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

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I have five minutes to explain The workings of an artist’s brain If any — and the big Because That underlies the thing he draws; The How and all the Whys within it — And now I’ve used up one full minute. So to the point — and for a start Let me deny I thought of art With a big A or little one I made my drawings just for fun. If they are pictures, put the blame Upon the fact they’re in a frame And in good company, to be sure— I want to stay an amateur! To improvise without restraint. Maybe to paint — or not to paint; To see the spectrum of the prism But have no truck with sect or schism; To shun the critics constant buzzing. And dealers all — a dime a dozen. I am content that A should paint His dream — the world as the world ain’t; Or B, who is a dreadful bore, Repeats what was done well before; While C, confused, believes each school, D is himself, and still — a fool! Art is long and life is brief The world is wide and time’s a thief — It takes five minutes to report That Art is long and time is short. MR. O’DONNELL In allotted five minutes at “Instructors’ Assembly” ODE TO A WET HEDGE Crispy green With rolling drops Of crystal gleam Upon each leaf In globules cool Just waiting for A silly fool Like me To brush them off And get my hand all wet BEVERLY HALLAM

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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

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ELOISE LINSCOTT PRESIDENT RUTH MARCY VICE-PRESIDENT JANE COLEMAN SECRETARY BARBARA CORRIGAN TREASURER ELOISE LINSCOTT— G.D. Ellie, our class president . . . ami- able, refined, thoughtful, and a gracious leader. When deep think- ing tugs at the corners of her smile, furrowed contemplation arrives! Innumerable tales and problems find form in “apartment life with Mary,” “many men,” “week-end treks to Brockton”, and ventures into the professional design world. RUTH MARCY— T.T. Energy and zip . . . quiet manners . . . black, black, hair, glossy and smooth . . . enormous wide eyes! Morey’s constant supply of excess energy makes us feel like tired old wrecks. A ready hand to help any- one in trouble — generous and liked by everyone. She’s an expert candy dipper, wrapper, and puller. Occa- sionally she eats it. ELLY MARCY COLEY BARBIE to LU U CO JANE COLEMAN— T.T. In from the back woods of Mendon every morning, comes Jane, neat and complete. She does a slick job on her work — even lettering her exams is not a problem. A passion for red barns and precise abstrac- tions. ... A casual cynic with a sense of humor that bursts forth at the most unexpected moments. BARBARA CORRIGAN— G.D. C means cogent, candid critic Corrigan . . . O is ouster of the obsolete . . . R means reading all she can get hold of . . . R — re- former, radical elite. . . I is Barbie’s Irish ingenuity . . . G means gifted gal in Art — Design ... A for Attle- boro, for attainment . . . N — oted soon by others in her line. . . . Put them all together; they spell Corri- gan, . . . Corrigan— that’s Bar-bie!