Rogers Hall School - Splinters Yearbook (Lowell, MA)

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Silent Night Rain fell as a mist from the darkened sky and a strong wind whipped the tiny drops against my cheeks. As I scuffed along the wet pavement I shoved my hands far- ther into my pockets away from the weather. Few street lights remained lit because of the riot which had occurred the night before. One lonely light shone by the corner and the illuminated mist fell like silver chiffon upon the sparkling cement. All remained motionless and silent but the wind which, like a broom, swept the litter from the street and sent it swirling down the sidewalks. I stood near the light and leaned against the crumbling brick wall staring pensively down the block. Couples sat huddled on steps and in doorways half asleep, for there was nowhere to go. Suddenly the silence was broken by heavy, syncopated steps slapping the drenched sidewalk. As the sound drew nearer, the couples began to disperse from the doorways and to shuffle down the street as if they had a planned destination. They made not a sound. I relieved the wall of my weight and walked quietly down the block. No one remained stationary. No one could tell from which direction the patrol came, so they kept moving aimlessly through the darkened streets. From around the right hand corner appeared a cold yellow light which dis- tinguished the larger raindrops now forming, but not the figures which stood behind it. At this my knees weakened and my heart pounded rapidly, however, I knew it was necessary to compose myself. I slunk forward staring at the pavement directly in front of me like a cowed dog and passed the entire patrol without giving them as much as a glance. I released the breath, I had been holding, in a long sigh. At this moment, the patrol stopped and shined the light on me. Blindly I continued to scuff down the walk and a cold sweat beaded my brow. Finally they withdrew the light and con- tinued on. It was early morning and now the rain fell in torrents. My clothes clung to my body, and shivering from the cold, I searched for an empty doorway. There were none to be found. Ptesuming my place by the street light, I tilted my head backward letting the rain wash my face. The dawn would soon come and the night would be no more. DONNA BRION '68 Alone Alone in my thoughts, Alone in my heart, Alone in my mind, I know that I ought To love you now And respect your kind. But tomorrow in a crowd, I shall not have time To stop and love, Alone in my heart. KRISTEN LAPE '70 7

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Omnes Potentes I-low glorious it would be if man possessed the power to give and take away . . . to dominate all living things . . . to determine life and death to the extreme of choosing those in his surrounds, to banish all his dislikes into another world or dimension, And yet man has the power to love and hate and look at what he has done with these omnes potentes . . . ANN YOUNG '70 Moon Rider I lay and rode the moonlight Upward through the errant boughs. The wind cascaded downward Full of light and memory And in the softness of night I slept under her gentle tide. KIM KIRCHMAIER '68 Invitation A quaint, beautiful ballad sung by gentle voices, monopolizing the thin air, speaking to the lonely soul of another, who longs to enter blindly the inviting fantasy . . . LISA STRASBURG '69 6

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