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

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As freshmen, we wormed our way through a week of hazing into our green smocks. Order being thus established, we began to work seriously both intra and extra-curricula, hurling our- selves with especial enthusiasm into the production of The Pirate ' s Daughter. As sophomores, we thought the school ours, put unruly freshmen in their places, and continued to make our presence both heard and felt. As juniors, our interest divided us each to his appointed corner save for historic and anatomical purposes. Nevertheless, this did not prevent our members from taking active part in many Mascart productions, in the newly founded Sketch Club, in various contests, and in sports. Finally as seniors. . . We who formerly met at least once or twice a week in toto, this year have been brought together only by assemblies, and by our occasional social gatherings, among these our prom — a great success. In our secluded corner of the building we sometimes find mem- bers of other departments who have come up to visit and have lost themselves amidst our forest of easels. A few have stayed long enough to sit for portraits. The costume designers we see here and there in their latest and most devastating creations, and there have been reports of prizes won by various members of the General Design section. The modeling department drops in on us from time to time when he gets lonesome downstairs. As for the T.T. ' s, our only degree earners, we scarcely see them at all, for they spend much of their time outside the building, teaching young hopefuls to express themselves, or presenting assembly programs in local public schools. As a class, we have continued to lend our support to school activities in spite of such distractions as theses and graduation requirements. We recall with particular pleasure the mystifying magician act and the heart-stirring melodrama presented for us under the resourceful direction of Max Singer. It was stupendous. We could wish that the great Mahax might pull a job out of his hat for each departing thirty-fiver. Now as we set out let us sing once more together Who ' s Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf? . MARTHA BURNHAM ' 35.

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SENIOR CLASS President . . ELEANOR GERBRACH Vice-President . MARIE MULGREW Secretary . . JUNE CHELLAND Treasurer . . WALTER ROBERTS „ u A j • ( MRS. WHITTET Faculty Advisors O ' DONNELL

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COSTUME DESIGN JEAN ANTHONY Modern Priscilla masquerades in a Vogue bonnet and prettily portrays pink babies on blue blankets. RUTH EMERSON Slim Greek caryatid, gilded by the sun, steps from the Hellenic scene to click sharp bone knitting needles. MARGARET GILL Goya gypsy, of olive warmth and flashing white, laughs lazily under a southern sky. IRENE GRACE Earnest forest elf, bemoaning her fate, patiently labors at portentious problems. RUTH JACOBS Blithe mime of the laughing Cavalier attacks with gusto golden heaps of pretzels and pumpernickel. NONA LOCKMAN Pink-horned goatlet nimbly hops from Gertrude Stein to Gauguin and ogles a ballet skirt in Jay ' s window. DOROTHY MacDONALD Ivory Kwan-yin, splashed with magenta, languidly clasps a waxy bloom. MARGARETHA SIMPKINS Gainsborough lady, in pastel gauze, wreathes blue forget-me-nots on flaxen samplers.