Brimmer and May School - Yearbook (Chestnut Hill, MA)

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THE MINDIS OWN RIGHT The bars made shadows across the orange and yellow spotted mass of nine-by-nine carpet. The walls were covered with a faded Victo- rian wallpaper. In the center of the back wall was a framed embroi- dery, reading itHome Sweet Home? There was a cushion in the corner; other than that, the room was bare of furniture. This room seemed to exist in no definite space: a Hoor and a ceiling, but nothing above or below them. In fact, although one wall was not a real one, it seemed to contain her. Her view through the opening was limited to a few yards only. iiHerii was a girl of about hfteen. She stood passively inside the room, apparently wanting to go out, yet she did not clutch the bars of the partial wall. She appeared to need understanding and expected someone to approach her. Someone did; it was a shadow, but it had a stern look. It carried a newspaper and walked up and down in front'of the room. periodi- cally giving orders; then passed out of sight. The girl silently hated this figure. Next, another shadow, looking like the girl, threw money and food at her. Silently, she pleaded with it to no avail. Still another appeared, this time one with four legs. It jumped up and down, licked the girPs face, then vanishcd-a figure which the captive wanted to hug. Last came a group of shadows who danced and played games, then disappeared. Upon seeing this group, the girl went into hysterical and convulsive crying. She shouted out various names, but no one responded. Suddenly, all the hgures began to rotate in front of her. The girl rushed to the bars and screamed at the first shadow. Again came the shadow which threw money and food; she subdued her crying to a lament, but the shadow passed on. The four-legged figure reappeared, tossing a rag. She reached out, and for half a second, the form seemed to respondabut no, it played on. The girl cried pathetically, but none of the revolving shadows seemed to notice her frantic gestures. 3k at! :1: Dawn came; the girl seemed to remember something. iiOh, yesa that, she thought with loathing. She quickly slipped into slacks and a sweater, quietly descended the seemingly endless stairs, and with- out looking back. she walked out. Rebbeca Miller, 68 Crabs, seeking solitude In forgotten footprints of sand, Desolate, searching, pondering, Oblivious to all. A lone seagull mourns Over a crippled sandollar. High above, a god , Peeks through a cloud, Laughing at, mocking Neptune,s lost children. . Elinor Burnham, ,68