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Twentieth Century Painting Exhibition to Unfold Sunday
The KU Museum of Art is rehanging itself.
Museum officials yesterday began to take down paintings on all three floors, camouflage existing showcases, and remove entire walls to prepare for the opening of the museum's most extensive exhibition of its 1962-63 season.
THE EXHIBITION, Twentieth Century Painting, will open with a reception from 2 to 5 p.m. Sunday March 3 and will run until April 15.
Twentieth Century Painting includes 68 paintings from the University of Arizona Collection of Contemporary Painting.
ALSO. A NEW GALLERY room will be opened for the exhibition. After the closing of the exhibition, the room will be used for KU's own twentieth century paintings and will be known as the Gallery of Modern Art.
These paintings which range in size from eight by 10 inches to 90 by 60 inches have necessitated the use of space on the three floors of the museum.
"This exhibition is designed to attempt to give an insight into today's
painting," said Gerald Bernstein curator of the Art Museum and instructor of art history.
With the exception of Cubism, all major international trends in twentieth century art are represented: Expressionism, Geometric Abstraction, Surrealism, Abstract Expressionism, and the "Dip School."
THE EXHIBIT ALSO includes American "movements" and "schools." For example, there are works by "regionalists" such as John Stewart Curry and various
works of the "Ash Can School."
These diverse trends are represented, not by minor figures, but by the major artists of the period.
Tuesday, Feb. 26, 1963 University Daily Kansar
The Twentieth Century Painting includes works by such Europeans as Anna Bonetti, Bernard Buffet, Ernst Kirchner, Paul Klee, Joan Miro, Emil Nolde, Max Pechenstein, Odilon Redon, and Yves Tanguy.
American artists include Larry Rivers, Mark Rothko, Jack Levine, Ben Shahn, Jackson Pollock, Willem de Kooning, Morris Graves, Reginald Marsh, and Edward Hopper.
Muslim Society Celebrates 'Id'
Muslim students at KU celebrated Id, the fast breaking festival, last Sunday.
Muslims were observing since Jan. 26, the sacred month of Ramadan, in recognition of the revelation to Prophet Muhammed of the Holy Koran about 610 A.D.
Devout Muslims fast from dawn till dusk for the entire month, and do not eat, dring, or smoke.
Members of the KU Muslim Society gathered at 7:30 a.m. Sunday
for prayer at the School of Religion. More than 25 students attended the prayer.
The Muslim Club had a dinner party at 1222 Mississippi in the evening which was attended by more than 60 Muslims. Dr. and Mrs. Clifford Ketzel provided dessert in the dinner. Dr. Ketzel is an associate professor of political science.
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THE CURSE OF THE CAMPUS: NO.2
(Contrary to popular belief, Harvard was not the first. Mr. Goodpimple started his institution some 75 years earlier. And quite an institution it was, let me tell you! Mr. Goodpimple built schools of liberal arts, fine arts, dentistry, and tanning. He built a lacrosse stadium that seated 102,000. Everywhere on campus was emblazoned the stirring Latin motto CAVE MUSSI—"Watch out for moose." The student union contained a bowling alley, a clock, and a 16-chair barber shop.
As was pointed out last week, one would think that with all the progress we have made in the education game, something might have been done by now about roommates. But no. The roommate picture has not brightened one bit since Ethan Goodpimple founded the first American college.
It was this last feature—the barber shop—that, alas, brought Mr. Goodpimple's college to an early end. The student body, being drawn from the nearby countryside, was composed chiefly of Pequots and Iroquois who, alas, had no need of a barber shop. They braid their hair instead of cutting it, and as for shaving, they don't. The barber, Tremblatt Follick by name, grew so depressed staring all the time at 16 empty chairs that one day his mind finally gave way. Seizing his vibrator, he ran outside and shook the entire campus till it crumbed to dust. This later became known as Pickett's Charge.)
But I digress. We were discussing ways for you and your roommate to stop hating each other. This is admitted difficult but not impossible if you will both bend a bit, give a little.
I remember, for example, my own college days (Berliitz, '08). My roommate was, I think you will allow, even less agreeable than most. He was a Tibetan named Ringading whose native customs, while indisputably colorful, were not entirely endearing. Mark you, I didn't mind so much the gong he struck on the hour or the string of firecrackers he set off on the half-hour. I didn't even mind his singing chicken feathers every dusk and daybreak. What I did mind was that he snaked them.
To be fair, he was not totally taken with some of my habits either—especially my hobby of collecting water. I had no jaws at the time and just had to stack the water any-old-where.
Well sir, things grew steadily cooler between Ringading and me, and they might have gotten actually ugly had we not each happened to receive a package from home one day. Ringading opened his package, paused, smiled shyly at me, and offered me a gift.
"Thank you," I said. "What is it?"
"Yak butter," he said. "You pnt it in your hair. In Tibetan we call it gree see kidsuff."
"Well now, that's mighty friendly," I said and offered him a gift from my package. "Now you must have one of mine."
"Thank you," he said. "What is this called?"
"Marlboro Cigarettes," I said and held a match for him.
He puffed. "Wow!" he said. "This sure beats chicken feathers!" "Or anything else you could name," I said, lighting my own Martboro.
And as we sat together and enjoyed that fine flavorful Marlboro tobacco, that pure white Marlboro filter, a glow of good fellowship came over us—a serene conviction that no quarrels exist between men that will not yield to the warmth of honest good will. I am proud to say that Ringading and I remain friends to this day, and we exchange cards each Christmas and each Fourth of July, firecrackers. © 1983 Max Sullman
Wherever you or your roommate may be—on any campus in any city, town, or hamlet in any state of the Union—you will find Marlboros at your favorite tobacco counter—soft pack or flip top box.