Rogers Hall School - Splinters Yearbook (Lowell, MA)

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Passage Silent messenger treading swiftly down rain swollen streets through the slashing storm and biting winds. I Watch him cross the street knowing it is the last. I hear the music of celestial harps, and a thousand galaxies swirl before my eyes. A mighty hand from heaven etched in fine lines of reality lifts him aloft amid the swirling ruins of the sky. WENDY MARTIN '69

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Search for Tomorrow Assume happiness at least for a moment. Can'r do it? Well, then smile. Nothing to smile about? You say you've reached your millennium? So there's nothing left? Baffled? Of course you are. You've lived so much you've forgotten how to live. Keep forgetting how to live. You'll fast become your own ghoul. When are you going to temper yourself? Obstinate, aren't you? Conform to normality Stop trying to tune off and drop out. Give this world half a chance. Take a deep breath-some of the air is clean, just stop and smell it. You'll be surprised. You just may find a bit of happiness. Cinquain Machines Employed daily Replacing active men Unable to withstand pressure Breakdown. AMELIA ROWE '69 LYNNE TATIAN '69 9 Pain If you've tried to wander through my mind And the pain you could not see, then you may have been the one who brought this pain to me KRISTEN LAPE '70

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I was. . . and I shouldn' t have been . . I was on the train going home for a weekend from school with two of rrfy friends. A sailor climbed into the train and sat down next to me. I was reading a book by James Baldwin, which he commented on. From then on there were scattered bits of introductory conversation. I-le told me he was just coming home to New York City after two years in Vietnam. This was my first meeting with someone who had fought in Vietnam. We talked about the fighting itself and the war in general. During the conversation I began to respect and admire this boy and to think about the fact that he was symbolic of thousands ofyoung' men of our generation. After a while I asked him if, when he found out he had to go to Vietnam, he had been scared. I-Ie told me that it was a mixture of being shocked and scared, and that the first night he was over there he had had to shoot a man not five feet tall. just before we were pulling into the station of my destination I told him how spoiled I felt compared to him: complaining about boarding school and thinking that during my two years there I have endured unbearable hardship . I am only three years younger than that boy. I did feel hard used . . . but I shouldn't haveg my meeting on the train taught me this fact. BUNNY MACMANNIS '70 The Sacrifice The crumb of bread was dropped upon the altar. I-Iurried feet mashed the particles into a hard small mass. pressurized and squelched-lost identity . . . An ant discovered the substance- a treasure of necessity. ELIZABETH I-IALL '69 11