Rogers Hall School - Splinters Yearbook (Lowell, MA)

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The Party Thousands of crushed cigarettes left the room with a musty, suffocating smell. White clouds lingered in each corner, hovering over the ratty chair and sofa, so as almost to hide their ugly appearance. Glasses lay on their sides with their staining the wine-colored rug. In the far room, the same record wore on. Only few were left now, perhaps they would leave soon. Their voices carried them further OH until the only sound was that of the record, and I stood alone. I crossed the room and into the bedroom. My hand snatched at the needle, scraping the record. On each side of me were the signs of the party. I didn't like it, for it seemed to me that something wrong had been done. Everyone had done it together and yet alone. drippings They each had laughed and talked and it had seemed good at the time. But now they would all go their own ways back home, and in their swirling, aching heads, th-ey would begin to realize how they had tricked themselves. They had covered reality with a musty suffocating smell. Each sip-they knew-drained a little more of the brain . . . The brain which the entire body revolves around. Yet they all tried to destroy it-and themselves. Quickly, I picked up each bottle and glass . . . threw them into a carton and left them outside my door. I I crawled into bed and switched the light off. I attempted sleep, but the musty clouds engulfed my head. DEBBIE GALE '67 'D.0X.l

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Anticipating Urange Now the ugly snow is once again slushing under and around my feet. I feel that my long wait will never terminate, these harsh days of sorrow will never cease. I wonder-When will better days rescue me? When the snow turns dirty and undesirable, I know that spring will come marching forward, waving her hands over all the front yards, and suddenly the snow will dribble away into the sewers. Once again I will have my bare streets and will feel my frayed wits slowly draw closer together with anticipation. Then summer will abruptly bounce in but soon sail away with the same old clouds in a gust of cold wind. I' will feel my anxious spirits climb out-of the dark cave where they were hiding. Because, alas, fall will be here! Yes, after all those long days of anxiety, hope, and anguish, I will feel, in a sense, relieved that it is autumn. For that is the time that I Cwith my clear friend and companion, Charlie Brownl will be able to meet once more with our savior, The Great Pumpkin, JANET KENDALL '67 l r

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At Midnight A death-like calm begirded the town. The vast dark sky sent a faint wisp of air to rustle the few remaining dead leaves on the stalwart trees. Like stark steely pins spiraling up to pierce the darkness, the trees formed a regimental line guarding the broken, cracked pavement of the narrow roadway. Behind them the shadowy buildings loomed in repose like tombs marking an ancient burial ground. The town was a timeless area with no past or future. It was a space that seemed destined to stay hushed and immobile. BETH BULLOCK '68