Newark School of Fine and Industrial Art - Fawcett Yearbook (Newark, NJ)

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CLASS PROPHECY Day ScHoo , 1928 VEUereee gi tetndy IFTH Avenue was in a state of confusion, an excited crowd thronging the sidewalks as I was making hasty steps toward Greenwich Village , very much elated over the fact that I had been asked to a studio party (ine for the Earl of Quackenbush. My heart actually jumped when I thought of meeting the Earl in as cozy and quaint an environment as Margaret Pikutis’ studio. A very boisterous person pushed me in the back. I turned around not intending “to whisper sweet nothings in her ear.” It was no other than Alice Ecker—now grown very stout. She pleaded guilty for the violent way in which she had treated me and later told me she was designing posters for a baby talcum powder firm. In the first car of the parade I could see Colonel and Mrs. Charles A. Lindbergh. Mrs. Lindbergh, you know, was the former Lilly Sittard. They had just arrived from Paris in their private plane “Farina.” Kay Lowry, Ziegfield’s latest find, was with them. Fifteen minutes later I was tripping the light fantastic up the stairs of the studio. An echo of a hearty laugh reached me. That was Constance Reed, much in the limelight since last year. When hunting big game in Africa she made a very clever etching of a mammoth charging. I saw first Anthony Chufi, the distinguished author. He apol- ogized for not coming down to see me but told me he was very busy writing for “True Story” magazine. In the course of conversation I remembered that I had for- gotten a package of “Brownies” I had bought uptown especially for Helene Slattery. George Neil was there “with spats on.” He was flattering Mollie Savad so much I wondered whether she would be able to get her hat on. I noted a number of Pauline Francis’ landscape paintings graced the walls. She was there, as ever, with a cheerful word. | Miss Pikutis, the great artist, induced us to stay and join a theatre party that evening at Roxy’s. We were delighted to learn we were to see Louise Humphreys, who took Mademoiselle Gam- barelli’s place. David Walsh was on the program as a special feature, to show us some new and clever tricks in chalk-talking. It was quite late when Laura Lowe and Blanche Rawitz came in. Laura had been busy all day selling a book entitled “The Gift of Narration”; Blanche a book on “Etiquette in Paris.” The picture starred Carlton Pierce, the titles by Elmer Pierce. E55]

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PAINTING We started in the second year, And went to meet our teachers. The work seemed strange to us at first, A lot of poor, dumb creatures. First, Mr. Cimiotti comes Then next comes Mrs. Stroud, And when these two get through with you You'll grab the nearest cloud. Put in your darkest dark right away The teachers all would say, ‘Then work up to your lights and shades And leave it be that way. Now model it, model it, make it round, Pull out your high lights too, You work as awkward as a clown, Don’t come in class to chew! Now, Mr. Cimiotti said, What makes you look so glum? If you would do what I say do You’d make that picture hum. You told me make the picture hum, I’d rather hear it sing, And I’ve been listening since you left, But haven’t heard a thing. Now when you go to paint a tree The leaves all disappear, And all you see is one big mass Of lights and darks, from here, You are too neat, your work looks like A piece of polished brass, Don’t slick it up, just slash it in, Now, that looks more like grass. EucEnE A. Burkes. [ 54 ] CAST DRAWING When we entered Fawcett Art School In the first year class by day, We went up to Mr. Kleinfeldt, And right there we had to pray. ‘“Now sharpen up your charcoal “Like a butcher does his knife, “And we'll start with Mr. Adam, “Later on we'll draw his wife.” Oh, he’s strict and then he’s joky, There’s no finer man I know, If you just work and study You will always find him so. He will always come and help you When you’re stuck deep in the mire And he even asks the janitor To please stir up the fire. Now if I place my charcoal here, And draw from “dare” to “dare” This horizontal line would run Right smack into the hair. That’s just his way of speaking, But we always liked him so And all the other teachers Are just as nice, you know. EucENE A. Burkes. FAWCETT SPIRIT There’s one thing that all students have, From first year until fourth That brings them from the east and west, And from the south and north. It keeps them busy al the day And working by the rule It’s just the simplest sort of thing It’s the “Spirit of the School.”

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Pathe News showed Laura Winter, the clever little Hungarian artist, drawing to entertain the patients of a certain hospital. Laura was always so sweet and thoughtful. The news also showed the tallest, thinnest woman in the world, but it was really a farce, for it was Charlotte Weber on stilts. After the vitaphone program, in which Betty Maff, fair banjo- ist, gave a clever selection entitled “Kay and I”; Agnes Downs came in. She did not seem to be the least bit hurried despite her lateness. The next morning at breakfast I glanced over the society col- umn of the daily paper. The only thing of interest that I noted was mention of a small luncheon given by Mrs. Russell Egert, at her home in Lynhurst. I wonder if Libby could pour tea with- out laughing. Among the guests was Ruth Toms, the talented cos- tume illustrator. Irene Rodecki called me later and asked me to have lunch with her and in the afternoon go for a drive. I was proud to accept, as Rodecki the great costume authority is on the lips of nearly every fashionably dressed woman in New York. We had luncheon at the Du Bourgogne Tea Room, and there found Claire Dufault had a charm shop in connection with the tea room. I could not resist purchasing a small yellow green bowl, decorated with blue violet notches—it had a Fawcett at- mosphere about it somehow. . Of peculiar charm was a handsomely bound children’s book, illustrated by Ruth Salisbury, with special decorative features by Irene Krupicka. Some of the objects for sale are decorated by Isabelle Coke and bring enormous prices. A “preferred blonde” came in just as we were leaving. She was Gert Uchtman, and was evidently anticipating selling some of her lovely landscape watercolors. Irene and I went to see Dorothy Van Riper and husband first. She served some delicious muffins her husband had baked. Dorothy was lucky in getting a baker for a husband. Passing through Morristown we saw Lillian Plank, knickers donned, painting a large sign poster for “Red Hair.” ‘What is this ‘Red Hair,’” Irene asked me, to which I could give no satis- factory answer. Seeing we were so near to where Edna Hankinson abides, we thought we might as well drop in and see her. She had “gone to the dogs,” for we found her raising pedigreed pups! Joel Ornstein, we found in a Newark studio. Just then he was painting a modernistic poster advertising “Gentlemen Prefer Blondes.” Helene Donahue was the inspiring model. EDNA HANKENSON, ’28 [56]