Rogers Hall School - Splinters Yearbook (Lowell, MA)

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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

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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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ON THE SUBJECT OF JACK HORNER Little Jack Horner sat in a corner Eating his Christmas pie He stuck in his thumb, and QA- pulled out a plum fb And said, What a good boy am I! Here we have a sample of that literature' tl use the word gk for lack of any otherj group- ed loosely under the title Nursery Rhymesf, and more specifically, Mother Goose Rhymes. - The first line alone warns us that something unusual is sure to follow. Little Jack Horner sat in a corner. XVhy, it rather makes me wonder if perhaps the lad is an ex- treme introvert. One must ad- mit that a corner is not the usual place in which a young child might sit. Imagine, at such a tender age, little Mr. Horner is already plagued by mental troubles! Eating his Christmas pie. This is all very well if it were the holiday season, but what if it were the middle of July? It seems to me that Mother Goose could have made the poem more applicable to any time of year by saying chocolate cream pie, or apple pie a la mode. So much for that line. Shall we proceed to the next and see what treasures it holds? He stuck in his thumb . . . Here is an almost direct contradiction to the previous statement. If this child is so uncoordinated as to mash his paw into his pie, how in Allah's name could he ever pull out a plum stuck quite neatly on the end of his thumb? For thus he is always pictured by the most authoritative illustraters who 'certainly' should know about the subject they paint. And said, 'What a good boy am I!' Now I'd like to know where he got that little jewel of logic. First this kid sulks in a corner hounding a whole.: pie. QI presume you noted that there was no mention of a mere piece of pie.J He splatters the pastry fprobably lovingly baked by his Nannyl over his face and his clothes, sticks his hand into a gooey mess that will probably take two weeks to wash off, then has the out-and-out audacity to proclaim '6What a good boy am I! What a good boy!,'! My footliffilffd