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various branches of art, and students have been able to avail them-
selves of more than one division of the training, if they so wished.

Mr. Varley had charge of the advanced students in Life drawing—
Mr. MacGregor, the first year class—Mr. MacDonald, the design classes,
and Mr. King, the commercial art class. A class in architecture, a new
addition to the course, was instructed by Mr. Twizell.

As is to be expected, the term was somewhat lacking in social activities,
due to the limited time at the disposal of the students. We have, how-
ever, made many new friends, and | hope that next year we will be able
to organize a social club. In this way we might take full advantage of
outdoor sketching, etc., even after the school term has ended.

The work, of necessity, has been limited, but notwithstanding this,
we feel that the most has been made of the term, and that one step—
to many, the first—has been made toward our careers in our respective
artistic endeavors.

“Do you ever paint on an empty stomach?”

Ht | “No, madam, | am an artist, not a tattooer.”
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First Artist: “I notice that Vandyke Brown has given up landscape
‘painting. How’s that?’

Second Ditto: “He can’t get out of his studio to do any sketching.
There’s always a string of creditors lying in wait for him.”

“What is that scratchy-looking thing over there?”
“Oh, that’s what they call an itching.”

l | Sitter: “Well, does it look like me yet?”
a Peter M.: “Oh, I’ve got long past that stage by now!”

Ht || “What do you think of the Museum of Art?”
aa “Oh, the pictures are good enough, but there ain’t no good jokes in
Hh || under them.”