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

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COMMONWEALTH OF MASSACHUSETTS BRIDGEWATER FITCHBURG FRAMINGHAM HYAHNIS n department of education AT LONG LAST RECOGNITION In November, 1940, the dark shadov of precedent was shattered and Massachusetts Art entered a display booth at the annual Book Fair sponsored by the Herald-Traveler at the Boston Garden.

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SNOWFLAKES’ DIRGE They sifted noiselessly against my pane, These flakes of alabaster, frozen rain; And I refused admission, knowing what They did not know — within, ’twas death they sought. For I could offer nothing more than this: Disintegration following the kiss That I’d bestow upon one fragile drift. Then weep to find there nothing left But wetness — cool, sweet-tasting, tiny sips Of frozen nectar, chilled upon my lips. So go! Away! Don’t beg for what is sure To be your end. The air outside is pure And cold, but here within is stifling heat. Oh, that your world were mine! My senses beat! Oh, to exchange this suffocating jail Of human flesh, this overhanging veil Of heavy matter in a burdened mind For your aerial sphere, your weightless kind Of form that is not yet a form, but mere Momentous image; or perhaps a tear From God for any of our many shames; Maybe His silent epitaph to names Of heroes gone unsung. And still you press Your faces on my window, hopeful lest I weaken and admit you; but in firm Refusal, standing still, I watch you, spurned. Glide down in quiet sorrow, still with muted sound. To rest within the snowflakes’ burying-ground. MIRIAM KRASOW

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Armed to the teeth with hammers, saws, and first-aid kits, the Junior Designers, weaker sex included, erected a structure designed by the versatile Mr. Dunn of the Bauhaus. When the sawdust of battle had cleared, the builders stood back and gazed at the framework they had constructed and then they shifted their scrutiny towards their slightly bewildered Senior Design confreres and blandly stated, “This is where we came in.” So the Senior Designers, Mr. Palmstrom presiding, gathered up their brushes and paints and took up the task. Dismay was prevalent when it was found necessary to assume postures hardly encountered in the course of ordinary homework, but someone said, “Good ex- perience!” so the advice was accepted and work begun. With the approach of the inevitable deadline it was found neces- sary to call in extra hands. Our president, Mr. Reynolds, the faculty in charge, and the school engineer all contributed a loss of sleep and the exhibit was set up in all its glory, though something of a lesser word could be applied to the site which had been appropriated to the dis- play. Because of an oversight, or whatever such occurrences are called, our booth was set up outside the main hall, an unfortunate cir- cumstance, for in merit the display was second to none. And — oh, yes — they who were present to dismantle the exhibit on the final night received proper reward for their labor, for the dis- sembled display was temporarily stored in the stall which was to be occupied by Gene Autry’s horse the forthcoming week. ARTHUR SELLER