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’eNeath Southern Skies

HE San Diego Academy of Fine Arts is in Balboa Park, one of the most ex-

quisite spots of the world. Its building of Spanish Renaissance, and the

glorius gardens and architectural beauties surrounding it, prove an endless
source of inspiration to the artist. “Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
a sight so touching in its majesty.” A variety of subjects within an accessable
radius to the Art School made it a veritable paradise for sketchers and our lives
were full of interest.

I remember an incident that happened in one of our sketching classes which
amused us very much. We had sat all day on a little float at the waterfront. The
owner had been very kind in telling us to “take all the pictures you want,” so at the
end of the day we showed him our efforts: He looked at them for a long time as
if weighing their merits, then said: ‘They look pretty queer up close, but if you
stand back 50 or 75 ft. they don’t look so bad.” So much for Impressionism! ! !

M. A. Wittiams.

Epitaphs. or, The Good Die Young,

Here, greatly mourned,
Lies Dorothy Clime,

A little Art stude;

Who was always on time.

Here lie the bones,

Of dear little Fred,
Who never was late,
We're sorry he’s dead.

Up with the angels
Flies Margaret, dear,
Who paid for her paper
While she was here.

E. M. Moore.
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Inoutsitive—Rather futuristic, isn’t it?

ScuLpror—So far in the future I don’t know what it is.

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‘TEACHER—Order !

STUDENT (IN BACK OF Room )—Ham and eggs.