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

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October marked the month of the Hallowe’en Party. Amateur talent . . . square dancing . . . polkas . . . box lunches . . . cider and doughnuts contributed to the rustic atmosphere. Perhaps it was the chicken dinner at the Christmas Spread that made us delirious . . . but we all saw it happen. . . . The baby doll, the Jack-in-the-box and Raggedy Ann all came to life before our eyes. The Baby cried and Ann went back to sleep, but the other toys danced for us. Later we danced too . . . and had a wonderful time. This year we had a gathering that was different from all others ... a Mother and Daughter Tea. It was an enjoyable affair that gave our mothers a chance to become acquainted with our classmates and the faculty. Mass. Art night at the “Pops” was revived when the Student Association sponsored a gala evening. It was most enjoyable and decidedly worthwhile. Let us con- tinue this custom! On Fridays the “breeched” and “booted” riding club encounters interesting equestrian experiences. The glee club and modern dance group vie with each other for popularity. Brilliant student leadership has developed in connection with these activities.

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OF THE SCHOOL ART EDUCATION As prospective educators, it is our privilege to guide children in the field of creative expression ... to broaden and deepen their experience and apprecia- tion, and to help them become creatively intelligent individuals and constructive citizens. We are proud of our opportunity, — for we, too, are part of the fight for freedom of expression. JACQUELIN SAUNDERS GENERAL DESIGN The all-female design department has produced air brush and textile designs as fine as any on the market today. We hold an optimistic view of a bright future in the design field. Thus far our one obstacle seems to be a little insect called a silverfish who has a fondness for the black tempera in the designs hanging on the wall. KATHLEEN WAINWRIGHT GRAPHIC ARTS Ours is a course of new experiences . . . wobbly ven- tures into the fascination of oil painting, the excitement of etching and lithography, and the fun of roaming through the city making sketches in watercolor. Filled with ambition and individuality, we strive to create that which is truly “fine” art. PHYLLIS TOCK

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Thoughts bewildered far beyond The deepest night, the dullest morn. Shattered talents all unfurl A disconcert and dreamy world. An upward growth to greater height Would mean the loss of shadowed sight, For down would pour in torrid mass Against the strength of will and might! Confusion. . . . BEVERLY HALLAM CHECKMATE I spoke — You laughed — I scowled. The game was yours. I’d fouled. You talked a while — I, not at all — For soundproof I had built a wall. But waning humor now grown lax. Endowed you with a verbal axe That brought to light what I’d forgot. You were real . . . the wall was not. JANE HANNAFORD