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

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Music today — ah, Ravel ' s Bolero — Did you see the notice? — a cleverly done impression — a fiery dancing fig- ure wound round with gay colored papers. It is Monday, perhaps Wednes- day — Roger is unpacking the disks, pol- ishing them in preparatio n. The needle hits the disk, is silent for what seems eternity, then sound. It climbs thru the thin air spiraling up and up until it crescendos against the height of the lunchroom. It circles about capturing the occupants then weaving down again through stairways, railings and corridors into the dimly lit auditorium. The music emanating from the vie is now powerful, throbbing, now light and capricious, now tripping with feverish haste, now cautious in tempo. No one stirs — it lifts them through the ceiling and beyond. The warning bell shatters the air. The music is once more wrapped in folders and dreams put away for another day.

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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.

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