Rogers Hall School - Splinters Yearbook (Lowell, MA)

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Literary and Art

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THE CONTENTS EDITORIAL LITERARY THREE NIGHTS HAVE I ...... THOUGHTS ............................... THE OFT-REPEATED DREAM .... THE ENGINE ......................................... LIFE IS OFTEN LIKE THE SEASONS .... THE' LAST FIVE HOURS ........................ NOCTURNAL SNOWFALL .... LIFE ................................. THE STRAW MARKET ,,,,,,. A BALLAD FOR RIDING? OR Go NNI-IST, YOUNG MAN, BABYSITTING ............................. THE WEB ............. .. MY RUBY RING ........................ OBJECT BEYOND THE CLOUDS . THE HARBOR ........................... THE INEVITAELE ,,,,,,,,,,,, MY WORK OF ART ............. A STRANGE ADVENTURE ...... THE NIGHT EXPRESS ..... THE SHOE ..................... MOTHER'S DOMAIN ,,,,, APOLOGY ..................... THE CLEARING ............. TODAY'S NEWSPAPER ...... UNUSUAL DAY .......... A FLAME .... ......... . NIGHT EXPRESS ...................... THE DITTY THE CITY SANG ,,,, GO WEST .........-..........n-U.. JUST SHORT OF THE FENCE ................................. Stephanie Healey ,, Virginia Brown Julie Eiseman Charlotte Marsh Sally Cessna Cecelia Wittinann Avis Churchill Julie Eisernan Carolyn Reynolds Janet Lonlbwrd Susannah Carroll Julie Eiseinan Mary Argyle VVendy Elliott Vanessa Noble . Candy Cashman Jane MierS Susan Slzwartz Virginia Brown Lanney Suloujf Susan Shwartz Vanessa Noble Kay King Lynne R0binS0'fI Lynn Kingston .. Candy Cashman Georgene Walkley Elaine Vargis Diane Dubrzlle Illustrations by Martina Bofty, Sally Cessna, Janet Dayton, Stephanie Healey, Saellen MeCar-fhy, Judith Parker, Melanie Suloujff ALU M NAB

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THREE NIGHTS HAVE I Cloud nights are the gray fog and rain nights. ., . With stinging, curling mists. Unearthly, mystical people and animals dance and cavort, and run with sudden fright- away from the glimmering golden streetlight. Star nights are the crisp, exuberant nights, with sharply defined shadows, and glittering noises, and dancing lights wheeling around the sky, caught for a while as ornaments on the obsidian trees, that crackle in the glacial breeze. Moon nights are the silver nights, when all is filled'with a soft blue light. Ghost people walk through phlox-filled gardens that froth with glistening white petals, ,1 while the-twinkling leaves of white 'f birch trees reflect their silver songs, and the moon swoopsabove the cavorting meadows. STEPHANIE HEALEY, '57