Rogers Hall School - Splinters Yearbook (Lowell, MA)

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FACET OF LIFE In life exists no true serenity. But in a dew-clothed field, you say. Where cool breeze and uninvited bird disturb In life exists no true serenity. Serenity is death. DIANE DUBRULE, '60 SMOKE Smoke billows from a lonely stack- Rushes out with great vigor- Deviates, wavers in the winds, Mollifying winds-yet harsh. Vitality broken, billows disperse. Smoke looms over the city still. But with the advent of darkness, Away it creeps-away, away, away- DIANE DUBRULE, '60

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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

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BIOLOGY Being a veteran of Latin, ancient history and geometry, I feel well qualified to discuss the subject of biology, the horror of every Junior or Senior who comes within its grasp. The only thing worse than biology is chemistry, biology's friend and cohort, which, I am sure, everyone who has come in contact with would like to turn the tables on and make Mr. Testubes and Chemicals explode into thin air. The most discouraging part of the whole deal is tl1e book. There, leering at you from his position on the cover, is a giant turtle with a tad- pole locked in his jaws. And the more you look at Mr. T., the more you realize that you are the one that is feeling the wrath of his bicuspids. If you make tl1e fatal mistake of opening the book, you are sunk, for you will be haunted by everything from Anthropoids to Zygaspores. You think you are in for an easy time when, in the first two or three chapters, you see the little bunnies and chipmunks. But soon you see the skunk and then the s11ake, and finally into the microscopic world of amebas and parameciums. Before a month is up you find out bacteria and algae are used in ice cream and that when you eat a piece of toast, you are really eating fibro- vascular bundles by the thousands, which is enough to make anyone de- mand a chemical analysis of everything he dissolves with his saliva en- zymes. At this stage of the ga111e your whole vocabulary centers around the life functions of a green cell and the microscopic animal chart, which at times provides the perfect word for an euglena of an assignment or a nyctotherus of a sister. Witli every page you turn you realize that you are falling into an abyss as endless as time since every day new animals are being discovered from the depths of your fingernail or your dog's fur. Furthermore, there comes a time when you have biology so much on the brain that when you are in- vited to a dance, you spend the entire evening admiring the beautiful stigma and adorable figure of tl1e stamen in the flowers you are wearing. Once you start working on the higher animals, you wish you were an ameba to escape the pulling out of the three foot intestine of the frog or the eyeball of a fish. As for the two-hundred six bones of the body, by the time you have learned them, you disbclieve there are only that many and start counting which can cause a panic when you find only two- hundred four, but fortunately at the last minute you remember the two floating ribs and all are there for the time being. All in all you have wonderful memories from lab periods and I am positive no biology student can ever forget trying to draw the monocot and finally, in desperation, giving up and drawing a c1own's face or in the case of the verticil using a jack-in-the-box for a model. NANCY FISKE, '59