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

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ask timid questions. The answer was ridiculously simple — decorations for the approaching Hoe-Down . This barn dance was the real thing — square dances with a professional prompter, hay, cider and doughnuts, an even a photograph in the next day ' s paper. The traditional ceremony of Smock Day, and the Freshmen really became a part of the student body, despite being marked for weeks afterward by those bright green smocks. We remember President Philbrick ' s inspiring talk on that occasion. The motif of our Christmas Party was Old Boston, dear to art students. This theme was carried out in the place-cards and in the big-three dimen- sional cut-paper murals in the cafeteria and in the foyer where the dance was held. One of these murals showing the market district of Boston made its appearance at the Museum of Fine Arts, during the Boston Builds show. Those students whose commuting schedule permitted enjoyed something new this year — visiting with Miss Munsterberg after school of a Wednes- day afternoon. And to carry on other traditions of the past, we have the Spring Formal — a night at Pops — the Mother and Daughter Tea — Thus, when we remove our noses from a Psychology book and our fingers from a jar of paint, we manage to have our lighter extra-curricular activities. Roberta Whipple

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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

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To all who in some way aided in the saving of our shool we are deeply grateful. We owe much to Mr. Palmstrom who left his position as president to become a more powerful determiner in the outcome. Our faculty, alumni, and friends in the outside fields worked hard and showed themselves to be true believers in the philosophy of our school. The student body in its unified ap- proach to the problem showed a spirit of loyalty hitherto untried. It was as if a bomb had exploded their retreat. They realized just how much they had taken for granted. It was the feeling too — not the rah-rah Alma Mater kind but a more elusive hardly discernible joy and pride in the school, the life and the people who worked and lived within. The long line of Mass. Art Commuters waiting at Kenmore — a part of the mov- ing pulsing crowd bearing down upon each bus as it swerves to a stop. The gay laugh- ter as clumsy portfolios and drawing boards are lifted into place. The small groups huddled over coffee cups in the lunchroom eagerly discussing school topics developing into ever widening concentric circles of thought as Y-Day and plans for world peace are discussed. We believe dif- ferently — we are of different races but this is not a problem, for we have learned to respect and value the thoughts of others. May these ideas of future students be free to develop and through guidance reach the fullness of maturity — that is our hope.