Rogers Hall School - Splinters Yearbook (Lowell, MA)

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cf V' ,f ,'77f ...J ,4 3. f U y 5 9 -'---'nz-' V 1 A , L... 3, g, 63119 NOTICE: TO THE STUDENTS AND FACULTY OF ROGERS HALL I have no eyes with which to see you, yet I know your many faces. I have no ears with which to hear you, but I know your diff erent voices. My, edges are worn thin from your many caresses. Each morning I arise Dromptly at seven. After the morning bell, the first thing I hear are the groggy voices and the heavy steps of those aroused from a deep sleep. However, as soon as warmth and light enters their bodies, I can hear them rushing to breakfast and then hurrying to prepare for school. In all the time I have heard these footsteps, I have rarely heard anything of great import being said - only trivialities. As the day proceeds I have many visitors. About ten each morning staunch, loyal Stanley comes bearing the mail. On Sundays he is replaced by faithful Bill with the newspapers. Of course, students are continually entering to transact their particular business over my scarred body - ar- ranging for plane tickets, cashing checks, mailing packages, making phone calls, or checking the train schedule - constant activity. And meanwhile in the background is the undulating, dissociated clamor of a hundred voices. Relative peace comes to me only at night, both during evening study hall and also after lights out. During the former I hear only occasional footsteps, the faint clatter of dishes from the kitchen, and the hushed, ille- gal whispering of students in the hallway. After the final bell rings at night all is still and then I too may rest, lulled to sleep by the ticking, old clock in the front office, the whirring of the new electric clock above me, the ir- regular humming of the furnace, and the clanging of the pipes in the corner. Through the years I have heard much. Most prominent are probably Mrs. Staten's outlandish tales. Next in importance, I would rank Miss Mul- hern's saying many times, This time I'm leaving for good! In addition

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THE NEVER ENDING Fall approaches --?-it leaves tumble and fall tenderly on the barely frost-bitten ground. XVinter approaches ------ leaves are securely hidden by millions of snowflakes, the air is bitter cold. Soon the snow melts and rushing streams are flowing under the shadow of flower buds. Spring is born. A heat wave now flourishes and all flowers are in bloom. Summer has come. . . . And so life goes on . . KEATH HINSDALE LIFE To me, life is a glimpse behind the scenes, seeing people as they are backstage. To me, life is the enchantment of learning . . . the wonder of finding the new each week. To me, life is the joy of discovery. Finding sights that I never planned to see To me, life is an unforgettable face in the passing crowd each week. To me, life is a world of wonder. VVhimsy, beauty, drama brought close. To me, life is a parade of color and beauty that might otherwise pass me by. To me, life is people with their masks on and off . . . as they look, as they really are. And to you, NVhat is life? ' JANIS WooDwARD

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to these, I have come to know the most frequently dialed numbers on my faithful friend, the phone, who only this year was replaced by a newer model. Such numbers as 8-6861 fthe taxij , 3-2450 fthe Housej , 3-4351 fthe Sheddl, 9-9472 fMrs. MacGay'sJ, or even 8-6331 fJosef'sJ have all be- come familiar to me through the years. Of course there are also many incoming calls - perhaps harried parents, or maybe a candidate wishing to make an appointment for an interview, or there's a chance it may be Andover, Exeter, or New Hampton calling for'a dance date. In my youth I was excited at each callg but now they all seem trite and commonplace - rarely exciting, but always interesting, for everything here interests me. Besides the phone calls and the personalities, which have passed me by, I have also grown accustomed to the office procedures - recording grades at the close of the quarter, keeping check on demerits each Tuesday morning, sending out the incidental bill twice a year, typing an endless number of forms, sending catalogues to interested parties. Each year marked by the same procedures. This is my life. Do not get me wrong, I am not complaining. I am not bored. I would not have it any other way. That is why I am writing to you. As I said, I am old and I am worn but I am still useful. Therefore, Ibeg of you, please do not let me go as you did my compatriot in the study hall. I have been faithful and I have served you well and with your kind permis- sion, I will continue to do so --- for here is my home. Your most obedient servant, John Q. Desk ' JULIE UPHAM THE AGE OF EFFICIENCY appointments calendars files and such things done by a button that's touched smart efficient organized all here we go - riding for a fall SUE PENNIMAN