Buxton School - Yearbook (Williamstown, MA)

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I have sinned And I have sinned directly and indirectly And I have sinned the worst of all sins. I have compelled those who wish not to sin Into sin. The product of a so-called society Wlhich I, myself, have created. According to a code of laws Of an unknown something, And that is a sin For I have created and I have sinned out of nothing. And that too is a sin. I am the lover but not the loved The individual but yet the masses, The sinner, and the sinned. - lfylllfam Horwlll dfler walking and running in ll11'.r cold and flftldfllliul almo.rpl1ere llzere fir a plaee wlzere we are alwagx welcome. Ylzere in ll1e preerence of llze lclnd of people wlzo we know are nzore llzan Wl..f6 and more llzan wonderful we can .wp a lzol cup of eqfee. flnd ll IIJ' nalural llzal in a eommunllu Juelz am lluir llzere .rlzould lze ll1e.re people: llze gardener and lnir wlfe. I lze gardener wlzo lm .ro muelz more llzan jaw! a gardener f he lil' a doclor, a mlalefman, and a man ,ro wzlre llzal ll IIA' a pllu llzal llze world eannol paufe-for a momenl I0 lzlrlen lo l11'.r pl11'lo.ropl1-y. Here zlr llze l1ou.re wlzere you can .ffl down and lell all your .recrel llzouglzlm lo lz1'.r wlle and lo lzlnz and lzlrlen lo all llzelr wzirdom llzal gearir of experience lzave lauglzl llzem. page lwenly-.fix

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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

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fm-1' 2-vw' we-v--T - - When Chrilrlmac come.r il 111' lime for .ringing and going oul info lhe nighl bundled up wilh a good .rupply of .rong.r-for lhe .rurrounding hou.fe.r. Alma al lhilr lime, we have a Chrilrlmaw parly for everyone connecled wilh lhe Jchool. Each penron draw.r .romeone el.re'.f name a week before, and lhi.r re.rull.f in lhe giving of .filly pre.renl.r and lhe reading of lzumoroua' poem.r allached lo lhe gifl.r. We .ring carolr aflerwardr and end lhe evening with refremhmen l.r and dancing. The winler .reem.r lo go quickly for lhere are .ro many acliviliex and recrealionw lo fill up our lime. Xllany ouldoor job.r are lo be done .ruch am chopping wood for lhe freplacea' and felling lreewfor lumber. Qflen al 5.45 in llze morning a .rmall group would be oul in lhe wood.f. Thi.r wa.r by no mean.r a compulwoly job bul ralher lhe incenlive waffound in lhe peace of lhe wood.r and lhe .rpirilual beauly of an early morning .runri.re plum a greal feeling of accomplilrhmenl. There waw alwaga hol coffee before going oul and lime lo relax and lalk. AJ- French wa.r ollen hallinglzf Jpoken, llze .rleepg morningx were alive and amu.ring. One parlicularly wonderful morning llze group gol inlo lhe car and drove lo lhe lop of lhe lllohawk Trail lo walch lhe .funriwe over lhe valley. Ulher morn ing.f were Jpenl, when il wax loo cold lo work, lalking, lzlrlening lo mu.ric, or walking. Work program on Saturday morning i.r alro a necemraly par! of lhe gear'.r cooperalive accompliwhmenl. I l includew .ruch lhingw a.r cleaning lhe hou,re, working on lhe groundc and converling lhe old corn crib inlo a lhealre. Belween Chrilrlmaa' and Jpring, becauwe of lhe deep Jnow, much of lhe lime i.f .fpenl indoonr and lhiw period .rcemw lhe mo.rl inlenfefor inlelleclual growlh, including mach crealive wriling. Pk HF lk Pk Pk l stopped, I listened, but did not enter ing I heard the whispers, then laughter free and long. I started to enter, but turned away again For I did not belong. S Ann Jlalhewa' wk Ik if lk Ik A soft mesh spreads swiftly over the earth trapping those whose minds have drained the earth of all beauty. Those small enough slipped easily through, and once again called on the Cyclops to hurl away all wretched existence. - Thelma Adelman page lwenly-.reven