University of Washington - Tyee Yearbook (Seattle, WA)

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Fine Arts Festival: Bewilderment and Awe The Fine Arts Festival generates color and controversy on campus each spring. One architecture student erects his win- ing design for an art pavilion. The uni- versity artist emerges from his haven deep within the art building and reveals his work to the campus. There are crowds, discussion, and then it ' s iver for another year. The line , ' rts Festival for 1465 was horn out of Rich CardwclTs architcc- tiiral design and the creativity of many campus artists. It was planned carefully, lovingly. The erection of the pavilion attracted many sidewalk superintend- ents. Then artists hung their best works, a fountain was installed at the entrance and it was ready for viewing. The pavilion attracted spectators who paused to contemplate the why and the what. It drew criticisms and fiery rebut- tals . . . What is art? Who has the right to criticize? . . . Many people pondered over the paintings. Some laughed, some appreciated, and some went away still wondering.

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Mcany Hall — a Landmark, a Memory Meany was once a familiar structure, a landmark that meant sdmething to the world beyond the L ' ni ersity. Now it is gone. Time moves on. inipro enients are made. Mean hall is renicnihcrcd and missed. Remembered for crowded classes, echo- ing concerts, trilling arias, clapping hands. Remembered for the eager au- diences, appreciated by politicians, en- tertainers and students themselves. Re- membered on rain days as a good place to sleep through lectures. Mean is missed because its cavernous auditorium is badly needed. In its place today is a playficld. The only sounds coming from the Mean site now are yells from fixitball players, the rain against the pavement, and an occa- sional, I remember in 1926 when Meany was packed ... Built as a temporary structure for the 1909 A-Y-P Exposition, Meany managed to serve for 56 years as one of Seattle ' s cultural centers. It is sad to realize that the only thing of value in the building when it was torn down were a few paintings, some light fixtures and a lot of memories.