Rogers Hall School - Splinters Yearbook (Lowell, MA)

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fi --A II! M ffl l W ODE TO A HILL Why is it that somehow, standing on the summit of a hill, you seem to feel so much at peace with yourself. As you gaze at the world spread out below you, cares drift from your shoulders. A wispy breeze brings a re- freshing lift to the air around your haven. Material things seem so far away, even as the people themselves. Yet God and his glorious heavens are so close that you could reach out and grasp the guiding hand He holds outstretched. The stars, too, wink down their steady reassurance, telling you to have no fear. Through all this God gives this message of courage. Why did He place that single hill on the single spot, but for you and others like you who seek refuge in time of need? He is the Divine force who makes the breeze to blow and the stars to shine for those on this high exalted spot. And when you leave this place, you know that you will not forget the message of faith and hope you received that night - God's message. TORY Esriss, '58 S l i z l l I I l P 6 1 I I I I

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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

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WHAT IS LOVE Love, What is love? A tender sigh, a sweet caress. Love, What is love? A shykiss, a hearty handshake. Love, What is love? A hard spanking or reprimanding tongue. Love, VVhat is love? Gay laughter, a tearful eye. Love, What is love? It is all these . . . It is God himself. NOSTALGIA As the leaves, Like yellow butterflies flying astray, Kiss the crystalline waters and float away, The murmuring brook JOAN GOODALE, '58 Plays a sweet song recalling the past summer days. MARIELLA POMAR, '58