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

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(iKHTlU DK V. I’KAKSAU. lVacli T Tnnninn id I’iirkiT SI., Xkwton Cknthk Mdfcforl Thcalrc: Chris! niiix I’hii . ' -{J I’iiKi tli ‘ fiirl vhoM‘ iiilciT.sl.s miTBO into the licarts of many lilllo sciticnu-nt rhiUrcn, ami afiain tliron;;li daring cinsifins in water color. Il ' .s (icrlrnilc. IIKI.HXA K. HICIIAHl) Teacher Training 11 -Murray Mill . ve., Si niN(;KiKi,n M (Kjir Club, -il; ( ' horns, ' ij, -ii; President of ( ' horns, Operella, ■ id: Maseurt. ' JJ; Honorable Mention, ■}-!; Pageant, ' ll: Class See- retarg, ' .‘US Tliink of deep hrown eye.s, Diinple.s tliat hide in a .smile. White orfiandy rnffles. Beacon Hill, Music, Croeuses in hlo.ssom — es, that ' s Helena. ESTHEH AM) ETHEE E. RICHTER Estheh The sociable per.son with dark. Hashing eyes. Her gaiety, cheer- fulness and enthusiasm are most contagious. Teacher Training 47 I’asadena Rd., Dordiestek Ethel ‘Scatters thus her seeds of kindness .Ml enriching as she goes; So until the happy end Her life shall never lack a friend.” VllUilXl.V ROOT I ' eacher Training ,5 ' -2 Beach Rd., WivriiKop ( ' horns, ' -10, ' SI, ' 32: Christmas Pageant, ' 31: Operetta, ' 32 “A won ' t give np purpose is never forestalled Xo matter what foes may combat it.” (Quietly busy, yet finding pleasure in ail sorts of places. C.XRLETOX SOCLE Teacher Training 1.5.‘? Chatham St., Lynn ( ' horns, 30, ’31: Maseart, ' 30, ' 31: Hoard of Direetors, ’32, ’33; Pageant, 31 Masquerading in monk ' s clothes, sardonic, sarcastic, but altogether .satis- fying. (iEXEVIEVE E. TIOHE T ' eacher Training 4, ‘5 Sargent St., Dorchester ' I ' here is the dream that is tucked within the ebb of a tide that rolls onward gently amidst “The carefree sweet defiance of her smiles.” .Vnd to think that her favorite poem is the “Rubaiyat! I’.M LINE . . THOMPSON ' Teacher Tniining 41 Tufts St., Charle-stow.n “ laidy Pat” — is so continental. Dressed for the afternoon, she might have stej)i)ed from a page of “La Parisienne. ' ’ But sta.v! That enigmatic smile and Oriental cast of face take you to a land of perhaps. . RDITH P. TODD Teacher Training 4(1 Old Post Rd., XoRTH .Attleboro Chorus, ' 30, ' 31, ' 33; Asst. Director, ' 32; Maseart, ’32, 33; Operetta, ' 32; Jnnior Mention, ' 32; Class Treasurer, ' 33 .Ardith, — a faithful worker. “ — a crystal translucent stream — the scent of Howers.” She is so dainty and winsome a maid. That we see her and vision a cool, ferny shade. BETTY E. Tl ETS Teacher Training !)0 Powder Hon.se Blvd., W. Somerville Maseart. ' 30, ' 31, ’32, ' 33; ( ' horns, ' 30; Orehe.stra, 30 Xom de plume — “Doc Tufts.” (iood old “Doc.” How her ears prick nj) at the mention of the Maine woods, and how she can imitate E 1 Wynn, . ' she is a corking si ort. and, underneath her smiles and behind her pranks, are iminy .serious thoughts. M.AR.JORIE WIHTIXG Teacher Training 12 Onyette Rd., Cambrii)(;e “Hello. Srpiisinks. ' ’ . cheery smile toi i)ed off with a little golden fluff, a this anil that about the new friend, and .serious new |)lans for her pupils. 18

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M.MUiAUKT ' r. ( i KU A IS TimcIkt Tr.iiniiin ■i:! ( otla c St.. Anr (;r( N Ma.srart, ' ■!(); Chorus, ' .1(1, ' ll “ll.ippy I Jim, conlcnl imil free! Why aron ' l they all con ten ted like me? ♦ “What would life he if we didn’t have friend.-.? With them hoth joy and sorrow ends. M.VU K. (ill, I, Teacher Trainiii) ' .)0 ( linreh St.. .Somkkn ll.i.K Chorus, ' iO, 11, ' .IJ; l‘oiimut, ' ll: Opfrcltu, ' li: Musrurl, ' -111 yellow green hlonse. a yellow green hat .k yellow green this, a yellow green that; .Vnd how heeoming it is, yon know. For anhurn hair with a golden glow. CII.MU.OTTK .J.VCOlkS ' I ' eaeher ' I ' ndning -20 I’age St., Doin hkstkr Ma. ' icarl, ' -lO, ' .Jl, ' S2, ' J-i; Vrur Booh, ' -12 Xothing is so eoidjigious as enthusiasm — . n exotic per.son with dark flashing eyes, delicious wit, and sur[)rising repartee. I?.M{HAK. F. KNKiHT Teacher Tniining 100 Salem St., Rk.vuino Chorus, ' 32, S3: Current F.reuts, ' 32, 33: Class Secretary, ' 30: Vice- Fresideul, 32: President Student As. ' toeiation, ' 33 We love her for her smile, her look, her way. .She had held sway over many an assembly in a most queenly manner, .k one hundred per cent, leader and friend. M.klKiAHKT Fi. L.k.XFi Teacher Training 17 W ' renthain Hd,, Worcester W e seem to he conscious of mists floating around the head of our “f’eggy, ” and her dreamy eyes certainly do not belie the fact. M.ARIOX E. LTSK Teacher Training 2,5 High St., W estfield W ' hat a dynjiino of energy, a wealth of knowledge there; ■kn unprepo.s.se.ssing quality that all do like to share. Poetry nor pro.se can phrase this woman ' s worth — we hear, merely. Music at Midnight. k’llUilXIA MEHCI HI Teaclier Training 207 High St., L.vwrence k irginia po.ssesses that valuable faculty of being able to mind her own business and at the same time has a most generous heart when it comes to helping out her classmates. Some of her cleverest work is done in the crafts room. FHlXFiSTlXE L. McLEAX Teacher Training 78 Oxford St., .So.merville Ma.srart. ' 30, ' 31: Board of Director. ' !, ' 32, ' 33: Pageant. ' 31 : Operetta (co.s-tumes), ' 32: Handbook Editor, ' 32, ' 33: Year Booh (Literary Editor and Business Manager), ' 32. 33: M . S. .1. Press Bepresentatire, ' 32, 33 very sulphitic sulphite. She has a contagious laugh that is .somewhat of a cro.ss between an ultra-modern symphony in full swing and a joyous out- burst of a young rooster. “Ernie talks about shoes and ships and sealing wax. and why it ' s easier to ilance than talk, and the pompof queens ami kings. We like her for her originality and wit. DOROTHY R. PADELA Teacher Training 1 Lawrence Court. South Boston Pageant, ' 31: Chri, tmas Play, ' 32 The girl with the quiet way and the big brown eyes. Dot ' s favorite subject is. modeling, — but you should hear her speak Spanish, and read her original poems. MAR.JORIE E. PARKER Teacher Training 52 Whittier St., .Springfield Mascart, ' 32: Pageant. ' 31; Magic Club, ' 30, ' 31: Christmas Play, ' 32: Year Booh Senior Editor, ' 33 “Xothing oils the wheels of human relationship .so nic-ely as humor. Miss I uck incarnate. A twinkle .scampering from one eye to the other captures the imagiiuition of even those who aren ' t the followers of Shake- speare. 17

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t M AI{(t. l{K ' l ' TA 150 1, AX ' rcaclicr ' I ' niiniii); ‘2.H St.. i.rMos ■‘( uift she claims is licr own desire. For in solitude, life can (jive her (ire; ' I ' lie (ires of oFservanee and memorv, loo; et she ' ll talk and talk wisely, if yon ask her to. . IIFLKX FIlRIdCII Modeling Heaeon St.. Huooki.ink PtKjcant, ' JI; Muxeart, JO, ' ll (iirl of grace, subtle wiles, frank feiniidtiity, and heaped up with interesting fun to pack into many half hours iii the modeling rooms. FRANCOIS VILLON Villon ' s Paris is grey with gaunt Death stalking; The gibbet ' s gruesome silhouette is never humaul.v undeeorated; Terror unprejudiced elutelies the hearts of both the weak and mighty; The great Leveller does not di.seriniinate. Aliraeulously Villon escapes, X’ot because tlie.rogue, the rake, the rover, the roue de.serves to live; It is his word that must survive. The musical, the rhythmic Word The brave, the bold, the vigorous Word Without shame, without fear; It is the beautiful, the spontaneous Wonl that must survive. True Art lives despite time ' s knavish tricks. Each to his own interpretation; I choo.se the romantic figure N ' illon might have been — Or I am sure he was. (Leave the skinny, ratty thief for Steven.son’s essay. Leave the black, sinning, drinking fellow. The lascivious, lying, immoral, ruthless rascal. The killing, cutting, conscienceless devil. The vile hunted dog!) For me the pitifully poor starved student. Master of Arts at twenty-one! For me the witty, wanton, ballad-singing lover. The rollicking, capering, mischief-maker Who seeks excitement, and not finding it. must needs create it; He runs the whole gamut of human emotions, 15ut for all that, is still the boy, not meaning half the havoc he ' s guilty of. And rebelling then against his punishment. Hungry Francois, never approaching .satiety, Constantl.v tormented by his innate healthy appetites, Aching soul-hungers. Oh, the wickedness of his life was not all deliberate! The lean years pre.ssed hard. How fortunate for World Literature that the “sunset dance had not claimed him When so often the hangman beckoned. Instead “Le Petit Testament sparkled bitterly from his pen; “Le Grand Testament glittered no le.ss with vivid gems of poesy. When masters sing, the song remains. Villon remains. The finiteness of all things does not touch him. Immortality cleaves to him. Love Villon ' s verse although you cannot find it in your heart To (juite forgive the man. Do not war against the erring Villon; Is not Poetry truce enough? IIeatkke Cohen ' , ' ;50 19