Pratt Institute - Prattonia Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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President RICHARD BELTRAM Vice-President RICHARD BRUNNEL Secretary MARIN RAPECIS ADVERTISING DESIGN IX E are the class of IIIX, a conglomeration of would-be artists with our respective qualifications of temperament, creativeness, and conceit (barring all Bohemian qualities, of course). With all due modesty, we have finally realized that we represent the artists of tomorrow, the genii of the future. Either that or we may clutter up some W.P.A. unit. But to return to sanity and the serious angle—with the possible exceptions of a few glamour boys and gals, our crowd is very con- scientious and serious-minded, believe it or not (it's possible, you know). This state of mind should be attributed to our talented tutors. They are responsible for our constant stride which lately seems promis- ing (promising us very little sleep). The only flaw in our present course, is the oncoming of spring which has thrown the proverbial wrench into the works, so to speak. You know in the spring a young man’s fancy turns to thought of homework! With the exception of the tem- porary stigma, the students are going places. As we come into the home stretch we wonder whether the am- bitions with which our best friends and critics have inspired us might not be over-shadowed by the wolf at the doorstep—but we have had our fingers crossed and with this weird collection of jitterbugs, barber- hop quartets, piano players and athletes we're sure to come thru. To dear old Pratt goes the honor and the blame—we're on our way. SCHOOL OF FINE AND APPLIED ARTS Pres. | EDWARD CHRISTOFFERS Secretary RAUNI LAMPE Treasurer MARY KNIGHT ARCHITECTURE lll HERE was one man who was as much a part of this history as any member of the class. Without his influence and help the three years would have been long and uninteresting as well as uninspiring. He was the first person we met when we entered Pratt and was with us most of the first year as an instructor and friend. We use the term friend not as being familiar, but because it can be truly said he was. When a group of twenty-six fellows, just out of high school, met, on the most part for the first time, there would without a doubt be bound to be some swaying from rules of any institution. For this we were not reprimanded harshly but merely told in a friendly way that we were not doing right. We believe this attitude on his part gained for him more respect from the members of our class, than anything else he might have done. When our work fell behind we were called into his office but there were no threats made; he would isten to our side and then express his opinion. As we went on into our second year we had less class contact with him but he was still there, ready to help any time he could; always willing to listen. The course, architecture, that we were study- ing was his life and he wanted it to be ours. Our class is now smaller in number for many reasons, but if those of us in school, and those who have left, have learned but one thing, to appreciate what we are doing, we have gained a great deal from Mr. Pope. 29

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President BRUCE ANDERSON Vice-President HERBERT DYE Secretary-Treas. ELAYNE HELLER ADVERTISING DESIGN IIIA ce right up, tolks—It's the heyday for the most stupendous event of the year, as the finest talent ever possessed by Pratt Institute passes the portals of antiquity into the future of worlds to conquer. Maintaining magnificent control of this high-pressured maelstrom of genius is the lean, lanky leader Bruce Anderson, ably assisted by Vice-President, Herb Dye and Secretary-Treasurer, Elayne Heller. Sergeant Ajootian's peppy war stories, you may be sure, have a permanent place in our tremendous craniums, as has William ‘'Bull- fighter'' Longyears, probs, pricks, and competitions. “And don't (but of course, you won't) forget the Ten Commandents'’ quote Leonard—unquote. Incidently, if your eyelevel is up here, why pray tell, do you put your point of vision way down here? Put it where it belongs and follow your proper shades and shadows, and Mr. Lawson's rendering recruits will blossom forth with dazzling delineations. Hold it! The Tuesday duet by Wee Willie Rivchin and young Mr. Young is a Water-color class unfinished symphony in two keys. Space! Ether! Vacuum! The fourh comes after the third—if you can find it; provided you go the longest way around because it is the shortest way home, and you'll get there much faster. After this, should we mention Mr. Benrimo?—or has he already been subtly mentioned. Getting back to earth and some beautiful forms and letters, take it ''slow and easy’’ is Mr. Hayne's advice. But we can do that when we get out. SCHOOL OF FINE AND APPLIED ARTS President MAYNARD WIGGINS Vice-President FRED ZOFFER Secretary-Treas. PHYLISS TANNER ADVERTISING DESIGN IIIB bk graduating class in Advertising Design of June 1939 bids farewell to Pratt Institute. With this farewell the panorama of our three years of study unfolds before us. Thru hard work we have developed ourselves so that we will be able to cope with the world and its problems. No longer can we be shielded by the knowledge and foresight, the tolerance and understanding of our parents and teachers. True, we were once a group of unpredictable youngsters but since then we have formed a never to be forgotten friendship which in future years will be c herished as a memory of our school days. Some of us will attain the heights of our ambitions, the brilliant future in Art and all its phases that was so ibued in us when we entered Prat — certainly it is true that whether we surpass our fondest hopes and aspirations or have success in moderation — none of these things could have been accomplished without the friendly patient advice and guidance of our instructors. It is with nostalgia that we part today. Many of us will never meet again but we will never forget the years of our formation — when our talents were brought out, our errors corrected and our careers begun. In retrospect we will always be grateful for the opportunity we had at Pratt. 28

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— a, President WALTER CHANAS Secretary JAMES CROSSEN Treasurer ROBERT CARSTAIRS ARCHITECTURE IV LL too soon, these last four years will go down in history as the most important and influential in our young lives. People, places, happenings all move before our eyes in a kaleidoscopic panorama, havin been indelibly etched on our sensitive memories. R. ''Terrace with his eye-stinging plaid jacket, Adelman with his ‘'snoggog,'' and Crossen with beaming Irish smile. By and large, it is the most congenial and interesting group of men anywhere in Brooklyn. A polar expedition with them would never be dull. Puns and quips no end. . . . The many-sided mind of the architect quickly and adeptly sees the humorous side to any situation and lends a third dimensional charm to what might otherwise not live, but be merely functional. Speaking of function brings us to the most interesting and most debated problem of the entire four years. The Seniors with the exception of Steinert, who is the leading exponent of the contem- porary style, agree that modern architecture has a long way to go before it can be called truly functional and beautiful. Discussions on the matter were held in no quiet, dignified manner. Anyone and everyone join in and proceed to expound his convictions. As our parting shot, may we offer sincere thanks to the teachers of the past four years; did we enjoy them? Our only answer is Crossen's ‘why certainly.” SCHOOL OF FINE AND APPLIED ARTS President VIRGINIA DICKES FASHION ILLUSTRATION HIC, verve, style, and oomph! What's smart, and what isn't? Here's one for the book: we are not three but fifteen (count em smart girls.) Color, dash, quality, design all:tied up in a neat bundle of talent, beauty and personality. And if all this seems too modest, we coyly lower our eyes (shining eager, bright) and that we have had a pretty fine training (profes- sional, candid, constructive, superior) in a good school (the best), and we think (positive, convinced, certain) we are fitted for pro- fessional work (we'll lick the world). The year 1939 will long be remembered as the year the great comet came out of Brooklyn, via the Eighth Avenue Subway, to dazzle the world with its meteoric strength, drive, and punch. Not to be confused with the Martian Comet of the same year. This was THE comet . . . Fashion Ill. A bull's eye! 30