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

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ESTHER ANDERSON Master of salient witticisms and tricky rhymes — ‘‘Ming a Sung of Sixpence” — offered intuitive sug- gestions for rendering, listened to our tales with an “O-o-oh” on her lips and obliged with an “It ' s a panic!” Andy, we felt, knew qual- ity, because her preferences co- incided with ours. MILDRED ATKINS With the defiance of a little Scottie dog, Millie splashed at her water colors or drew long charcoal figures to the tune of Schubert’s Serenade. She listened to us from a desk-top, and looked especially woebegone on the days that Ginny or Marky were absent. « NEVART DOHANIAN Nevvy, of the outward calm and innate good taste, our connoisseur of samples, and exponent of the “night before, in the simplest way” school of design, who appraised our work with an excited “Egad!” or a non-committal “M-m-m-m,” followed by a querulous glance and subdued laughter. MARY FRANKLIN Efficient Mary with the clever ideas, the liquid smile, and imperturbable good nature. She mothered Franny, sistered Nevvy, served as confi- dante for all, confronted us with our shortcomings, reticently ac- cepted praise, and related tales from “the House” with an exuberant “Sanzio!”

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back and forth from our excursions into industry and exhausted precious stores of experiences in transit. We divided ourselves into small cliques to share sand- wiches during rest periods. But we were one in our appreciation of a striking design, in our impatience with pretense and ver- bosity, in our determination to succeed. Though we tried to be broad, we found our interests becoming more and more paro- chial, making ready for a place in a world of wild specialization. We were constantly analyzing, attempting to glean the kernel from the chaff; and often argued esthetics only to become more convinced of the truth of our convictions. We strove to build parapets of dissected newspapers, magazines, and sample booklets, and then parched our brains in thinking of bright and stimulating ways of presenting the old ideas In refreshing form; we cultivated a reverence for fine drawing instruments, yet consistently used triangles to pry the thumbtacks from our drawing boards. We were constantly amused by the defensive attitude of the TT’s, the frivolous yet persecuted mien of the Costume Designers, the wide-eyed, wide-mouthed wonder of the DP’s, and the charivari of the modeling students and guests. Now we explain at great length to any one who will hear us the intimate details of a Ben Day tint, or the mechanics of color separation; we measure picas with the ease of inches, and swarm around recent graduates like so many Indian beggars to confront them with the What’s, Where’s, and How Much’s of professional life. —DONALD SPITZER

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MILDRED LINDGREN Millie, always in class at nine o ' clock with her smock at half-mast, set a spirited pace for us with her precision. She demanded the infini- tesimal details of our stories, and went into spasms of laughter at some cute remark. We admired her frankness and her enormous lunches. BARBARA LUNT We were surprised that in the course of four years someone hadn ' t placed a mat around Barby and submitted her as a happy solu- tion to one of Tommy ' s color prob- lems. She was like a well-trained rainbow, slipping in quietly after the 9 A.M. storm of arrivals had subsided. MARGUERITE MAGUIRE Browns in the winter, blues in the summer, and apples at rest period. No one was a more intere sted or sympathetic listener than Mar- guerite, none concurred more whole- heartedly in our judgments, none entered more readily into the spirit of fun or laughed more heartily at our puns. MARY McCORMACK Tall, obliging Mary of the gay eye, the imitations and accents, the sorority initiations, and the four sneezes in a row, spent four years amusing us with her spontaneous quips, and then walked off quietly, but happily, with the prize for the Attleboro competition.