Rogers Hall School - Splinters Yearbook (Lowell, MA)

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Ode To Fall If I lived in a part of this world Where only one season came, And I had my choice of the seasons, It would be fall I'd name. I'd choose fall because it tarries just for the briefest while, Though hardly a soul can ever forget Its russet Indian summer smile. Fall is a dark-eyed, laughing coquette, Whose golden hair dances with Hre, Whose dazzling orange dress whirls as she spins Whose heart leaps with desire. Fall is a chant in harmonious chords, Melodiously mesmerizing The falling leaves in a mad whirling chase Enchanting, hypnotizing. If I had lived in a part of this world, Where only one season came, What other than fall could I name? And if I had my choice of the seasons, What other than fall could I name. CoNNua Tucxan '63 a, 1 - . a , ? ' 'i , PM 'Yin 'li :fy ' 2 'mm - Y ., ,. .gQf'fS 'W ,-,V ,. ft 1 , A . .1-'vwfl . 'W . Q 'Lg t invmreeii' - yfs.: f'i w3.,.3J,:', or Q f f, ' W' A an sw ,Y v, -Q . , 'fi ,, V X' t'H'f,.x1ef'1!' ' a g n glfgvafx f' A ' 'EQ ln? 1 , ,gg 5 - ' f' 'fs f ' -ill' tie : X .V is -, ' ' 3 Q, .6 3,1 ,, z L - N fl 15 ' , 915 if L ig., 55: 4 . I 't- ' 'NJ' 11 P 'U . fi-I J- gf' 'S a t .1 gf? .ff 1 ?. Y if -fa 51 ' - e 5 if 1 at-rp ,z ,1 ,' 2 it W-23 : 1 ' S12 is 51- 1' , . 'li 3 if 'f ' NH ifiziff fi if 495- I , '15-if ' Tx' W- v ,- H ' , Qu 4, ,Q 515: 5 2 :ky f Ei lv - 54 - A . I 5 fkwz-sf. . , 19- , Q ,ff 5, lf 2 4' 4533 , is is -at 2 4. - 5 . ' ' . ,f . L, 51557 . ' Qt A ,J ,R fw,,,,, ' J ,,f: .,a.. ' I '2 ,Q V 'Z ' ' ' 'Nh Qt Ai , is J, iff ri -gtiyst.. A. - gang, V 15 WARD? r1,23,i5a0,4!sq'6 Q 'f y, 1 if ,,..a. ' ,WM V , f I 1, s. N 3 'HH x:Nbgtw,u' W , ,V 555, nw1':ff-U-by-gimmhm Cz--t., sl VK,- ' -r ' A 1, t 3 1' .Qt-fy----.fax Y-.,,,,,-4 . .,,, ,,Awg,....,,n, V' 3, W V 1, eq, .g E. 2 I ' A 'lit-lm' h R M My A 1.04,-X - Q:,M?,,e','W4.QVNU' I I 'Q ,,,,i...tf1r:r?nw' .W Q Cb 1 4 '4,.5.m-Agfftf..t11F..,,W, A q1a, ff,-.ff 6,1'x74- '

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Life ls A Stage Standing here upon this stage A fear engulfs my soul. Will the curtain fall on me Before l meet my destiny? Will my life as a stageman's be Constantly waiting and out of sight In the wings where no other is To notice me or my lonely plight? Or in the audience will I be found, Preoccupied with all that surrounds And only in the end, too late, discover That the play has ended and there is no other? NANCY SCANNELL '63 The Regional Significance of Robert Frost Robert Frost has, indeed, left his mark upon American literature. He has obtained universal as well as regional significance through his simple but meaningful poems. Robert Frost did not write simply about nature, but he used nature as a means of exploring the mysterious ways of life and of finding the answers to the eternal questions of man. ln writing about New England, Robert Frost's attitude differed greatly from other writers. When T. S. Eliot and Henry james returned to New England from England, they discovered that a drastic change had taken place. Around the 1860's twelve million acres of land was being farmed. Fifty years later only seven million acres of land was being farmed, and yet the population had doubled. Thus, New England had been a victim of the Industrial Revolution. Eliot and james saw only the waste of land and the termination of a once-thriving tradition. However, when .Robert Frost returned from England and discovered this vast change, he adopted a completely different attitude. He wrote about New England in a hopeful fashion. ln his poetry, Frost recognized the change but, contrary to Eliot and james, he did not view New England as a complete loss. Frost believed that a quality of wisdom and vitality remained which were strong enough to transcend the changed environment. One of Frost's latest poems, Direc- tive, illustrates his attitude toward New England. He is aware of the disorderly state of affairs, but he believes that the new order, if sought after, can be found. If New England does succeed in achieving a new Renaissance, if once again genuine economic prosperity is ours, it will, in no small measure, be due to Robert Frost, whose faith in the enduring values of New England gave New England the courage to believe in itself. ANNE Hocxmnvnn '63

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Destiny Silent footsteps across the- moors- Engulfed by the purple grass which lures Them to primeval joumeys among things unknown Into the sea only to be Washed back upon the shore, dead and forgotten- Silent footsteps Hlled with a wanderlust To Hy beyond the moving dust Into the silver path of eternity's moon. And, now, upon the dune Only the hand of time can be seen .Sweeping away the pieces of a broken dream. BETH MCGOVERN '63 Cinderella Once upon a time, there was a poor little girl named Cinderella. She wasn't exactly poor, but rather had to settle for black and white television instead of color television, hi-H instead of stereo, and a mere sports car in place of a Cadillac. She lived with her stepmother and cruel stepsisters, Lucy and Pearl. She was made to do all the housework, everything from riding the electric vacuum cleaner to serving as maid when Lucy and Pearl had Joe in' for a visit. Cjoe was the only boyfriend between them.D .Suddenly, there came news of a formal dance in honor of the new Scottish Duke. Lucy and Pearl decided to go and latch on to another male. Then there wouldn't be any fighting over joe. They, of course, didn't tell Cinderella until they were leaving. Then she panicked. She had already worn her pink, yellow, and violet gowns, and there wasn't time to buy a new one. Her car also was out of gas. She sat on the front steps and cried. Taking her by surprise, her godmother appeared. Normally, godmothers come by appointment but this was special. The godmother gave her gas for the car and supplied her with a blue gown. Oh-how happy she was! While all this was happening, the Duke himself was having troubles. He hated the idea of the formal, so he tucked a Latin book away in hopes of reading a few chapters. However, when he saw Cinderella, he was taken by her beauty and grace. He danced every dance with her, but, because the music was too loud, he couldn't get her name. At midnight, when the clock started to bong, Cinderella rushed out, dropping the keys to her car. l-ler gown disappeared, leaving her in the madras shorts and blouse which she had been wearing when her godmother had appeared. Soon after, it was announced that the Duke was searching for the girl whose car belonged to the keys and that the owner would be the girl whom the Duke would marry. When the Duke came to Cinderella's house, both Lucy and Pearl tried frantically to jam the keys into their cars. But, of course, they wouldn't fit. As soon as the Duke heard of Cindcrella's car, he persisted in nying the key and found that the key slipped in perfectly. And so, Cinderella and the Duke were married and lived happily ever after. PAM READER '65