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

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HAROLD THRESHER A pink and white Indian, the chief trekked down from Vermont sum- mers, and from behind his dicta- torial jaw he shot forth a steady barrage of naive questions and comments. But Harold’s Yankee tenacity commanded respect, be- cause he was our Child of the Muses. RICHARD TOBIN At banker’s hours and in sartorial splendor, the Mayor arrived. Doff- ing his coat too neatly for a D.P., Dick set about covering the sugary sparkle of his canvas with inter- mittent flashes of an infectious grin and Hibernian wit. And we always felt it was the morning after some- thing or other. PETER BELITSOS

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AARNE HANNINEN Gentle and retiring, Aarne looked no more energetic than the rest of us in the Deacon’s corner, but we were constantly chagrined at the fury with which our blond dynamo painted on gargantuan canvases with Geranium and Blossom Yellow, and the vast number of landscape sketches. MARGARET HUTCHINSON Our amiably freckled carrot top grew up before us but still took her cue to register coy indignation at our bantering. Charmingly saucy, her paintings, too, teased us, like a violinist tuning up. PHILIP KREVORUCK P. Craige O’Rourke, of the keen mind, determined lip, and McClel- land Barclay forearm, scrubbed undertones on his canvas, sang tuneless improvisations on the gas house” melodies, lashed our short- comings with a quip, and soothed everything by laughing at himself. EDWARD MALSBERG Emerging from Poe-like phantasms, reconditioned by radio gag writers, our Roman-nosed Pagliacci arrived early to plant his shovel in every pile, sweep a few brush strokes over home-made canvas, and fight for justice. Ludicrous, vituperative, lovable, — Shadow was a legend in his own day.

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