Buxton School - Yearbook (Williamstown, MA)

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Drama .reem.r to have a particularly great emotional appeal to people of high .rchool age. Thia' ir, we think, largely due to the fact that playing demandr a relea.re of the emotionwg they mu.rt be alwayf ready to he called up from their dormancy and to he put to u.re in the moot effective way po.r.ri- ble. In adoleacence feelingw are .ro Jtrong, and are often for thir rea.ron in- clined to be .fuhmergedforfear they may dzlrrupt the life of the per.ron who happenm to be the unlucky bearer of .fuch emotion.r. It .reemw a wonderful thing that at leiwt in afew .rchoolc it if po.r.rible to bring the.refeeling.f out into the open .ro that they may he recognized and appreczatedfor what they are without fear or uncertainty a.r to what the outcome of .ruch emoliono' might he. Thur .reeemw a very important, very nece.r.fa11y achievementfor any .rchool. Alma, for tho.re who dircover in them.relve.r a real intere.rt in the drama it if po.f.fible to become involved with the Adamo' Jlemorial Theatre, which ir at lVilliam.f College, and if one of the heel equipped theatrew in the country. W hen the play wad' over and the late afternoonm were free again .rludenlw could often be .reen going down to l7illiam.rlown. The town ha.r many thing.r to ojer, among them are it.r art, theatre, mu.ric, and lecture.r. T icketw to the college dramatic productionm are available to all the .rtudent.r. Their program hae included .ruch playa' aa Liliom, Pygmalion, Henry IV and many other.r. Concerto and dehatex have alma furthered our knowledge and undenrtanding of our lime. By now the .rchoot ill' no longer a dilrconnected group, but a unit that know.r itrelf and every part of the daily life that goew on. Winter come.r with it.r Jkating, Jkiing, Jledding, baaketlzall and jolly time.r, with ite' .mow lralljightr, and .rnow whovelling, and with the hard work that alwayw comew with the winter montha. T hir ilr al.ro the time of beautdul day.r when the world becomef .ro quiet that no one darew .rhatter it with a wound. To thilr atmo.rphere poetry lendr itfetf a.r an excellent meanw of welf- expremrion. SNOW I hear the silent thunder of it descending As in my own earth's breast. The trumpet elms in rows Shout miracles to the sky. - Mary Lathrop page twenty-three

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At Buxton the timid students, skilled or unskilled, join in all ac- tivities. The new students try new things, become somewhat proficient at them, and if they have the chance to use these or similar skills again a sense of confidence is there. Buxton gives the student a chance to try many new skills and to develop abilities which in a larger school he'd never have the chance to try, much less develop. Also the Buxton student has a chance to develop a rounded mind in a wide field and while doing so manages to apply himself to his studies in such a manner that a college acceptance is practically assured. l 1 lVl1en llze leavew begin lo lurn yellow and Ilze air lakem on a brzlrlc clzill in llze earlqjall monllw, and fhe people have grown lo know eaclz olher and fnd a place in llze group, llzen il i.r lhe cumlom eaclz year-for ll1e .rfudenlw and lhe jacully lo combine llzeir efforlw in .rome .rorl of crealive endeavor. Qf all llze man-made device.r lo bring people logellzer .rucce.rqfully, a play will1 il.r llzourrandm of inlricale parl.r lil' by all .rlandaratr lhe mom! gralilfzfing in llze end. Une of llze mo.rl inlerewling and maluring a.rpecl.f of fl!!-J' .rclmol Iii' il.r concenlralion on llze drama. Drama, by il.r nalure, demandm an ex- ceplional amounl of cooperalion and drive jrom boil: .rludenir and jacully, and llziw lzaw been achieved lo .fuclz a degree here llzal we lzave been able lo lake .ruch plalw a.r Berkeley Square, family Porlrailf' and Ilze JIad- woman ofCl1aillol on llze road. Tlzzir lam! cva.r given in five loevnw and cva.r very cvell received. page Iwenlg-Iwo

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COLD WINDS There's a cold wind blowing, child, lt's a harsh wind blowing, child, lt sweeps across all plains and its force Makes great trees bend. Under it a vast sea swells, Before it fly many storms. Feel it fan your cheek, child, it is cold is it not? You are frightened? Ah, but Hide your face not behind that rock, For above a great sun smiles And if the wind fails to conquer your spirit, If you can reach very high, A finger tip will touch a ray And then a warmth will fill your soul. Your eyes are bright, my little one, Reach out, reach higher, reach higher, But there's a cold wind blowing, child, Its a harsh wind blowing, child. -Elfzabeih Shulman IMMORTALITY The tragedy of death is meek And unsustained in the sweeping flow, That brings upon the mind The thought of death in death's self. To pass the mortal gate in conscious gaze And reflect to what end it seeks, Mortality becomes a thing of man, And death a single step ln soul's rebirth to life. A break prevails when conscious thoughts Relent to over tones of captured reach, And when this harmony in perfect stride Capitulates to mar unconscious hope, The will to look beyond is lost. A calm that's found beyond the eye, Is tempered only by the heart g If found this truth evolves in symmetry, Which passes past the real And locks itself, the soul, in greater light, In this rebirth of lifelessness to life. - Alzlron, Detnrau page lwenfytfaur