National Geographic : 1952 Dec
782 La Jolla Beach and Tennis Club Diners in the Wave-battered Marine Room Feel They Are in an Aquarium Looking Out Tempered glass three-quarters of an inch thick forms these windows in the Beach and Tennis Club, but nothing can shut out the sea's angry winter roar. Sometimes by night hundreds of spawning grunion dance in the surf as searchlights illuminate their silvery sides (page 781). galleries where exquisitely lighted traveling shows from other museums all over the coun try are displayed. A special room is set aside for the world famous Eugene Meyer assemblage of oriental art, the Center's most important collection. An adaptable auditorium regularly offers art films, lectures, and music. "There is one drawback," said Miss Freda Klapp, executive director. "After I have ex hausted myself hanging a new show, some visitor will airily wave a hand toward the outside panorama of sea and mountains and say, 'Of course your most beautiful exhibition is right out the window!'" Youngsters begin flocking to the Art Center at the age of six to commence their lessons in art appreciation. Miss Klapp starts them off with a study of "Children in Painting" by the great masters. A teacher at the Art Center is Donal Hord, noted sculptor, who works freehand in any medium (page 777). At his home studio we stood captivated before a Hord work of art in precious apple-green jade. Twenty-one inches in height, it weighs 160 pounds and represents a Chinese princess and concubine of the Tang dynasty. Memories of Many Facets Our La Jolla summer ended in the brisk air of golden September, and we prepared to return to Washington. Reluctantly we gathered up precious shells and specimen rocks culled from shore and peak, pages of pressed seaweed fronds, and Niki's and Blake's tempera seascapes. There were good sights and sounds and fragrances we could not pack-a sandpiper tracking across the deserted Cove at sundown; breakers crashing over submerged crags and water-tumbled rocks; the pungent aroma of the eucalyptus trees at the post office that perfume the city for blocks. We managed to bring all these treasures back with us, anyway; not in suitcases but in memories. The Clarks are unanimous that La Jolla, The Jewel, is properly named. Its many facets illuminate not only a priceless site but a glowing way of life.