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

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ALICE’S ADVEXTLRES IX THE ART MUSEUM FOR LEWIS CARROLL by MARGARET E. SAXGSTER You gave the world the gift of gentle laughter. Of magic touched with a prismatic gleam; ou taught us that life holds frail romance after First youth is past and hearts scarce dare to dream. our people saunter by, a long procession .As mad as April and as sweet as May .... They are so real (and this is a confession! ) That I can see them, though mv hair is gray! There’s Alice and the Rabbit, walking primly. The sobbing turtle, and the child that sneezed; The croquet-playing Queens who shouted grimly, The drowsy Dormouse and the Hare that teased . . . A our dear illusions never, quite, can pass. Though you have wandered through the Looking Glass! Alice was rather surprised, as she approached the Museum, to see a horse cantering on the front lawn. But the Appeal to the Great Spirit (for he turned out to be the rider) dismounted and greeted her quite naturally. “Oh dear! Look,” said Alice, “the sign says ‘Closed on Alondays’.” “Oh, that!” laughed the Appeal. “People like to say they donh believe in signs, but they do, you know. Oh dear, yes. I suppose I’ve seen hundreds of people come here on a Monday and turn away quite disgusted wdien they see the sign. They don’t seem to think of trydng the door. And the funny thing about it is that it’s never locked, you know.” To prove it he pushed open the door and they walked in. “But I should think someone — ” objected Alice. “I’m coming to that,” put in the Appeal. (He did not like to be interrupted.) “I can remember just one Monday when a very absent-minded man walked right up and tried the door before he realized what day it was. That was a close call, I can tell you.” “Well? And what happened?” Alice questioned eagerly. “Oh, Mycerinus held the door, of course,” said the Appeal, a little crossly. “Ah, here he is now. I’ll introduce you.” And sure enough there was Mycerinus lumbering down the corridor towards them. Alice knew it was rude, but she could not help staring at him. He was so immense. She was dreadfully embarrassed when she shook hands with him, because the whole hand and part of his arm broke right off! And there she w ' as, still