Rogers Hall School - Splinters Yearbook (Lowell, MA)

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once upon a time there was a great society it mocked the dead devoured the living and lived in fear and hate when they were shown pictures of the -4I: l'f13-'-1 war the dying the dead they did not worry for the government said there was no war when their eldest sons began leaving r for active duty and never returned T A L E they were not upset they calmly framed the telegram that said their sons had died bravely in the war that didn't exist and hung it next to the pictures V E R T I C A L of their dead bodies they claimed to hate violence but their eyes hun grily searched the newspapers for articles on death sadism war and they found plenty of them R E A D E R S then one day the radio said that the non- existent war was real and the people were terrified they began to pour their money into bombs napalm missiles the arms race they were Out to win win what they fought and fought and fought tension protest tension patriots tension traitors tension commitment tension tension tension poof! KIM KmcHMA1En 68

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The Fugitive The sweet delicate fragrance of ginger filled the moist, thick air. The trees and flowers scattered about remained colorless shadows in the darkness of night and all was silent. A small man huddled shivering in a crevice covered by immense green ferns. His heart pounded rapidly and his whole body seemed to pulsate rhythmically. The black nothingness of space swirled about him and every shadow was his enemy. He began to torture himself with thoughts of being pursued by madmen or wild beasts which existed merely in his mind. They are coming! I can hear them!! he thought to himself as he retreated farther into the crevice. Alas, he was alone and helpless. Stars pierced the velvet sky like sewn diamonds, and the moonlight filtered through the trees forming patterns of darkness on the ground. Nothing lurked among the shadows, all was still. All but a singular fugitive rested in this night. DONNA BRION '68 Political Comment The Viet vet returns unrewarded While more youths are herded up and hauled off to slaughter. The black mass rebels on a tide - of constant unrest. A country splits And johnson sits. jour LANDWEHR '68 12

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