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

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SENIORS ACT II SENIORS

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RICHARD ANDREW, East Gloucester A good man — and he frae th ' North. Dickie ' s” convictions, changeable though they may be, right or wrong, are always his convictions — given sincerely — sometimes kindly — often brutally. This chuckling, irascible, sympathetic, ruthless, and withal, proficient etcher, painter, art deco- rator is all that we would like to be. The most profound student of us all, he has found a place in our hearts — our very incoherency is proof of what he means to us. LEO O ' DONNELL, 20 Netherlands Rd., Brookline Good morning, Otis Long, loosely hung, very much inwardly amused smile. He has the gift of saying things carefully wrapped in layers of subtle meaning or scorchingly obvious. Likes prac- tically nothing and is benignly satisfied. OTIS PHILBRICK, 10 Hill Crest Parkway, Winchester His pencil is striking, resistless and grand. His manners are gentle, complying and bland. Still born to improve us in every part. His pencil our faces, his manners our heart. JOHN SHARMAN, 80 Somerset St., Belmont Here is a quiet spoken man who can spoil a whole week end with a criticism on Friday. He chuckles sinisterlv while his students labor diligently in khaki paint w ' ith microscopic brushes drawing shapes, drawing shapes, drawing shapes, and the sizes of things. ERNEST L. MAJOR, Fenway Studios, Ipswich St., Boston Who gives you beautiful models? Ernest L. Major. Who teaches you how to paint? Ernest L. Major. Who the — I-I-I mean, who says so? Ernest L. Major. Who can paint? Ernest L. Major. And who says so? Students of M. S. A., local authorities, Manook, Trilby, all but the fair Ella. [ 12 ]

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Senior Class J HE Senior class, unlike Gaul, ivas divided into five parts, each practically isolated from one another, all tolerant hut not affable to outsiders. It is said there are three other classes occupying the same building. We have it from good authority that all of them have dances like us, ivear smocks , some even ivield the brush in somewhat our style, even resemble us physically . Our dance (most of us knew there ivas one, although few of us attended was a huge success like all dances. There ivas some talk of an operetta around. We never found out ivhether it ivas merely a rumor or a fact. Outside of some other disconcerting whispers of class meetings and a theatre group operating around the premises, we have been deliciously sequestered. We may sound like the Camel who only humphed and only looked at his own beautiful reflection in the pool, but we know how to behave and our work is really quite extraordi- nary. This year we enter terra frigida and statistics show that ninety-nine percent of us will be dish- washers, clerks, “mooral painters or come back as post graduates. [H]