Rogers Hall School - Splinters Yearbook (Lowell, MA)

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Hurrying steps on the pavement Secure ladies in dress shops . Busy men with umbrellas Hopeful faces of fruit vendors And the cars whiz by- 'X Xt .T X on WORLD i t io X Eyes straight ahead-faces with a purpose Dodging, pushing-can't be late Relishing windows, sweeping sidewalks Rush and work--money and success And the children laugh- Horns honking, brakes screeching Old women crossing street Vagrants in doorways--eyes alert Impatient men, radios blaring And destruction so near. JULIE VAUG HAN, 59 ruuul' FDU UU UUU UU uv UF Uuvfuu , R Q 5 U

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This was the first of many mornings .Ioan went in to wake Tina. Her love for the little girl grew until finally she could hardly bare to look into Tina's expressionless eyes. Joan's love and pity were so deep that one day she asked Doctor Phillips if she could talk to him. I know how you feel Joanf' Doctor Phillips said, 'fbut I don't know what I can say to you. But she hasnit even smiled, Doctorg not once has she said a word, .Ioan replied, her eyes filling with tears. NI think it would be best if you had a vacation, Joan, suggested Doc- tor Phillips, it would take your mind off Tina and maybe she will have improved when you come back? ' Taking Doctor Phillips' advice .Ioan went on a vacation. Hardly a day passed as she was lying on the sun-drenched beach that she didn't think of Tina. Finally her vacation was over and she was back in her apartment thinking about whether or not she could stand walking into the room and waiting in vain for some sign of recognition from the little girl she had grown to love so much. Before she went to Tina's room Joan went to see Doctor Phillips. 'Tm sorry, Joan, but we haven't made any progress and being honest with you, Tina is much worse. She won't eat and will not sleep without sedativesf' .Ioan hesitated, her hand shook as she placed it on the door knob. She opened the door softly. Tina was awake and staring at the ceiling. As Joan walked across the room sl1e thought the child was listening but sl1e couldn't be sure. Hello, Tinaj' she said hesitantly. Slowly the child's face broke into a smile. I thought you had left mej, she said. Joan sank down beside Tina and gathered the child in her arms. Tears of happiness streamed down her cheeks as the little arms tightened around her neck. MARILYN COSMAN, '59

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K N ii is 1 . . M 5 ' - 3 it-9 www A - M ,J s C it ' i Xi A V I ' ' gin 515, , 5 S N Q., ' V x, -is ,nr 5 , Qi.. Q X xx THE AVENUE Time marches on and takes with it monuments of eras once loved and cherished. How often do we fi11d ourselves referring to the good old days and the memory of a shaded la11e, a familiar face, or a first love. Some such memories survive the trials of the troubled years but most, sooner or later, succumb to 111ake room for the new. There is one place I can recall that was a city's showcase, East Ave- nue in Rochester, New York. It was on this elm-canopied street that George Eastman and many other old families of the city had huilt lovely ivy-covered homes interwoven with St. Paulis and other stately churches, the headstones of a peace that had prevailed on the avenue. East Avenue represented what the thriving metropolis of Rochester, although busy alld progressive, wanted to show it still possessedaeeheauty and dignity. But a drive down that avenue today reveals lots standing empty in mockery of the homes that once stood there. Neglect? No. Progress? VVho can say, hut there will be other East Avenues to take its place. JEAN LINDSAY, '60