Rhode Island School of Design - Portfolio Yearbook (Providence, RI)

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MILDRED (Millie) WOODROW Art Education Department T eacher-training is her concern Five long years she’s here to learn. Side-line hobby, don’t you know? Blouses, dresses; can she sew! As for finding ticklish situations, She’s in one on every occasion. That’s Blackboard-drawing Millie of Art Education! BG? Music and words by WILLIAM SMALLEY and PETER USTAS Oh, gather here, oh, gather now, School of Design, let’s sing. It takes a chorus of old friends To make the echoes ring. Oh, gather boys, oh, gather girls, Come join our song of praise, For singing brings nostalgia That will linger all our days. Blend your voices, sing of days At our School of Design, Melody of joys and hopes And friends of Auld Lang Syne. The years will pass and we may find When we review the past, That fast and clear within our minds, These years at school will last.

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RHODA FRANKLIN TRUMBULL Textile Department “Tobacco Rhoda” — Known for her Captain hus- band, handmade jewelry, green eyes, 1932 LaSalle called Bessie — Buries herself down in the Textile Design lab daily, but to worthy avail! Always knitting “little things” for friends, but one day she'll fool us! Rhoda, not an- other gardenia corsage! CHARLOTTE WILLIAMS Costume Department Politeness costs nothing and gains everything. Turns out costumes created by a designer’s heart, mind, and hands. Aspires to play the role of a New York designer. Worries over the entire costume department, helping people along, and usually ends up doing the work herself. Ho hum, serves her right for being so energetic. DORIS (Dot) WALKER Uses her Maine lingo to advantage in letting loose that witty tongue. Dot’s styling trademark is ruffles-and-frills — Waiting for commencement so that she and Charlie can plan a July wedding. Adores being called ‘Dorothy’. The elusive type — Passion for purple — Costume Department MARJORIE WING The little bug. “Did you say Hyannis?” she spends her nights in the Interior Design Studio, so Interior Architecture Department We suspect seldom is she seen away from her desk. Knows someone in every town you mention — A few more trips to Pink- ham Notch and she'll have a part ownership in the place! Small, blonde—

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onion CLASS HISTORY SENIOR CLASS OFFICERS Presigént =e ee 2 8 eee DET YSHIPPpES Secretary-l reasurer . “. . Os... . | DORIS WALKER “PROVIDENCE, PROVIDENCE Next!” yelled the conductor in a nasal twang, and Nancy jumped from her chair and rushed down the aisle, hardly discernable in the midst of her luggage. Stepping cautiously from the train, she was met by several dormitory girls who introduced themselves and rushed her up miles of hills to her dormitory. Meeting her room mate, Freshman registration and getting settled made the weeks fly by. Electing class officers and representatives to the Student Council, the Freshman tea, Canteen dances and the Prom at the Biltmore passed the year along .. . and then it was time to pack for the summer. One whole year of college was behind. Fall rolled around as usual in ’43 and Nancy saw many different faces in this year’s smaller class. The war acceleration program had advanced some students through the summer and held others back. Study and more study comprised almost the whole curriculum. The Sophomore year blended into the Junior year with the important decision of choosing class rings. A most revealing play on dormitory life by Philip Barry was pre- sented in the auditorium . . . with several of the Juniors taking bows in the spot light. The big sophomore Sno Spree with the crowning of Pat Walker as Snow Queen, swim- ming and camera clubs, assemblies, canteen dances and War Bond drives all played the important role of ‘extra curricular’. Senior year is here already! There’s so much to be done; the Senior Prom to plan, the yearbook to assemble, jobs in the cruel world to be considered, and of course, that wonderful little thesis to sweat and groan over. Then there are final exams, marching rehearsals, graduation invitations, marching rehearsals, the senior tea, marching rehears- als, so much packing, and oh yes, marching rehearsals. . . College is over, Nancy ... the world of design beckons to you to make your all- important place. Here’s luck to you... the Class of 1946. Doris WALKER