Rochester Institute of Technology - Techmila / Ramikin Yearbook (Rochester, NY)

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Ralph Avery Charles Horn Milton Bond Marjorie Lapp Fletcher Carpenter Ailing Clements Elizabeth Mesmer Jacqueline O’Connell Sylvia Davis Harold Richardson Ruth Gutfrueht Stanley Witmeyer We remember how patiently Miss Rau waits for our at- tention in department center before she reads the Quotation for the day, Tony smiles and adjusts another catastrophe, a ripped shade or a blackened lightbulb, and then returns to his growing pile of “lost and found,” Mr. Ulp peers at us as we tear over to the dorm during class time for mail, Mr. Witmeyer's effervescent, “Let's go gang!” stirs us to a fury of freshman creativity, Mr. Clements’ emphatic “DO” and “Skull Club” animate his drawing and anatomy classes. We are students armed w ith paper or canvas stretched on a frame, with brushes and pens, with paints and paint cans. We are Freshmen who envy aloof Juniors and Seniors when they wear paint be medaled smocks, shirts, and dungarees. We are Juniors, still choosing between design or illus- tration courses, sometimes getting discouraged, but still working hard. Wre are Seniors, the days of school almost over, the future that was planned for now almost here. Together we are art students with centuries of art behind us and progress in our future. Interior decoration floor plans Criticism during a break Seventeen

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Clifford M. Ulp Frieda S. Rau Figure painting in oils We peer at slides through tired Monday morning eyes in a darkened History of Art class, sit up ’til midnight, finishing a design plate only to find that we have just spilled water on the tempera background, rush madly to fill up sketch books the evening before they are due, gaze in awe at the current art exhibit, wondering if we will do that some day. We wait with tense expectation on the first day we draw from a live model, patiently shape a ceramic pot on the wheel and watch de- jectedly as our creation flops and collapses into a formless mass of clay, sizzle with pride when our work is in a student exhibition. We know the sharp odor of oil paint and turpentine, the weary design class plodding home after a trip to the museum, our complete density on color theory, wondering if that guy Munsell understood it himself, the friendly controversies that give us a chance to sound off about modern and traditional forms of art. We struggle with jars, pots, baskets and drapes trying to compose a set-up that satisfies everyone, juggle ruler, T-square, triangle, and drawing board, turning out complicated perspective drawings, fuss and fidget as our lettering masterpiece goes under the scrutinizing eyes of our instructor, impatiently wait for the locked door down in the basement to be opened and reveal our latest ceramic marvels. Trimming a pot in the jigger Sixteen

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CHEMISTRY