Rogers Hall School - Splinters Yearbook (Lowell, MA)

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ffl r f OOO OO O Q Q 0 OGC F THE AUTUMN GARDEN Traditionally, descriptions of gardens are filled with romantic allusions to their beauty in the Spring. On a crisp fall day, when a faint tang of distant bonfires pervade the air, I find in our garden as many colorful and interesting objects as there are at other seasons. Scarlet salvia is backed by the deep green hedges. The exot- ically orange color of oddly- shaped Chinese lanterns gives the etfect of light coming from within. Winter creeper furtive- ly twists and winds its way up the gray stone wall. The glamor- ous roses of June have long been gone, and replacing them are shiny red rose haws. The arbor is laden with lus- cious Concord grapes. The Ro- man urn whose bas-relief fig- ures were covered by the leaves of summer is now exposed to decorate a secluded corner. Screening this garden from the street stands a stately dog- wood upon whose branches many many leaves still cling. Some of them have turned bronze, and all along the branches red berries protrude like hat pins. Thus, nature in her infinite variety prepares for another growing season. DIANE DUBRULE, '60

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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

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SNOW It snowed three nights ago, And nippy breezes with glacial patterns Tumbled like feathers in avalanches through the sky. Though it was night, The maze of roads lay clear, For snowflakes lit the wayg And snowflakes lit my heart with inspiration. The frosty shapes swept down and washed the worldg I felt my soul wasclean. But three days must have dimmed my mind, For now my soul is black . . . SUE CARROLL, '58 BEYOND TIME A bud lifts its colored cup to let the bees dip in its honeyed nectar. A black-eyed Susan dances in the breeze coquettishly winking her somber eyes. A tree sheds her beautiful colors to let her twigs form an exquisite pattern of lace. The icy snow covers all of the living, while the stars look down cold and true. LYNNE ROBINSON, '58