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

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CHRI! TMAS EVE OX BEACOX HILL Louisburg Square! — The very heart of Beacon Hill! Breathless from our climb up tlie steep and narrow streets, we arrive red-cheeked and shiny-eyed, upon a festive, snow-bedecked scene vibrant with the cheery spirit of Christmas Eve. Myriads of flickering lights scintillate from the uncurtained, gleaming windows; the quaint, old- fashioned doorways are festooned with wreaths of deep green pine and bright scarlet holly berries; and sparkling white snow glitters with diamond-like brilliance in the un- steady glimmering of the street lamps. Curiously wrought lanterns, swinging from poles held aloft by the carolers, light their footsteps as their melodic voices blending in holiday harmony, fill the wintry air with reminiscent strains of “Silent Night.” All is joyous, all is reverent. From another group in the hazy distance comes the triumphant refrain “Hark the Herald Angels Sing” and one is transported in fancy to the Galilean hills “0 i little town of Bethlehem How still we see thee lie Above thy deep and dreamless sleep The silent stars go by ” And as it was sung when Phillips Brooks wrote it, so it is sung now. So will it be sung by our children and our grandchildren. This hill, mellow with the memory of many Yuletides past and gone, so steeped in rich tradition, so colorful in history can never be set apart from the yester-year. To know Beacon Hill and to feel its charm is to live once more with ghosts of hy-gone years, to be lifted above this hum-drum every-day life, and to realize that here is a spirit like none other in the world. VIRGINIA MAJOR, ’38

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ROBERT GRADY ’37