Rogers Hall School - Splinters Yearbook (Lowell, MA)

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Editorial ................... ........ . Beth McCovem Black and White Connie Tucker Life Does Repeat Itself .......... ......... B eth McCovem Conservation of Matter ...... ...... N ancy Scannell Henry james ................... ..... My Hands .................................................... ........ Life ls a Stage . The Regional Significance of Robert Frost ....... ....... Ode to Fall ....... Iudy Anderson .. Connie Tucker . Nancy Scannell Anne Hockmeyer Connie Tucker Destiny .......................................................... ........ B eth McGovem Cinderella ............ Flight of Love Lord of the Flies Night Sky ........ A Square Dance Pam Reader Connie Tucker Dottie Wood .. Connie Tucker Susan McCovem Metamorphosis ....................... ........... S ally Greene Come Ye as Little Children '. ..... .. Reincarnation ......................... ..... Our Day ..................................... Do Not Open Until Christmas ..... Dual Heritage ............................ Futility .................................................................................................... Impression of a Summer Evening ...................................................... Nathaniel Hawthorne's Negative Attitude Toward Puritanism .... Silent Walk .....................................,....................................................... Bubble .............. The Fall ...................... .... Anne I-lockmeyer Nancy Paine Pam Grinnell Louise Brooks Dottie Wood .. Connie Tucker .. Connie Tucker Anne Hockmeyer Nancy Paine .. Connie Tucker .. Connie Tucker Nafasi Ya Marafiki ,,,,.... ........ I udy Anderson Thomas Hardy ....... ....... S usanne Frisselle Tahiti .......................... ....... c .... P rue Carter Disillusionment ......................... .......... C onnie Tucker A Child's World of Escaping ...... ........ N ancy Robinson Dreaming ................................ ........ M uffy Warren Rome ........................ ......... S andy Parrish The Fear of Life ........ ........ K athy Comins Thunderstorm ......... ....... C onnie Tucker

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SPMNTI-:RS EDITOR- IN-CHIEF, Pen Grinnell C0-EDITOR, ,Beth lllcqovern LITEBQBI QOARQ Anne. Hockmeyer Nancy Seannell Sally Greene. Connie Tucker pebbie Wood Dottie Mood Pam Payee lfancy 'Paine QL-efchen, Koch, QQ QEPARTQEQQ editor, Ann Hodgkinson Pnoroq-EAPHY palqyfrnszn- Holly Badger editor, Caroline Funk Sue gear .fudy greene EEE22 MBR manager, Dparcie Koser Ulu-tha. Passat-t Linda Wilkinson Joan Delaney Cnrip Krueger Qnne Orchard 'PACULTI AQVIQOB Mrs. Bernard Shel. 'Quan 55185115011 Q1-3. .Tolyn Perla!!

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