Rogers Hall School - Splinters Yearbook (Lowell, MA)

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SOFTLY AT DAWN I looked and I saw it, like thousands of doves, Noiseless and peaceful from havens above. It covered the world in a blanket of white, Only to be shattered by man's hurried I-light. Once man awakened, hurried not to be late, I knew that that splendor would only abate. But this day I had seen it in dawn's early morn, Something to cherish as something newbom. LINDA TAFT '64 REALITY In spite of our intellects And high-Hown talking- We can only go on Plodding and walking. Com BRYER '64

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Q Huff? R19 fa' 'gg 2 If LUCK - The dictionary says that luck . . . is something left to chance . . . and I will add that it could be . . . a whim of circumstances . . . luck often wins where craft falls short . . . this fact is so well known . . . yet, who is there who can pre- dict . . . when it will grace his zone . . . it's best not to depend on it . . . unless you are quite willing . . . to pay the piper when you hit . . . a zero with your drilling . . . luck has a magic power . . . magnetic in its force . . . affecting mankind's interest . . with happiness or remorse . . . no one knows how to find it ...itvisitsbutafew...so do not try to look for it . . . someday it may Find you. LISA WALKER '63 QF: ij' in 'ba ik 'Qf A-as -el ia. f.-1 ff!! -is 791 5 if I F 'Sf Q45 B, ,- ' Y i jf . J-jrjif' A --,. yi,-i'.L': , 1 nf 4-! l My-54, ' lv 7 Q. .- .y. 1, . Us gf. ' 5 - - ' Q vi fi iff fs. of r - i g-f,-.ff.- rt 1 , .V 1 Qi 1 'K ' A hy, -' 'J' .. 5' f, h ' f'4- ja w : . , ,Ljf-4'1':l ll 1- -A W - ,. - If '-A up f ' 'Lx .W ffm-ggi it 5 ' 'f ff 1. is if-'N ff!-t if -L. .-'3!Qi'v-4' 31' ff ' 'fl 'J xx 'gzfzl fff-'fff' ff-'IE 'A P' f' Q e 1, an fwfr - - 1 'N i iff., ' , 1 N3 4iH4 ,' fQ..'Lf A ggi P. A 12:31 ,Ji AQ. i S , 'Tiff 'sV5U ' .-I V j X I ' 4' r , fl '1 - ' Tfiiii.. K if' X ' 4357 4, Ch: ', ' V' 4 ' , f ' , 5 f gg i: W J- ' fy' 'g r , ,f ,plana fe ' X 7,-195' ' fl, 7' lr-S ' ,ls-Q - t-zfgif af' . - ' ' 1 1--w '1r .' ' ' . .. 'v ff' fl- '? ,',,sj ' ' V x v ' 7' 'ilffgf ,

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CANDLE IN THE DARK She walked fog-swirled People passed. She saw their eyes cutting grooves in the sidewalk Two young men sunk under felt hats Arguing tepidly. She straightened her shoulders, Tightened her stomach, Stared, Forcing their eyes to lift- But no, Dead, they did not reach her through the mist. She walked fog-hid. People passed, laughing I-ligh and happy. These people she lived with . . They, warmed by friendly fires . . . She, frozen out, Her eyes boring holes in the passive snow, Too beaten to try to reach their eyes. And now the fog closed in. She no longer saw the eyes, No longer felt the sting of cold Outside. Her fog held her. She drifted Down and down She walked fog-lost. No sun nor moon nor neon light Could pierce her dark. Then one day a candle came Glowing-soft, And stayed with her! And gently, Gently the mist cleared. And she lit her small wet candle from that Fire so warm, Fire whose closeness Never burned. CONNIE TUCKER '63