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

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PETER RETALIS Cool-headed, tolerant, easy-going Pete practised the art of under- statement by day, and reported for his hometown newspapers by night. He patterned a classical mosaic of cool pinks, light purples, and cur- sive lettering, and bonded it with controlled gaze-motion. VIRGINIA RUFLE Ginny, the unruffled Rufle, silent and erect like a marble Doric column. She masked a warm heart with a cool exterior. Through un- moving lips, she imparted her con- suming interest in Interior Decora- tion, and the need for designing “Hosses What Art Hosses.” FRANCIS SHERMAN Here was our business man, replete with the outside connections about which we whispered in hushed tones. His interests in art were pri- marily economic; he worried about the big issues of Life and left the trivalities to us. JOANNE SPENCER Joan of the trim ankle and whimsi- cal costume jewelry, our favorite dual-personality, with the little girl look belieing her sophistication, and the tailored clothes contradict- ing her femininity. Class treasurer, she wore out an index finger tabulating receipts from the Prom.

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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.

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DONALD SPITZER Life-sized puppet working his own strings. Fate picked Don out of a nineteenth century drawing-room, endowed him with modern ideas, an inexhaustable supply of barber- shop songs, corrugated cardboard, paper samples, and burlap, then set him in our midst to be Class President. BARBARA STARK Bobby arrived breathless, smiling, and apologetic to give freely of her bountiful advice. She injected sage epigrams into our conversations and always formulated her answer in the proper words, long before we had posed the question. CONSTANCE TOCHER Conny, our tiny and fragile Dresden china figurine from the story-book land of the tinkling music box and everlasting sunshine, had a heart that sang and a ready hand that responded. Friend and mentor of the equally gracious Ruth, she pro- duced yummy lettering and lay- outs. RUTH TORR Here was the personification of our recurrent New Year’s resolutions. She held the reins of Pegasus in her four-wheeled chariot, and rolled in from the wilds of Milton with a precious cargo of careful renderings, faultless layouts, arm- fuls of year-book material, and little Conny.