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

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Life Painting John Ananis V 4 A ikJ M

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Donald Duck s unholy laughter echo in the dwarfs glee, sent the big had wolf dressed up like the Fuller Brush man stalking through the river mist in the witch’s place. And then with fear and trembling when he thought of all the dreamers of the world, against whose own firm notions of beauty and hate he must pit his witch and his princess, he offered, as a great king scattering largess. Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs . And we accepted it as largess. In spite of many things, we acknowledged in our hearts that though we might indeed have asked for something different, we could not well have asked for anything better. And when it was all over and we went out into the world again, we looked curiously up and down at the color of the sky and the shape of the street. Partly we looked because it was as though we were back from a long journey and as yet scarcely knew where we were, partly because to our affected eyes all the buildings loomed in mystery, and magic hovered over all the people. Far off in the middle distance we could just make out Dopey, skipping off un- certainly, with many a backward glance, to take his rightful place among the immortals. Susan Richert, ’39

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are graduating from the Massachusetts School of Art. At some time during the past four years the letters of that name hlurred into a far more significant pattern than any type face could reveal. It is a beautifully intricate pattern, and so dearly familiar that its details have become one large impression. To say home to one who is still living at home does not conjure up separate memories, but an emotion without name and indescribable, an association of the familiar. So it is with us. Perhaps in retro- spect the name will mean a succession of clear cut memories, incidents, places, and people, — the first picnic at Provincetown, fencing in the Junior D. P. room, old Shelt on singing to the freshmen. But now, the weaving of the pattern not yet done, it is difficult to stand apart and choose the underlying motifs that are the strength and beauty of the cloth. Tliese major designs are so large that all the rest seem bright threads of decoration and their strongly woven web is made of an unsentimental recogni- tion of the principles of art. We learned them not from one instructor, but from all the men and women who have guided us in the past four years. I hey may feel that the lesson has been imperfectly realized. Yet the sturdy material of it is there: our own exfierience will exj)lain what we understand in [ art now. I ' .ach ol us has a different [)attern because it is a II the st ulf of individual exf)erience and friendships, but there was much that we all shared during oiir freshman year. I hat first Se[)tember we were continually bedazzled, lliere was the glamorous vision ol the Pageant and our green Smock Day. Watching a succession of three Smock Days sin e has bound the .years with a green