by the unassuming front which this man displays, even to his inti- mates, there is a force which cannot be denied. What a revelation if his classmates could understand him as only he understands himself. 43 SOLOMON LEVENSON Danvers Drawing and Painting Course “Saul” is a six foot two boy of the class. He lives to paint and works Saturdays in the Danvers A P store. As for walking — why he misses the 5:19 regularly, so that he can walk the seven miles home from Salem. Saul could set the style for paint boxes. Have you seen his? NATALINE HALE 224 xLspinwall Ave., Brookline, Mass. Costume Design “Don’t sell the old homestead, give it away.” A whole book would not adequately describe Nat. She is un- usual, vivacious, and modern. She revels in “clog” dances, reads the most fashionable literature, and has a weakness for Spanish fraternities, picnics, and Harvard Law men. •3C GLADYS MARIE ANDERSON 128 Sheridan Avenue, Medford, Mass. Teacher Training A charming brunette wTo helps in the printing room when Juniors are rushed with work. She escorts Eleise and Betty around and looks after their welfare. “Andy” is popular with her colleagues — and any who come to know her well. HAROLD CARLSEN Special “Sol calls “Bus” the strongest man in school. He likes gym and sports. A big silent he-man from the open spaces who won ' t dance. ANNIE MAE MURPHY 17 Canada Street, Lowell, Mass. Teacher Training Ve sometimes feel that .Annie is very reserved and unemotional, al- though her history papers prove the opposite. She reads a great deal, and prefers a quiet life to one of jazz, mo- vies, and what-ha ve-you ? D.AVID HOFF Special “The startled faun” of the Junior Drawing and Painting class. What would we do without our beloved Basso Contralto” who serenades us during the rest periods. Dave upheld the honors of the class in “Geber”, when he performed with the skill of a Chicago Opera Singer. 44 Jit iBpmnrtam Dorothy M. Currie 1928 45 officers CLASS OF NINETEEN THIRTY-ONE John Phelphs Helen Casey Roger ' oLcoTT Treasurer Secretary President A . . A. -S P ' reshmen e were led to believe that Sophomores were “such a nondescript class.” But when we returned to M. S. A. we soon discovered that the change of title did not affect us to any drastic degree — certainly we were just as interesting as when we were Freshmen, and if we had lost that bright spot in the limelight, we had acquired a comfortable feeling of security and a sense that now we really belonged. It seems that our place had been usurped by an eager and attractive group of youngsters, and it was our duty to make them feel as uncomfortable as possible during the week of so called hazing; however they certainly took it in a sporting way. Enough of this — we return to the all-important sophomore class. After our first year of excitement filled with receptions, faculty teas, dances, and our never to be forgotten smock day, we decided to set our nose to the grindstone, consequently, our social activities were sadly neglected. Our one outstanding event was the dance held at the Mayflower Hotel where even the high and mighty Juniors seemed to enjoy themselves. So that on the whole “we care not what others may think” we’ve enjoyed being Sophomores. MARION GRANVILLE WHITCOMB. •31 46 SCDUOMCCE CNECLLMCNT •31 Arabia, Robert 225 East St., Dedham ■ UGHTiE, Phyllis 95 Mt. V ' ernon Ave., Melrose Bradi.ey, Edmund 19 Leyland St., Dorchester Becker, Marjorie 35 Forrester St., Newburyport Campbell, Mary 16 Graylock Ave., Taunton Berry, Kenneth 160 Belmont .- ve., Springfield Cannata, Margaret 33 Fairmount St., Dorchester Birch, Madeleine 52 Trowbridge St., Cambridge Clark, Fred 318 Summer St., West Somerville Bissell , Marjorie 230 Pleasant St., Winthrop Connell, Grace 19 Upland Rd., Brighton Brown, Alvin 22 Rockport St., Rockport Deshon, Ei.eanor 1905 Centre St., West Roxbury Deane, Rose 71 Linden St., Everett Elliot, Lillian 41 Glenwood Rd., Somerville Harper, Jean 9 Cushing St., Wollaston Finney, Lorraine 242 Beaver St., North Adams Jackson, Helen Jane 40 Orchard St., Jamaica Plain Gulishek, Mildred 491 Huntington Ave., Boston Jones, Olive 263 Randolph St., North Abington Hagan, Esther 29 Hartford St., Dorchester Kennan, Althea Nobscot Harlow, Emily 54 Commercial St., Worcester Lane, Lurena ■ 0 iig High Rock St., Lynn Hartshorn, Margaret 52 Central Ave., Needham Lent, Harlow 43 Clearway St., Boston Hendricken, John 102 Myrtle St., Brockton Lord, Parker 1646 Commercial St., East Weymouth Kingsley, Hazel 21 Moreley St., Roxbury MacFarland, Anna 756 South St., Bridgew ' ater Landry, Viola 59 Rangeley Rd., West Newton Phelps, John Bernardston Leek, Etta 14 Cushing Rd., Dorchester Quinn, Paul Scituate Ave., Scituate Leib, Anna 325 Main St., Medford PovEY, Ida 284 Boston Ave., Medford Lumbert, Anna West Falmouth Russell, Ruth Arlington St., Lynnfield Mack, Raymond 33 Elm Avenue, Fairhaven Saila, Irma 26 Nutting St., Fitchburg Mackenzie, Louise 143 Dudley St., Roxbury Sargent, Bessie 65 Holis St., South Weymouth Mahoney, Helen 4 Wakullah St., Roxbury Starbird, Pearl 9 .Monadnock St., Boston Mahoney, Josephine 71 Bellevue St., Dorchester Stockley, Frances County Rd., Brookline Maloney, Anna 789 Boylston St., Brookline Wing, Elizabeth 15 Magnolia Ave., Newton McNamara, Margaret 39 ' arren St., Melrose Highlands Ardrey, Blanche 52 Shawmut St., Mansfield Minucci, Marie 125 Salem St., Boston Ashton, Orcutt 11 Warren St., Salem Nathanson, Freda 274 Brookline St., Cambridge Badger, Frances 7 Intervale Rd., Nahant Oliver, Armatage 170 State St., Nevvburyport Beardsley, Ruth 201 Bellevue St., Boston Page, Muriel 126 Coleridge St., East Boston Burbeck, Lucia 280 North Ave., North Abington Rose, David 202 Chestnut St., Chelsea Burdett, Ruth 13 Clairemount St., East Braintree Silverman, Allan 16 Strathcona Rd., Dorchester Casey, Helen 10 Vassar St., Worcester Stone, Ralph 161 Lothrop St., Beverly Churchill, Helen 35 Guild Rd., Worcester Totman, Alice ii ji .pvden Rd., Greenfield Cooper, Ruth 663 South Bridge St., Worcester Whitmore, Emma 77 Cherry St., Holyoke Curtis, Howard 180 Washington St., Gloucester Wolcott, Roger 13 Spring St., Amherst Dunlap, Virginia 92 Dennison Ave., Framingham Perkins, Ellen 121 Union St., Franklin Felsch, Lydia 133 Bradley St., Hyde Park Redmond, Frances 2062 Washington Ave., Woodfords, Maine Fowle, Sawyer 506 La Grange St., West Roxbury Rosatto, Victoria 63 Bradstreet Ave., Lowell French, Virginia 94 Porter St., Melrose Scott, Edith Wood St., Lexington Grady, Catherine 89 Governor ' s Ave., Medford Sherburne, Elizabeth 37 Congress St., Milford Heller, Miriam 32 Halifax St., Jamaica Plain Smith, Florence 97 Chelsea St., East Boston Hopkinson, Hilda 135 Woodland St., Lawrence Stinson, Kenneth 135 Neponset Ave., Dorchester Krutz.man, Lillian 134 Orange St., Chelsea Tucker, Fry 28 Oak St., Middleboro Miller, Dorothy 92 St. James xVvg., Chicopee Falls Tui.lcren, Lillian 1200 Commonwealth Ave., Allston Nazar, S.atenig 330 Arlington St., ' atertown Turner, Marie 11 Jackson St., Salem Nooney, Doris 190 Hillside Ave., Arlington Heights Tuttle, Gertrude 10 Sheever St., Milton Pearson, Eric 12 Baltimore St., Lynn Whitcomb, Marion White, Preston 38 Allston St., Allston South Middleton Peck, Louise 299 Cabot St., Beverly 47 officers CLASS OF NINETEEN THIRTY-TWO Mario Capoke Kathryn Howard Margaret Hall M ' ai.ter Johnson President I ' ice-President Secretary Treasurer nr 1 () ou all, Seniors, Juniors, and Sophomores, the class of ’32 says. Hail! We’re more than glad of the privilege of being schoolmates with you. From you we have learned what joy there is in Art, what a thrill in achievement! We know that you are passing responsibilities to us, and we are proud to accept them. When that moment for which we are always preparing — that moment when your work at M. S. A. is done — then may all of us, now Freshmen, prove worthy to uphold the standards of industry, loyalty, and friendliness which you, as upper classmen, have carried on before us. .All of our deeds, we promise, shall be for the glory of AI. S. A. and never shall our banners fall. We wish you all great success in your chosen work. May none of us ever forget M. S. A. or the ungrudging kindness of our instructors. For a year or two we travel the same road; and, as we labor on, let us make the journey a pleasant one for all, and a profitable one for M. S. A. and the world. .MARION W. RUSS, •32 48 rCESHMAN CNCCLLMENT 32 Adams, Barbara T. 60 Hillsdale Rd., Medford Johnson, Charles K. 19 Olmstead St., Jamaica Plain Adler, Edythe S. 8 Ransom Rd., Brighton Johnson, Gladys L. 107 Chadwick St., Haverhill Allard, Marion L. 136 Wakefield St., Reading Johnston, Walter F. 880 School St., Webster Andrews, Clara B. 1 1 Page St., Danvers Keeble, Juanita E. 18 Wescott St., Dorchester Atwood, Alice L. 79 Maple Ave., Bridgewater Kennedy, Ruth E. Dunstable Babine, Dorothy M. 167 Ash St., Reading Knowles, Donald B. 616 Tremont St., Boston Bieling, Doris M. 587 Birch St., Fall River Lamson, Janet F. 50 North St., Ludlow Black, Grace A. 22 Oak St., Reading Lew, Eleanor G. 35 Olive St., Springfield Blair, Helen E. 20 Birch Hill Rd., Newtonville Lewis, Dorothy A. 100 Green St., Melrose Brown, Daniel W. 42 Samoset St., Plymouth Livingston, Mayre F. 153 Westford St., Lowell Buckle, Lucia E. 1 Hillside Ave., Wakefield Magriel, Mae E. 11 Medford St., Springfield Burgess, Esther I. 13 Beechwood Ave., Watertown Mahoney, Henrietta C. 17 Stevens Court, Lynn Burkart, Hazel 60 Belvidere St., Framingham Manoogian, Hasmig M. 2 Chestnut St., Everett Call, Thaddeus F. 31 Commonwealth Ave., Glouce� ter McCrillis, Barbara M. 11 Hobson St., Methuen Carr, Sadie M. 165 Willow St., West Roxbury McMahon, Eileen P. 183 East Central St., Franklin CoLiER, Alice C. Lowell, R.F.D. No. 3 Menard, Omer A. 17 Holbrook St., North Adams Copans, Selma B. 1 1 1 Grant St., Lynn Metcalf, Esther 7 Haley St., Roxbury Court, Dorothy 15 Century St., West Medford Greeley, Paul G. 31 Linden St., Waltham Dinsmoor, Stanley P. Post Office, Hanover McMurty, Arthur W. 321 Pearl St., Cambridge Driscoll, Joseph A. 173 Copeland St., Brockton Mercuri, Virginia M. 71 Howard St., Lawrence Drummond, Robert L. 17 Woodrow Ave., Medford Meyer, Susan F. 108 Greenwood Lane, Waltham Duren, Lucy M. Carlisle Midman, Sam A. 11 Cherry St., Roxbury Ehrlich, Helen 45 Lane Park, Brighton Mountain, Pauline E. 69 Woodside Rd., Winchester Ellery, Richard V. 35 Cherry St., Danvers Murphy, Dorothy K. 23 Beltram St., Lowell Fenner, Clyde S. 482 Warren Ave., Brockton Page, Dorothy B. 22 Adams Ave., Everett Fletcher, V ' ircinia G. 30 Gilbert St., West Newton Rackette, Stella M. 1 Highland Rd., Dorchester Glasgow, Allison 235 Lamartine St., Jamaica Plain Reppucci, Michael Jean 98 Paris St., East Boston CjOLdberg, Dorothy E. 21 Aborn St., Peabody Reynolds, Margurite 6 Rawson Rd., Arlington CjOldstein, Myer a. 368 Park St., Dorchester Rodenbush, Margaret 338 Bay State Rd., Boston Harris, Henry H. 114 Chelmsford St., Lowell Russ, Marion W. 1 Clarina St., Wakefield Howard, Kathryn E. 7 Sheridan St., Lawrence Ryan, Ruth T. 4 Pearl St., Ayer Howland, Helen L. 123 So. Leyden St., Campello Ryzew’ski, Mary H., 1427 Commonwealth Ave., Apt. 21, Brighton Capone, Mario D. 1629 Parkway, Everett Sawter, Helene L. 182 Linden St., Everett Eaves, Jack DeF. 48 M ' oodlawn Ave., Chelsea Shelton, Gretchen A. 2 St. John St., Jamaica Plain CiRAB, AtHALEEN G. 38 Atherton St., Roxbury Smith, Elizabeth A. 65 Greenwood Ave., Greenwood Grace, Jessica H. 134 Coleridge St., E. Boston Smith, Nellie G. 1 Melrose Ave., Adams CjRoves, Alice G. 132 Commercial St., Adams Stewart, Mary K. Cook St., Boylston Halberstadt, Ernst S. 19 Wellington Rd., Boston Striesfield, Lillian R. 35 Observatory Ave., Haverhill Hall, Laura D. 287 Central St., Saxonville Szydlowski, Victoria A. 215 Hancock St., Dorchester Hall, Margaret Hospital Rd., Concord Taylor, Margurite J. 35 Amaranth Ave., Medford Hall, Velma L. 148 Pleasant St., Winchendon Underhill, Ruth E. 50 Trapelo Rd., Waltham Haynes, Grace P. 8 Carlton St., Haverhill Ware, Lucile G. 11 Linden St., Reading Hill, Marion W. Hillview Ave., Brookville West, Russell W . 91 Kimball St., Bradford Hilliard, Catherine 6 Poplar Rd., Cambridge Whitmore, Gladys E. 77 Cherry St., Holyoke Hindon, Andrew C. 15 Bailey St., Dorchester Wight, Ruth H. 48 Walnut St., Milton Holmes, Lorraine 86 Grove St., Auburndale WoLFsoN, Florence 108 Maple St., Roxbury Hughes, Josephine W . 22 Kenilworth St., Roxbury WOODBOROUGH, AlINE 66 Monmouth St., Springfield Hunt, Lillian 9 Buder Ave., Stoneham Yonkers, Martha 23 Brinsley St., Dorchester Jacob, Jean L. 151 Cherry St., Lynn Young, Ruth C. 41 Washington St., Leominster 49 Student Government Association Officers 1928-1929 Lavvrexce Jacob Vice-President Rachel Clapp Secretary Margery Soderlund President Kenneth Barton Treasurer M. S. A. Advisory Board — 1928-1929 Mario Capone Pres. Freshman Class Laurence Jacob Vice-Pres., Student Assoc. Back Row — Left to Right R. Henry Blattner Gordon Reynolds Editor-in-Chief, Year Book Pres. Junior Class Front Row — Left to Right Rachel Clapp Marjorie Soderlund Secretary, Student .-issoc. Pres., Student .issoc. Roger ’olcott I’res. Sophomore Class Kenneth Barton Treas., Student .4ssoc. 50 Year Book Staff — 1928-1929 Robert Amexdola Circulation Mgr. Marion Russ Freshman Ed. Back Row — Left to Right Faith Hale Dorothy Chambers Dorothy Hunter Junior Ed. M ' alea Grundman Photograph Ed. Dorothy Sharples Literary Ed. Rose Veselak .isso. Literary Ed Secretary-Trcas. .Irt Ed. Everett Durgin .Advertising Mgr. Front Row — Lejt to Right Gordon Reynolds R. Henry Blattner Gladys A. Ritchie Business Mgr. EJitor-in-C hiej .Associate Ed. Marion ' hitcomb Sophomore Ed. 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