Rogers Hall School - Splinters Yearbook (Lowell, MA)

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iterar DEATH-MARCH 40,000 were gathered And marched to a plot 40,000 were gathered To be tortured and shot. In the air hovered death And the sky turned to gray -10,000 lost faith On this cheerless day. They were all young and bold As they walked to the wall For they knew that the bravest Soon had to fall. Gone was the faith Gone was the fear Gone were the dreams As the hour drew near. Death seemed so sweet It even seemed gay 40,000 found death On this eheerless day. KAREN THIELE, '60

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EDITORIAL LITERARY Death-March . . . Tina Oh World . . . The Avenue . . . Facet of Life . .. Smoke ....... Biology ........ Pondering Thoughts Misunderstood . . Giving ....... Numbers ...... My Purple Lady . . . Tomorrow ..... THE CONTENTS ...nu Ode To a Blade of Grass . . . Music of the Spheres The Answer ....... ..- .-.au-.- There Comes a Time NVhen . . . My Mind and I . . '6An,' He Growls A XVinter Shore Quaker Message ALUMNAE NEWS ..--nn-0 ...---......- Illustrations by . . . Karen Thiele Marilyn Cosman . . . . Julie Vaughan . . . Jean Lindsay . . Diane Dubrule .. Diane Dubrule . . . Nancy Fiske . . . . Carolyn Pitt . Marilyn COSH12111 . . . . Holly Budd .. Gail Mayberry Suellen McCarthy Jeff Bloomingdale . . . Nancy Nevius . . . . Ann Flynn . . . Mary Mapes . . . Dia11e Torrey . . . Pamela Foote . . . Sarah Robinson . Theodora Fisher .. Pamela Leary lane Miers, Susan XVilson, Karen Thiele, Joy Schabaker, J eff Bloomingdale

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W ff, 4.2 S i we F 'P N , x r 1 .fl TINA The wind blew the snow around her ankles as she hurried on through the night. It had been a long, hard day and her legs ached with every step she took. She thought hack to the little faces looking up at her, their eyes big and afraid. Wliyf did those so young have to know the hard and some- times merciless world so soon. Joan had been working at the Children's Mental Hospital for six months and every night she went home with that same thought. She wanted to help them yet sometimes there seemed that there was nothing she could do. Tonight her feeling of depression was much worse and she knew the reason. Her thoughts wandered back to the hospital. Miss Nelsonf' she heard her name being called over the address system, please report to Doctor Phillips immediatelyf' Joan hurried down the spacious white corridor and through the re- volving doors into the office building. That was how her day began. Joan didn't think anything of her call that morning because whenever a new case came in Doctor Phillips usually called Joan to take the child to his or her room. Yes, Doctor Phillips, Joan said as she walked into his office. The doctor was working and he looked up when Joan spoke.