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

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SMOKE GETS IN .YOUR EYES These two thin blue lines twist and move as if they know they are beautiful — and the thin waver- ing yellow at the other end — that ' s the nicotine I suppose. Well what of it — a lot of people are great in spite of all the nicotine they consume — it ' s whaf they believe in and love that matters. These things that I believe in and love so! Why can ' t I say Look everybody! Can ' t you see how important this green gold is and the sun on this clean hair and these bricks and this straw and this smooth, smooth wood. Why can ' t I be beautiful just because I want so to be. Why isn ' t it better that someone else who isn ' t me, is, and I can have the awful joy of looking at them. But I don ' t have to look to feel it, I don ' t have to see and hold the smooth or the earthy things. I just have to know about them and love them and the feeling is here, like walking upside down in a yellow light that is a blue haze too — like having too much something I haven ' t at all : : : : It ' s going — I can get it back — maybe — if I think what it was that made it come — I think I was watching the smoke

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Dedicated to Gallery Greerihorn A rare intoxicating view Of something new To you And a few Perhaps . . . Who have sought To see A thought Or reason out Just what It ' s all about . . . Beverly Hallam Muddy Meanderings The pounding life beneath my feet. The sodden sound. The dull-edged tread; Sinks through my heart with burbling beat. This sluggish shell awakes. The sun ' s eye Winks on walls, the desolate beauty Of populaced streets. I am consumed. A cataleptic aura Of sound, smell, and sig ht. The footed print.

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activit es For some the post year may bring memories of lost point brushes, mis- place matboards, or frenzied searchings for a big portfolio, but also fond recollections of social functions in which we all participated, in one way or another. The first thing on the program was Mass. Art ' s way of getting the new members of the school off to a flying start — known to the more dignified as Freshman Week. A blissful week for the upper classes — many favors be- stowed on them by Freshmen — with the proper respect, of course, if only after a little prodding. As a final touch to the Week, the Freshmen gave us a hilarious time as they paraded around in their Gay Nineties get-ups. These Get-ups , ( costumes is definitely not the right word) caught — and held — every eye in the cafeteria, especially the young ladies ' bustles and the young gentlemen ' s handle-bar moustaches, which were works of art. They showed themselves to be intelligent as well as stylish in the combination (puiz Program and Drawing Class which followed, not to mention their musical abilities, revealed in the form of a Barber Shop quartet. They should be justly proud. The approach of the next activity was gradual. For days we had been eat- ing our lunches amid large and flagrantly-hued pieces of colored paper. For a while hunger overcame curiosity, but as time went on and we be- came aware of the fact that our cafeteria was becoming populated with larige pink horses, mammoth purple cows and many chickens, we began to