Rogers Hall School - Splinters Yearbook (Lowell, MA)

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Reflections A meeting- sudden, quick, and yet so deeply you understood. Time- Time is endless it stretches its arms to us, and dissolves us within it. We are but small particles depending on its current. r Death- To die is to pass behind the narrow shadows of intangible matter. JODI LANDWEHR '68 Song of Lethe Come, my sweet, and lie here beside me in the soft, cool sand. I will comfort you with my arms and whisper your fears away as softly as I know how. Talk to me and tell me all the troubles of your world, cry about them, laugh about them, or if you like, show no expression at all. When you are through, lie back and close your eyes. Your neck is so smooth and white, like a feather of a dove. Do not cry out, I will not harm you. When you awake, you will have no more pain, and you will forever live in peace. lVlARTHA PARKINSON '68

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A Letter To John ROGERS HALL L.ow:LL, MAIIAUHUBETTB It is the sixth of December, a Sunday. The fact that Christmas is just around the corner, so to speak, has finally reached home. eeeeeeeeeckkkl I am excited. Snow, Santa, toys ho ho ho etc. HELID Storm, Sheri, Mar, Minda, and I say HELLO....nhellon...merrily The Stones sing.....n congradulations, I only want to make love to you, round an'a round, off the hook, little red rooster, tell me, not fade away...surprise surprise, you can't catch me, little by little, good times bad times, grown up wrong, it's all over now, empty heart, everybody needs somebody...congradulations.N The machine will not reject, it's so darned tempermental...AhL sher has made up wfit... good little machine g.e. do your Stuff..........play...not fade away. One 194 bag of popcorn eeeck. popcorn! I hate it. I like yellow chiclets, tho. Flowers are nice. yes... My flower is the lily of the va1ley....it means return of happiness. How pleasant, and imaginary, yet my world is so, why shou1d1t'my flower be also ??. Princeton tigers think that they are tough. It is a nice thing to imagine too. I know many unimaginative tigers, how nice, yes i know....So DO I...ME too. Oughll I just hit my foot on the corner of my bed.eeeeeeeeeeee...ca1led the Panama Limited, T.Rush singing... Ushe got up singing and crying...she said too late too late too late, I think I'm a gonna leave you now...U Bob Dylan got secretly married over Thanksgiving vacation, I have no record to put on the machine, I8ve listened to them al1...how boring. goodness I8ve been making mistakes, typing ones also...a braclet hangs heavily from my ear. Last nite at the dance, I went to sit down and SuSie pulled the chair out from under me. It was so well planned! actually it wasn't, but nevertheless i Fell gracefully to the floor...and sat. Ohh I like to sing, too, but I think I'd be a better actress. I am capable of fooling everyone, anyone. There is little talent in it, it is cute and dry and cut evenly. It is not necessary that I do this, incoherent me...oooooh yes..........no.. sigh,?,iU After all it is Sunday and I am tired. I suppose that I shall sleep, or maybe read, yes...I must stop playing...it isn't becoming of a girl my age, and if I do continue, I suppose that it would be far more Practical to use dollsfto play wfthem. They aren't cheaper, but oftentimes are a lot more symtathetic, even tho they can't hear they listen...yes I am too young, i is better that i don't play wfpeople that are only playing too, someone needs to lead the way. Right now 18m tired of directing, I think that I will hitch-hike the rest of the way home. Strangers are good company for those who have stories to tell or an ear to listen, I suspect that I have both...many happy returns of the day to you, sweet prince, there is somewhere waiting for you, a sleeping beauty, I don't fit the usual description and ifI haven't been asleep for a very long time, it's nice to wake up, on a cold Sunday, then wrap yourself in a warm bl-anketoooothis is where I Came inoooceoooo10Veo uusu cocoon Q .meggin MEG FOSTER '66

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E ,Xp x X .w i -J - Flight The wind roughly and fearlessly searched for the little kite, which bounced excitedly along the ground waiting for her freedom. Rising, falling, and spinning as she went, the kite grabbed at the March wind. Catching it she climbed steadily upward like a young and agile mountain climber. Straining, tugging, and quiver- ing, she begged her master for more freedom. Finally released, she leaped up with the graceful ease of a ballet dancer and was carried away in the strong arms of the wind. The kite was now an eagle, soaring, circling and hovering over her master, who had become only a small black speck below, waiting for a weakness in the wind. LINDA LOVEJOY '67