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THE
current magazines are publishing the products of an
alleged new school of painting, followers of which
are referred to as futurists. These artists attempt
to depict on canvas the most salient and apparent
features of a particular event much after the
manner of the expert writer of description, leaving
details to the imagination entirely. Thus one of
them, were he to paint a picture of the junior Prom
of 1912, would paint a gaudy, incongruous and
apparently meaningless canvasful of lovely eyes,
swaying forms, fluffy hair, lavish gowns, the
sparkles from many a gorgeous gem and the laughter
on many parted lips, and over all he would throw a
soft haze to represent the strains of an orchestra
playing divinely, and it may well be that he would
thus portray a picture far more satisfying to the
memory of one who was there, than is possible to
the camerist who depicts every detail. Certain it
is, that never was there a more fit subject for the
"futurist" than this Prom. The pen is powerless to
describe it. The mind is equally incapacitated,
being too full of the most exquisite impressions to
be able to retain the details of the evening. Thus
the picture that is thrown by memory's calcium
light upon the screen of recollection is distinctly
of the "futurist" type. Here we see a soft white
arm, or a daintily curving ankle. Close at hand is
one eye of sweetest blue, and scarcely removed from
it another -- but this one of the softest brown. A
fluff of bronze hair and a mass of brown mingle
strangely in another part of the picture, and the
whole is
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filled in with a kaleidoscopic phantasmagoria of
lips, parted in laughter or trembling in whispers;
lithe forms swaying joyously with the music, tiny
shoes, silken ankles, and the endless monotony of
conventional black backs of the men. But even the
wide range of impressions permitted to the futurist
and his pictures will not fully describe the event.
What canvas is there that can convey the accent of
Her voice, or the thousand meanings of Her eyes,
which, after all, make up by far the larger portion
of the impressions of the Prom? These alone
differentiate it from all other dances. At any
dance good music, pretty girls and the same floor
may be found, but only at the Prom do we enjoy the
music, the pretty girls, and the floor.
It is thus that we would describe
the junior of 1912. Realizing, however, that there
be those who may read this to whom the "futurist"
idea is a myth, we will say that the Junior Prom
was some dance. It was given at the Lincoln Hotel
on or about the last of March under the auspices of
Mr. Arthur May and other gentlemen and ladies
comprising the usual committee. The floor was fine,
and not too badly crowded. Eddie Walt was in an
excellent mood, and his music corresponded. There
was n't a homely girl in the room at any time
during the evening, and we think at that ours was
the prettiest, and know she was the best
dancer.
Yea, Bo, that was some
fandango.
N. B. The reader will note that
the last paragraph hereof is not indited in the
"futurist" phraseology.
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THE
Iron Sphinx Formal is considered by those who are
fortunate enough to attend to be one of the
classiest dances of the year. It is one dance that
is not crowded, and this in itself is a guarantee
of a good time. This year about fifty-five active
and alumnae Iron Sphinxes and their fair ones
gathered at the Lincoln for this stellar dance.
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The program covers were of black leather set off
by a Sphinx in gold, a pretty combination which
made its mark-on the white glove,. Brother Herbert
Bushnell was chairman and Brother Glen Whitcombe
was leader of the parade. When the Sphinxes started
this event they started history.
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