Word: pinks
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Typical of the May Day spirit is the scientific dissection of that anigmatic animal, the parlor pink, with an explanation of how he happened to get into the parlor in the first place. "Publish of Perish" shouts forth from the Elliothousetope the atrocitties practiced upon the HArvard faculty in a bit of muckraking of which Upton Sinclair himself could be proud. Not even the short stories have been allowed to slip into a flaccid groove, as so many of the capitalistic short stories have the habit of doing. One tale of a Kansas kindergarten teacher who loses a first-class...
...occasion, the May-Day issue of the Harvard Advocate will appear officially tomorrow. In celebration of the day, sacred to all Communists, and to all who eagerly eye the approach of summer's balmy breezes, the feature article of the issue is "So You're a Parlor Pink" by Julian S. Bach, Jr. '36. Continuing the seasonal trend is an article by David H. Kimball '38, and Norman W. Johnson '38, on "Propaganda and Soviet Literature...
...years ago as an art student in Pans Grant Wood affected a flaming pair of pink whiskers and a béret basque. As the Rembrandt of Iowa and Director of the Stone City art colony, Artist Wood now works in blue denim overalls...
Grant Wood made a little water color of a spray of green currants of which he is extremely proud. It was painted in what he now realizes is his natural style, hard, exact, brittle. The currants were on view last week together with a number of pictures from the pink-whisker period of Artist Wood's career-impressionist landscapes, views of Paris, Italian farmyards. Most of these early Wood canvases have found their way into the collection of David Turner of Cedar Rapids, Iowa...
...trips to Europe saw a grimy, meticulous little man painstakingly copying a 15th-Century panel with layer upon layer of tempera glaze. Wood realized that that was the way he should paint the U. S. scene. Back to Cedar Rapids he went, shaved off his pink whiskers, settled down to being the Breughel of the Com Belt among the dentists, butchers, farmers and shopkeepers with whom he was brought...