Mount Holyoke College - Llamarada Yearbook (South Hadley, MA)

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24 The Llamarada Eenior Glass 1bistorQ NS RUSH in hand, the Artist sat musing before her easel, gazing with unseeing eyes far out over the mountain tops. And she said: I will paint me the face ofa maiden: often have I seen her in my dreams, standing upon the threshold of womanhood with the untried future before her. Not beautiful, as the world judges, but with a face sweet and strong, where beauty of character is plainly written. She has real faults, but just as real aspirations and a noble ideal of true womanhoodf' So she spoke,-Alma Mater, Artist of the Soul. Then with earnest purpose she bent over the canvas, toiling patiently. Day followed day, till the last touch was added and the Artist stood aloof to view her work. It was a winning face that confronted her,-half child, half woman, impulsive, irresponsible, with smiling lips and frank, honest eyes. Cares rested lightly on her shoulders, she had not yet wakened to a realization of her part in the world's work. But a shade of sadness passed over the Artist's'ibrow as she looked upon it. It is not the face of my dreams, she said. I must try again. And she drew the covering and went away. Many days passed, and the Artist returned to her work. Paint- ing out here, adding color there,--here a shadow, there a line,- and the face was changed beneath her touch. Though the features remained the same the childishness had given place to an air of seriousness and responsibility, in the questioning eyes lurked a vague restlessness and dissatisfaction.

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Volume IX. 25 The Artist sighed, as with weary gesture, she drew the cloth again. It is not as I have dreamed: perhaps again- and she turned away. Time rolled on and the Artist returned. Now with new vigor she took up her neglected brushes, striving to reflect upon the canvas the image in her mind. And ,when she paused, a change had passed over the face before her. The dawn of a new light and hope was rising in the eager eyes as if the problems of life were beginning to solve themselves. joy in living was in the earnest face,-and strong endeavor and resolution. The Artist's face brightened. It is good, she said. But yet-I will try once more. Suns rose and set, days melted into weeks, and June rested upon the earth ere the Artist came again. Long she gazed upon the pictured face, and new inspiration seized her. The hours sped. by unmarked as her magic brush Flew over the canvas, until at last she cast aside brush and palette, and stood before the Finished portrait. A new radiance and beauty shone from every feature. Sweet unselfishness, nobility of thought, and broad sympathy made it a face of one to be depended on, one efficient in any service. Sweet, strong, serene, and sunny, she stood in the gateway of the future. And the Artist rested from her labors. Such was my dream, she said. It is the face of a true woman and the world will be better because she has lived in it. Even as she spoke a beam of sunlight slanted across the studio and lingered on the pictured face in loving benediction. ,i '65 F42 i,