Westfield State University - Tekoa Yearbook (Westfield, MA)

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Hansel and Gretl Previously known as the Tekoa Theatre, Piaggi ' s Chil- dren ' s Theatre became an official club under Student Senate in the Spring of 72. Its first slate of officers included Lois Romano (Pres.), Paul Hammond (V.P.), Cathy Congdon (Sec), and Sue Gay lord (Treas.). This fall, the Club put on its second production, Hansel and Gretl, under the direction of Ron White. In the title roles, Mike Bartini and Debbie Dow displayed their tal- ents, strongly supported by the performances of the rest of the cast. Also worthy of mention: the set, designed by Ron White, and the costumes, designed by Lois Romano. In the coming year, the Club hopes to continue producing performances to the delight of not only those age twelve and under, but also all those people who consider them- selves to be young at heart . THIS PAGE: (TOP) Diane Costin, portraying one of Hansel and Gretl ' s playmates. (BOTTOM RIGHT) Everybody smile! OPPOSITE PAGE: (TOP) It ' s not nice to fool Mother Nature! 150

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r With the coming of another dawn of solitude Eyes burning at the lack of your warmth I roll out of death back into the world A cruel ringing pounds against my mind Trying to wake my long forgotten sanity One stops the ringing with an index finger If I could simply smash the clock. The coldness of a morning floor tingles a semblance of feeling through the head that never sleeps You think too much and yet never enough — Make it to the room where the man in the glass will gaze a t you Scrape the face, kill the animal Pick out the curls, tame the beast The tie, the noose, now tightened A white shirt and suit upon the back of a new man ' Betrayed again by daylight — I move out again. I do not trust the man I become The animal of my dreams is the real me A tosseled head of twisted tangled snakes more suits my self-image. The liar emerges into a day of work and play but never sleeps When night comes dark circles will surround me The circles will carry me back to my coffin, my cage, my death, my peace, my dreams. Where are you in this over-magnified separation? The dreams my night hold hold you against my side The careless toss of your laughing hair — another night One more escape, just for the books just for the peace of mind — IlackW The heeds Ilapf That you ilack I lack that our last canceler of sleep I miss that final substitute for dreams . . . I need the clearly determined alternative that lays against your thighs That weighs your touch with a waking love. J. Lavoie ■ ; 152 S. Moreau