Buxton School - Yearbook (Williamstown, MA)

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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

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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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AGAINST THE SKY Big boned pine trees laden down with snow Snow closes 'round the bushes but the berries still show. Mountains can't be seen save an outline in the sky Fading, fading, fading as the hours go by. Snow piling deeper on the stained grass ground Flurries in the sky flying down, around Patches of the dark earth still show through Leaving more work for the wind to do. Dark earth can't resist being covered by white lt's a good long rest having a five month night. Dark man's been resting a century or so And the wind has just begun to push away the snow. Strong black arms can be seen against the sky Bigger, bigger, bigger as the years go by. White men getting smarter to the strong winds blow Black men getting wiser as the space begins to grow. The last green leaves drop quickly to the ground They fall upon the rising snow and make a silent sound. The snow falls between the wisps of uncut hay And the sweet wind's blow seems to show the snow the way Big boned pine tree laden down with snow Snow closes 'round the bushes but the berries still show. Mountains can't be seen save an outline in the sky. Fading, fading, fading as the hours go by. - Thelma dflelman page lwcnlyzfivc