Rogers Hall School - Splinters Yearbook (Lowell, MA)

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We will, sooner or later, have to face the big world on our own. It will be a world modern beyond the wildest fantasies of our grandparents, one which will evolve from the life we are currently living. It will not be identical to the world of 1965, or any previous year. We, however, will have grown up with it. We will know it. We will have to make our own adjustments to it. Our parents, our teachers have known a different world, a world which they discovered lfor themselves. We can hardly use their hard-leamed lessons to avoid pitfalls in our new world. We must have the chance in these transition teenage years to explore, to accept or reject, to weigh, to balance. We must be given the opportun- ity to go in the direction we choose, toward the goals we choose, without pressure from our elders. Surely if we had this chance, the future American society would not be a carbon copy of that of the present adult generation. Perhaps, then, history would not repeat itself, and we would be able to shape a bright new world. You may strive to he like them, but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday. ' VmG1N1A FOLWELL '65 Q i, ' i,.' ,'Q :,E.Qh V i .,,,, . i if sf ki, , J re H W W-,rj ,ff 23 'C 0 r 1145 K 72? XYZ? JH W -I 'fqx P f' 4 ' , Dum

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The Cathedral You are standing there, dark and magnificent against the early morning sky. There is something forboding in your appearance. Are you hiding something-an unknown secret of the past? You have coolly examined all who have come here, all who have gazed at you and wondered the same as I. There you are, stiff and gaunt. Whether shrouded by mist or basking in sunlight, you are eternally the same. STEPHANIE STREET '65 Probing I-low is one able to freely express The climbing emotions of pure tenderness? How, in the presence of rule after rule, Can one become loving and loved by in school? What is love's future ln our heartless homesg While searching and futile, Within us it roams? How, in the span of the time we must spend, Can feelings root deeper than one heart can bend? How, through those long lonely cold winter days, Can love remain hidden, neath the deepest of haze? How, through the long lonely cold winter nights, Can love remain buried and still find the light? SUE BARON '66