Buxton School - Yearbook (Williamstown, MA)

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There is a pasture, And in this pasture graze the wants, the desires, And the hopes of all men. The pasture is large g and has no wall, no gate, no line, no race, But has a sign . . . Associate! That is the rub, For when we choose to use that word We've drawn the line and cut the herd. . . m - Wlllza Horwill THE CROSS The sod, the ash, the mound, The long and level lines stretching, Stretching along the infinite path, and the steps Leaving just a single mark behind, Down one, down two, down one, Down, down, down, gone. Mark the place, Unearth the flowers else they wilt, Replant the grass And hope it rains. When the night grows cold Or the dust rises from the naked ground, With the wind a husky beggar at its side Sweeping away the only impression left, Run to your mothers. Make your homes and reap your fields, Teach your children your ethics, And tomorrow they will be the dust That with the wind sent you home today. Remember creation, And do not look over the hill to the level Where death has banished life, Else the cross, your cross, White, white, unstained by the blood That flows on other shores, Decay your heart too soon. f Alzlron De.r.rau page n inelecn

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FOG With satanic robes it seeks to veil the earth Gliding, sliding, Clinging, seeping life, color, into its vastness. A horn is sounded like the cry of a child lost in oblivion. But its density suffocates all sound. Beneath it water can only breathe gently, Hills must fade before it, Scent must bury itself within it. But sun may permeate, dissolve it, Until fog becomes mere wisps And life springs upward outward And laughs again. -Elizabeth Shulman Slipping away, away beyond the roofs of the hills, slipping through the trees, through the earth, and through all those intricacies that should serve to hold it, preserve it. The air becomes cold as it slips further away and again those very things, like the trees and the earth, begin to reflect the widened absence. The basis of progression and achievement now act as reflectors and destroyers where before, as though an inverted mountain were the scope and all views were focused outwardly, now the view is narrowed and the line of sight is surrounded and directed. Whereas before acceptance of reality was so natural that it became secondary to the intangible, now each object must have a logical ex- planation, and those divine things that are beyond explanation seem so often to fade. 4 - Thelma ddelman page cighlcen

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,F - . .. In lhejall, our ,rporl.r lime iw devoled lo Joccer. Everyone parfzczpalef and our aflernoomr are eifher .fpenl in praclzcing or playing game: wilh olher nearby .rchool,r. W e have our .rhare of wine and lo.f.fe.r, bu! we derive our real enjoymenlfrom gelfing logelher wilh lhe kidf of dzferenl .rchoolm and playing lo lhe be.rI of our abilizfy. Unlike lhe Jpring, wifh il.r lennzlr, ba.reball, lrack and Jwimming, lhe valuew gained ,from our .fall program cenier around leam play and cooperafion and friendl If compelifion. fllwo in lhefall came our jfrwl mounlain climb, which wa.r .ruggemled al brealqfawl by one of lhe leacherw. Clawew were cancelled, .randwzchef were hawlily made, and lhe whole .fchool hiked up Greylock Ilouniain. A few dayw laler came alumni weekend, which wad' of greal inlerewl lo everyone and parlibularffy lo fhe people who had been al ihe .rchool during paw! year.r. Thilr wa.r lhe firwl lime lhe graduaz'e.r had come back a.r a unil. If wa.rfa.rcinaling io walch ilze eye.r of ihe newer .rludenz'.r, lheirfriend.r, and fhe old limer.r all uniling in reminilrcing. T he alumni compared nolea' on whalBuxlon had meanl io lhem during lhe year.r .rince lhey had gradualed. Excerpla' from wha! .rome of fhem wrolefollow. page lwenly