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

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ROSLYN SCHRIER— C.D. The prize for concentration goes to Roz, but mention something that interests her, like Brown, and she emerges magically from the cloudy haze. Elegant figures for illustra- tion, gay colors, clever ideas, lovable laughter reflected in every- thing she does. We worried through one knitted khaki scarf with her! BERTA STIGLITZ— G.A. Strictly the blue pencil type, con- stantly trying to Bohemianize the class. Persuasive, generous — a fondness for guns, horses, Cuba, Oriental treasures — re-designing her living room, the topic of discus- sion for weeks. Well-informed on the displays of the 5th Avenue couturieres and books. RUTH WALKER— G.D. She threatened to leave us for the W.A.A.C. but stayed to finish that whatever it is she’s knitting. Gener- ous, practical, profound reader. New York enthusiast, and admirer of Eliot O’Hara. At ten, her full course lunch begins. RUTH SWEET— G.D. Her name is her trademark. Sweet, pert, flirtatious, auburn hair to match dark eyes that disappear in a laugh. Easy-going, unruffled disposition, she carries these quali- ties into every problem, doing each well and in its stride. Fine color, surety of line, good design, expert at splints. IRENE SZTUCINSKI— C.D. Don’t let that little-girl-look fool you — there’s a capable brain behind that velvet bow. Whips up a dream dress or a party, practically overnight. If skirts won’t hang right or peplums won’t pep, just call on little Irene. A trite remark, but true — she’s the honey of a Seabeei

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DOROTHY ROCKMAN— G.D. Overloaded with supplies and wearing a Friday afternoon grin from ear to ear, she arrives each day exuberant, only to find she for- got ' her design. A literary artist, loves the excitement of New York and colors of Mexico. Her work suggests Rivera and she tackles it with zest. FRANCES ROSE— G.A. From frivolous facetious freshman to a charmingly wise, gracious, and well-informed senior, though the source of information is still a sub- ject for debate. And yet precious flashes of the old — beguiling pig- tails, happy, slightly moronic grin, and What have you got for lunch?” MOLLIE RUBENSTEIN— Modeling Our Huckleberry Finn, always ready for duck-shooting at 3:00 A.M. Miss Physical Science till ’43. Flower-bedecked up-do — she dem- onstrates the new leap in the air from her latest activity, her inter- pretative dancing class. Her $64 question — Can’t I do it in clay?” MARY REARDON— T.T. A dry humorous remark, a twinkle of the eye, and again the serious- ness of the moment is disrupted. Sketches of babies that always look like her are dashed off with a deft hand. Stories of her fatfiily send us off into gales of laughter. She’s dependable and able.

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CONSTANCE BUSH— C.D. Long hair, green eyes and magic touch in creating clothes that be- long only to Connie, our naive sophisticate, quiet, genial and knowing — all kinds of letters — hm! And we were envious when she in- herited that red brocade. Interests in the Navy and Harvard, the latter claiming most attention. RICHARD FRENIERE— G.A. No one enjoys himself as Dick does doing myriad horror pictures, etch- ings, and lithographs turned out a la Assembly Line. We’re still laughing over his hilarious panto- mimes. His following greatest among the freshmen girls, he is a welcome addition to our class. BERTHA GARYONIS— CD. A designer to the n ' th degree. Cookie whips up a dress at break- neck speed overcoming twisted sleeves and interlinings. Cries of frustration, dimples and brown eyes mingle — and behold — a crea- tion! Corduroy, angora trim, float- ing net and dirndls are her medium. Clothes with gay charm about them are the result. JEAN BACON— G.A. “Until Johnny comes marching home again,” Jean has her hands full with daily letters to far-off places and adjusting herself to explosive, “know-it-all” seniors, who found their blonde pacifist a lovely person in mind, body, and soul. First prize winner of the Columbia Record contest. jyinoRS We returned to school full of lofty ideals: We should not let the war affect us; we should be artists and dress designers even though not essential to the war effort. What excitement, getting acquainted with etchings and lithographs, learning about fashion illustration and design. But there were too few of us — a change had to be made. Unanimously we chose to be with the seniors — to go on as best we could.