Fitchburg State University - Saxifrage Yearbook (Fitchburg, MA)

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ALONE Sun, moon and stars have gone: there is no light. The deep, pulsating blackness of the night Surrounds the house. Within, a candle blows Queer shadows into corners as it glows. While I, in quavering bravado. dress In all the meager grandeur I possess- A Chinese coat, its edges dulled and frayed By long-dead mandarins, a ring of jade, A pair of padded slippers and a fan. And now I sit upon this low divan Cross-legged, with hands in sleeves, to welcome all My lordly courtiers who come to call. I dare not look about me lest I see A very frightened child, who might be me. GERTRUDE HARTY, Poet Laureate ,35 l20l

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Jin emnrtnrn Enitie E. Eamleg Miss Hawley was a woman of strong character, of great purpose . . . admired and respected by her fellow-teachers and by those fortunate enough to have taken courses with her. Her radiant personality and her indomitable will in the face of great suffer- ing touched the hearts of those who knew the odds against which she labored. She leaves a memory sweet and lasting. Zlnlg thirh nineteen linnhreh thirtg-fnur

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