Rogers Hall School - Splinters Yearbook (Lowell, MA)

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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

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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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BAIT FOR IGNORANT FISH ls the sign Truck drivers welcome outside any exclusive restaurant impressive enough to make you stop for a dinner? Or are you particular? Do you insist on the sight of at least four trucks actually parked in the tiny parking lot? I decided that my intellectual curiosity could someday put my name down in the annals of history with Einstein, Kinsey, and Lavosier if I sim- ply investigated the commonly accepted fact that the trucks are parked outside the more reputable places, and you know what that means! On one occasion I was making a hurried business trip to New York, therefore, l had to organize my timing. While I insisted on a good satis- fying meal, The Red Coach Grillei' was not conducive to a quick stop. However, I was not an ascetic fool who would forfeit a chance to assuage my hunger pangs. Neither would I stop to grab a bite on the run. As this grave decision ran through my head, I was still noticing the trucks at the diners along the parkway. Wherever there was one truck there were at least three or four. Knowing what that meant, I picked the next one that had five and, greatly relieved, drove in. The gentleman tif I may be so liberal as to call him suchj who sat on the stool next to me, nonchalantly stirred his coffee with his little finger, in a feeble attempt to dissolve the four lumps of sugar that I had seen him deposit therein. He looked askance at my suit and tie and returned his gaze to the waitress CI do believe it was not a waiterl who had placed herself in front of me and was chawing placidly on her gum awaiting my order. lt was almost embarrassing to give it. The loquacity of the nine men in there would have enabled one to hear himself if he had dropped a pin. I shall spare you the miseries of my meal - only mentioning it so that you will realize the necessity to ask the gentlemen why this one special place appealed to them and how they managed to survive. The one to my left answered first. It seemed that he was meeting a man outside in one half hour to lead him to a warehouse where his load was to be deposited, and he had come in to kill time. Two more, having had a flat tire down the road, had stopped to wash up. The other nine had stopped because they had seen two trucks parked out front, and you know what that means! NANCY WOLF, '58