Rogers Hall School - Splinters Yearbook (Lowell, MA)

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Q Se 0 A I 'ffl 5 N -W . tu: DANCING SCHOOL One, two, three, slidef' the dancing master rasps. Crash, bang, the piano roars. Along each wall sits a row of fond parents beaming happily at the swaying, shifting mass of would-be dancers churning around the floor. This is dancing school. Small, scrubbed boys with sticky hands shove small, meticulously curled girls around and around. The room spins and settles. Little Joe stomps on my foot, I kick his ankle. We both wince. We both said, Ex- cuse me. Jessie's mother's hat is awful . . . Look at the dancing master hop and skip to the music . . .' Karen looks funny. She has bubble gum in her mouth . . .' Thank you, Little Joe, for the dance. You're welcome. Well, it is over for a minute or two . . . All the boys make a headlong dash for the coatroom. Sticky candy appears from nowhere. Neckties are loosened. Someone produces a pencil stub. A game of tic-tac-toe appears on the already grimy wall. Suddenly the piano announces that the next dance is about to begin. Candy and pencil disappear and sickly grins take their place. The young Astaires file sheepishly into the hall. From the other end of the hall advance a giggling group of pony- tailed charmers striving vainly to hide an odd assortment of combs, gum, and candy.

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Would you care to dance ? Yes, thank you. I'd love to. The dancing master rasps, One, two, three, slide. The piano bangs. The fond parents beam proudly and the small Astaires shove their partners masterfully around the floor. F rom the other end of the hall advance a giggling group of pony- tailed charmers striving vainly to hide an odd assortment of combs, gum, and candy. Would you care to dance ? Yes, thank you. I'd love to. The dancing master rasps, One, two, three, slide. The piano bangs. The fond parents beam proudly and the small Astaires shove their partners masterfully around the floor. Your mother doesn't look very nice. Neither does yours. Are you coming next week ? GGNODS! Well - Oh, sorry, I stepped on your toe. It is 8:30. The floor suddenly clears. The coatrooms bustle with activ- ity. Then everyone has gone. The hall is dark and still. It waits for the same silly, beaming parents io arrive next week with the same bored children. DEBBY GIFFIN, '58 SHADOWS The shadows darkened on my wall, Some fell shortg some fell tall. And watching them in dusk's half-light I grew pale and shook with fright. But deep within my soul was calm, It had no fear, it had no qualm, For close beside my outstretched arms To dispell all doubts, to check alarm, Was one small lamp, one tiny light to halt the shadows in the night. JANET DAYTON, '59