Rogers Hall School - Splinters Yearbook (Lowell, MA)

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He: She He: She He: She He: She He: She He: She He: She He: She He: She: He: Christmas Playlet Scene: Outside a 3rd Ave. Pawnshop Well, it's Finally December. Yes. Christmas vvon't be long now. No, it won't. Such a happy time of giving and receiving. . . . . of giving, yes . . . receiving . . .P Oh, yes! Oh QM, -tic Merry Christmas. Yes. . M What do you want Santa to bring you? A cat-a Siamese cat with violet eyes so that can commune. I need a charm, you see. I like Halloween. Yeah. ' ' '. XX ' It's happy. ,X A ' N ,H Oh, well. ff Yes, . . . Merry Halloween, late! . 'Tis the season to be jolly! , 5' Yeah. 5' A I ' Yeah. Q 'Q MEG FOSTER '66 'E' ia E!- 1221 ite sf Description of a Dilemma Uanuary, 1966! In these days of frequent labor strikes, even the Creat City could not escape the union's vengeance. With its public transportation nonexistent, New York was an intricate maze of streets burdened with frustrated drivers as well as tense pedestrians -it was a bristling porcupine aquiver with too many Quills. SUE MCGOVERN '66

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Interpretation Night, Snow, Cold and white. Carol, Singing, Soft and low. Star, Shining, Large and bright. Symbol, Birth, Child and soul. Meaning, Guidance, Wrong and right. A Savior born to us this night. JULIE The Wait I long to hold him have him near, The day grows light and still I fear. His voice which once MACPHERSON '66 just I could hear, Did speak its time and disappear. SUE BARON '66

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