Rogers Hall School - Splinters Yearbook (Lowell, MA)

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Schecter Mrs. Dorothy I. Perloff 3 IW' Katharine Whitten MacGay Dormitory 4 EDITORIAL Probably the most universal theme of life is change. Nothing is absolute or perfectly stable. We are all affected by this phenomenon in countless ways. Man will forever be searching for new and better ways of life, may- be he will never be satisfied completely with what he finds. He is constantly growing, moving, winning and losing, seeking and finding knowledge about life and his place in life. Thus, change has become a fact of life. For Rogers Hall too, it is time to change. lt has existed for eighty years, for eighty years it has contributed to the knowledge and growth of many, many girls. Rogers Hall will always remain spiritually in the hearts and minds of its daughters, faculty, and friends, although physically it will no longer exist. As adaptable human beings, we must accept the inevitability of this change - of the truth that All things must pass. Undoubtedly, Rogers Hall has been a great school and much more. We must hang on to the hope that somehow the solid values of Rogers Hall will live on. 5 Headmaster 8L Mrs. Ralph J. Bills 6 A MESS-AGE FROM THE HEADMASTER In order to produce a fruit, a flower Must die. The bowl of every star-filled night, Emptied into grayness, swiftly fills with light And yields its stillness to the waking hour. Each soaring summer cloud gives down its shower Each glistening winter day must fade from sight, And every whirling golden leaf in flight Gives witness to an inelastic power. Yet every change whose moment seems malign, Whose advent so conducive to regret, ls but the singing of another voice, Grating at its onset, growing line, As with past voices it is gaily met To swell life's chorus, sing out, and rejoice. 7 An individual is more apt to change perhaps than all the world around him. Daniel Webster SE IORS .4 4 5 Do you not know I am a woman? When I think, I must speak. KAVA Club Field Hockey 4 Social Committee 4 Badminton 4 Tennis 4 BERNADETTE ALMEIDA I4 Broad Common Road Bristol, Rhode Island Johnson and Wales College Yeah, I'm Bewndette Owmeeda--wanna make somethin of it'?. . .But Burl. . .My daddy's giving me the Eldorado. . .little powerhouse. . .the kids in Bristol. . . AAAUGHHL . .goalie. . .Susie Myers. . . WOW. . .That Miss Tink, she don't do nothin'. . .Cal. . .Wot'?. . .What's it like to spend a weekend in the dorm?. . .110 m.p.h. down 38. . .House in the Pines. . . Patty. . .Bernie--telephone. . .Wherels Burl'?. . MARTHA LYNN BILLS 29 Hanks Street Lowell, Massachusetts Bard College President of KAVA Club lt's about those legs, Martha. . .Oh, about eight months. . .mysterious black eye -the mad what of where'?. . .a bud- ding Liz Taylor, no doubt. . .Ultra-fem- inine. . .me and my Nubby . . . Sure I know how to drive a standard - well, I'm learning . . . the boak of ark trees - OOPS. . .Absence makes the heart grow fonder, honest Miss Phelps. . .Rise and Shinel. . Off shifls her passions like th'ineonstant wind, Sudden she rages, like the troubles main, Now sinks the storin ana' all is Calin again. KAVA Club Dramatics 3, 4 Octet 3, 4 lPresidentl R.H. Basketball 3 U.V. Captainy Basketball 3, lmanagerj, 4 12nd teaml Field Hockey 3, 4 Badminton 3, 4 Swimming 3 Volleyball 3 lmanagerj 4 Softball 4 Student Council 3 lsecretaryltreasurerl 4 Splinlers 4 Splinters Art Staff 3, 4 Drama Prize Ana' the chief captain answered, With a great sum, obtained I thisfreedom. And Paul said, But Iwas free born. KAVA Club Splinters Art Staff 3 Splinzers Literary Board 4 Student Council 3,4 Senior Luncheon Committee 3 Field Hockey 2, 3, 4 Basketball 2. 3, 4 R.H. Basketball 3 Volleyball l, 3 Kickball 2 Softball 4 Badminton 3, 4 Riding Club 2, 3 Cpresidentl 4 Photography Club 2, 3, 4 12 MARINA BURLISS 25 Totman Road Dracut, Mass. Windham College President of Student Council Student Council'?'?What Student Coun- cil?'?. . .l'm going to Urban Affairs. . . Cat. . . out to lunch - and breakfast and dinner and midnight snack. . .l think I'll go up to the lake. . .l'm going to Urban Affairs . . . what a drag it is. . .Mr. President. . . keep on truckin'. . .George. . .wabble wabble . . .peace. . .can you dig it'?. . .Maybe we'll have a council meeting next term. . .l'm going to Urban Affairs. . .l wanna be freee. .. Switzerland or bust. . .Speaking ofSwitzer- land. Ma, how far can you swim?. . . 71 PJ LEANNE CADDELL 74 North Billerica Road Tewksbury, Massachusetts University of Denver Vice- President of KAVA Club Kerry campaigns - buddies with John . . . I HATE school - Oh, Mrs. Schecter, your class is so much funl. . .l'm heading west- can't wait to ski Vail. . . future lawyer and politician. . .But Schecter, I don't want to be a man this timel. . .Fred . .Who goes to the library at P.A.?. . .Always go forward never go straight. . .Hampton Beach Escort . . .77. . A Let us consider the reason for the case. For nothing is law that is not reason. KAVA Club Octet 3, 4 Dramatics 2,3, 4 R.H. Basketball 4 CCaptain J.V.J Splinzers Business Board Manager Hockey 3 Basketball 3 f2nd teamj 3, 4 Volleyball 2 12nd teaml 3, 4 Badminton 3,4 Kickball 2, 3, 4 Softball 2, 3, 4 Photography Club 2, 3 Martha Howell Crinnion Social Studies Award R.H. Award 4 13 'There is no wealth but life. CAE Club Class President 2, 3 Student Council Vice-President 4 Senior Luncheon Art Committee 2, 3 Latin Club 2, 3 French Club 2, 3 Ski Club 2, 3 Field Hockey Manager 4 Splinters Art Staff 3, 4 A Social Committee 3 Honor Roll 2 Photography Club 4 JUDITH DIANE EMERSON 30 Dalton Road Chelmsford, Massachusetts New England School of Art Editor of Splinters l can't wait to see Pete..., Cocktails at 7:30 Ski Bum...Give me a hit...when l'm bored, l SLEEP. . .Judy are you feeling all right??'?? M EDlTATlON...The summer in MAINE. l can't wait for Wednesday night... DIANE MARIE FARMER 2 Lorraine Terrace Billerica, Massachusetts Boston University Fanny Farmer-in-the-Dell. . .Can I get Scramblers'?. . . Tilton. . .Paul. . .Mama Miola. . .4-day school week. . .Chinese food. . .Waikiki. . .Cape Cod. . .Mark. . expensive tastes. . .Strawberry Hill for- ever. . Jeff. . For they can conquer who believe Ihffl' Can. CAE Club Underhill Honor 4 To him who in the love of nature holds coin- munion with her visible forms, she speaks a various language. KAVA Club Field Hockey 3, 4 Volleyball 3, 4 Basketball 3, 4 Social Committee 3, 4 Photography 3 Kickball 4 . I6 SUSAN HILL 44 Arrowhead Road Weston, Massachusetts Nasson College President of The Senior Class Perpetual dieter. . .'Pres . . .Goose Rocks. . .please spend the night, Heidi, I think my house is haunted. . .me and my Cup O' Soup. . .Pay your lOU's. . .We're not making any money, you guys, we're not breaking evenl. . . King Pin Lounge. .. Fried H. Clam. . LlSA R. HEIDI HOLIHAN I39 Elm Street Andover, Massachusetts University of New Hampshire President of CAE Club SKI-man-SKl!. . .Brown ledge - NOT Brown nose. ..Hol. . .Q-R-STEED. . .CAE always wins. . .lt's organic. . .Where's YaYa'?. . .Anyone want to buy a Boston Globe'?'?. . .Let's go to Governor Dum- mer. Girls!. . .Sorry l'm late - l was de- layed by that CUTE policeman. . .Mac- Donald's French Fries. . A mind nor cultivaled will not lie fallow for ha an hour. CAE Club Field Hockey 3, 4 Volleyball l 12nd teamj, 2, 3, 4 R.H. Basketball 2, 3, 4 Basketball 2, 3, 4 Softball 4 Kickball 3, 4 Swim Team l, 2, 3 Riding club 2, 3 Ski Club l, 2, 3 Cheerleading 2, 3 Columns Staff 2 Photography Club 3 Octet 3 Tennis 3, 4 Social committee 3, 4 Student Council-4 Senior Luncheon Literary Board 3 fchairmanj R.H. Award 2, 3, 4 I7 The beautiful are never desloate, But someone always loves them. KAVA Club Field Hockey 2, 3, 4 Volleyball 3 Basketball 3 Kickball 2 Swimming 2, 3 Ski Club 3 Riding Club 3 Latin Club l, 2 Splinters Literary Board 4 Splinters Art Board 4 T R.H. -Brooks Choir 2 Debate Club 3 Cheerleading 2, 3, 4 18 KIM BERLY ANN KELLY l63 Luce Street Lowell, Massachusetts Lowell State College .lEFF'?. . .French class with Joanne and Dede.. .Tuesday and Friday -. . .Concord, of course. . .quiet Kim--that's what they think. . Problems, Marina'?. . .U. of Tampa, maybe--for a tan'?. . .Friday nights with the girls. . .RIGHT ON!. . . it DEIRDRE JANE O'LEARY 82 Village Hill Road Belmont, Massachusetts New England School of Art My daddy said I can. . .MA-RI-NA. . .My new Opel GT. . .Rye Beach. . .I wonder where we have seen that before'?'? TH E CA BOOSE . . ., My friend has that too. . ., My friend's Butler. . .GRAND LARCENCY. . .Pig-Out Heavenly. . .my RARE necklace. . .Sl.95. .. Swollen Mosquito bites. . .on time for WHAT-SCHOOL?'?!! r i i I am bound ever I0 swear allegiance to any masrer: where the wind carries me I put into port and make myself al home. CAE Club Hockey 4 Basketball 2, 3 Kickball l, 2 Tennis 3 Riding Club 2, 3 Photography Club 2, 3, 4 Dramatics 2, 3, 4 Art Committee l, 2, 3 Splinters Art Editor 4 Columns 2 Cheerleading l, 2, 3 Senior Luncheon 3 Art Prize I9 The most wasted day Qf all is that on which we have not laughed. CAE Club Field Hockey l, 2, 3, 4 Volleyball 2, 3, 4 Basketball 2, 3fmgr.J, 4 12nd teaml Kickball 2, 3, 4 Softball 2, 3, 4 Badminton 3, 4 Tennis 4 R.H. Basketball 2, 3 Cco-captj, 4 Class Vice-President 1 Choir 2 French Club 2 Riding Club 2, 3 Student Council 3 Debate Club 3 Cheerleading 2, 3, 4 Dramatics l, 2, 3, 4 Senior Luncheon Literary Comm-ittee 2 Splinlers Art Staff 4 Splinters Literary Board 4 R.H.Award 2, 3, 4 Helen Hill Award 20 ANNA MADELINE REPPUCCI 34 Clark Road Lowell, Mass. Rollins College Vice-President of CAE Club Hi, guys. . . giggle. . .Smoochie Poochie ...I wish Iwas in Florida. . .Kram Rotnac. .. FRIZZIES. . Jacques. ..Hey, you guys - I just boughtlll. . .Respiratory Inhibitors vs. Metabolism, whatever that means. . .Busch ...dimples. . .Cool. . .MG. . .Ravioli and tur- key!'?!. . .Who called New Jersey?. . .Port St. Lucie. . .Willy Willy Wonk Wonk. . .D.C. . . . Well, ya know. . .Is the good ol' 442 ready yet, Glenna?. . .Go CAE!!. . 1122. . .Eh'? . . .G.W.. . .Sorta kinda but not really --ya know, Dottiann'?. . . M BERTHA CECILIA RODRIGUEZ Montanas Calizas 720 Mexico, DF 10 University of Mexico City JAY - Bertha Butt. . .wash your hair. . .al- ways sleeping. . .foul mouth. . .someone else's book. . .sleeps in Thiele's room.. . . many college acceptances. . .LEECH. . .cigar- ettes. . .tone deaf. . .gum is for the nose ...But Calho-on!. . .little blue pencil case. .. Who cuts classes'?. . .always siesta time. . . When you parlfrom afriend, grieve not -for that which you love most in him is dearer in his absence. CAE Club 21 All things bright and beautiful, All creations great and small, All things wise ana' wonderful, The Lora' God made them all. CAE Club Hockey 3, 4 Basketball 3, 4 R.H. Basketball 3, 4 Volleyball 4 Kickball 3 Badminton 3, 4 Tennis 3 Spanish Club 3 i Splinters Art 3, 4 CAE Nominating Committee 3 R.H. Award 4 CASSANDRA ELAINE SAMPAS 331 Wilder Street Lowell, Massachusetts Marietta College Church on Sunday. . .I know that I'm crazy . . .Now you know where I get my clumsi- ness. THE BLUE BOMBER. . .Ijust don't understand. . .One glass of wine??'??? GLENNA PATRICIA SCANNELL l3l Holyrood Avenue Lowell, Massachusetts Westfield State College The HAND!. . .Basically and Primarily speaking.. . Exciting Downtown Port Saint Lucie. . .I never get sick, not even after 9!. . . Governor. . .Tim. . .Adam's House. . . Stop being a trapezoid. . .Goonsville. . .Fort Hill . . .Broken toe. . .But Miss Phelps, It's not fair!. . .Eggroll. . .Chocolate Chip Muffins with Nooo Butter. . .Raviolies. . .Future Coach of Radcliffe Swim Team. . .Female, blue-eyed, white, angora cats are BLIND! We coryqde in our strength without boasting ofit we respect that of others without fearing it. CAE Club Field Hockey 3, 4 Volleyball 2, 3, 4 Basketball 2, 3, 4 R.H. Basketball 2, 3, 4 tcaptainj Badminton 2, 3, 4 Swimming 2, 3, 4 Softball 3, 4 Tennis 2, 3, 4 Kickball 2, 3, 4 Cheerleading 3, 4 Latin Club 2 French Club 2, 3 Debate Club 4 Social Committee 3 Dramatics 3, 4 Riding Club 3 Ski Club 3, 4 R.H. Award 3, 4 Hildred Ramsay Award Athletic Award 23 Courage consists not in blindly overlooking danger, but in seeing it, and Conquering it. CAE Club Riding Club 3 Ski Club 4 24 ELAINE FAY SHERMAN 32 Montview Avenue Lowell, Massachusetts Fairleigh Dickenson University Badminton Ballerina. . .the trailer. . .egg rolls. . .Harvard Square, subways, and trains to Boston. . .the Drunk. . .up and down the spiral staircase again and again and again . . .interesting car shows. . .great at blind dates. . .Let's go to Notinis for candy!. . . paper due when?!?. . .Zvi -- Israel during the summer!?!. . .I'm a J.A.P .... Pinky. . . e r MOLLY SMITH 150 Euclid Avenue Hackensack, New Jersey Bergen Community College MATT, . .far-out socks. . .quick sayings. . . jiving to Stephen Stills and Credence Clear- water. . .waffle-stompers. . .MOLLY! Don't you know how to iron?. . .MATT' ,' .IQAQ Y W V 2 Sincerity is like traveling in a plain beaten road, which commonly brings a man sooner to hisjourney's end than byways in which men often lose them- selves. CAE Club Octet 4 Dramatics 3, 4 25 In this world it is not what we take up, but what we give up that makes us rich. KAVA Club Field Hockey 4 Volleyball 3 12nd teaml, 4 Basketball 3 12nd team captainj 4 fteam managerj , R.H. Basketball 3 f2nd teamj Kickball 3, 4 Softball 4 Dramatics 3, 4 Badminton 3 Social Committee 3, 4 Cchairmanj 26 KRISTINA MARIE TIKELIS 28 Lansing Avenue Haverhill, Massachusetts Bradford College YaYa. . .Guess what my father did now. . . Perry. . .The Unforgetable trip to Holihans . . .Bolton Valley. . .Never does her French . . .Peaches. . .Steena. . .Grandma's under- wear. . .THUNDER HIPS!!!. . .Avon Lady! What, FRIDAY AFTERNOON??? TIME FOR PSYCHO-Path. . .Heidi - HElDI!!. . .She's a ninny. . . PROPHECY lt is the year 2000 and we are here to report an extra special event. lt is the inaugural ball of the first woman President of the United States. Here to celebrate her appointment is the President's high school graduating class. It is winter here in Washington, and the White House looks like a pic- ture in a story book: Grimm's Fairy Tales , perhaps... One moment...l believe the guest of honor is here now. Yes! President Caddell is arriving now and she looks lovely. She has been slenderized by the not-so-new White House exercise routine, Watering Gatesn. The President is being escorted by her running mate, John Kerry. fl'm sure all of her classmates remember Sexy John.J Following President Caddell is another important figure in politics, Bertha Rodriguez. She too has been slanderized...excuse me . . .SLENderized by the Watering Gates routine. It seems to be the latest rage among politic-ers. Ms. Rodriguez has been recently appointed to the position of Mexi- can Ambassador to the U.S. She has accomplished many things over the past twenty-seven years. She has even established her own college. For those of you who went to school with Bertha, you may recall her multi-college entrance practice with her brother. She has also had a book published, I Was a Teen-aged Wetback and Never Knew It. And here comes Judy Kingston fformerly Judy Emersonj. Ms. Kingston has inherited a wad from the Maharishi land you wondered where your S35 wentj and has bought out her father's real estate business. She specializes in communal property, in case anyone is interested. She arrived on her elephant from her aesthetic stay in the Himalayas where she was nominated for the Guru of the Year Award. Who is this coming in now? Could it be? Why, yes, it's Glenna Scannell in her R.H. tank suit. YOWSER! What is she doing now? I do believe she is getting the gang together for a basketball game. tWell, maybe we'll win this time.D Unfortunately, while Ms. Scannell was teaching basketball to the Moody Schoolers, she was trampled on the court by a band of raving seventh graders in the sec- ond quarter and had to be peeled off the floor when she was discovered the next day. Poor Ms. Scan- nell just hasn't been the same since. Here comes Bernie Almeida. She is now a social worker in Bristol. She has been married seven times and is the proud mother of twenty-three. Ms. Almeida is presently living in a really big shoe . tLittle joke there.J She is writing a book between diaper changes entitled, A Pregnant W0man's Guide to Self-Defense. Following Ms. Almeida is Elaine Sherman. She is this year's winner of the Jeannie Demoulas Alumnae Award: All You Ever Wanted to Know About Dating When You're Not Allowed To . Cf course, Elaine has been successful in her field, too. She has become a noted authority on GREEK Tragedy as a result of that awe inspiring course of Dottiann's. Ah, Marina Burliss just flew in toddly enough she didn't come by planej. She spends much of her time in a space shot to the moon where she is filming her latest picture, Lust in Space . She brought with her some slides of the good ol' days at R.H. which we shall view later. Ms. Diane Farmer has just arrived with five escorts! Upon returning from her latest trip to Tahiti, Diane's skin is indestinguishable from the natives'. She has purchased her fourth house in Hawaii with the million she made on her best-seller, How zo Lose Thirty-Five Pounds and Remain the Same Weight. Anna Reppucci has just flown in from Port St. Lucie where she runs a private clinic for Res- piratory Inhibitors. She brought her brood of giggling bambinos who are having a pasta flinging contest in the Rotunda. However, Anna is a great disciplinarian, and she is now putting the little br--oops--children back in their straitjackets--- just in time for Glenna's basketball game which will be played R.H. style: no fingers. 27 Molly Smith sent word that she would attend the inauguration via closed circuit T. V. Molly's days with the Octet inspired her to form the Hackensack Hallelujia Choir which travels nationwide on Cassie's Prayer Meeting Circuit. Unfortunately, Matt made her give up her soul dancing career because she was attracting too many admirers. And who have we here? Why yes, it's that world renowned Hollywood star, Patty Cake Callas Martha Billsj. She arrived in a chauffered limo with her rock'n'roll star counterpart, Little Richy Fay Cthat's Fay with an FJ. Her latest film, The Great Shave , is the story of a pair of legs whose flesh was lost in a deep, dark jungle. After the surprisingly realistic filming, it is rumored that Ms. Cake purchased one thousand shares of stock in the Gillette Company. She has written a book between films entitled How to Train Your Parents in Ten Easy Lessons. lt seems that someone has fallen on her face while walking through the door. It must be, yes it is, it's Reverend Sampas. She has replaced Billy Graham as the White House chaplain. and. therefore, will be leading the prayer in the ceremonies. It seems that Reverend Sampas had a little car trouble on her way here. While travelling twenty m.p.h. down the highway, The Bomber finally died. She will be holding services throughout the day in case anyone is interested. Welve just received a telegram signed H.R.H. It must be Her Royal Highness, Heidi Holihan. Heidi says she cannot attend. On her way to the airport she stopped to help change a flat tire and now her schedule is off. Heidi is now the president of H.R.H. which has recently purchased Park Ave. and the entire McDonald,s chain and is moving on to bigger and better things. Along with her telegram came one hundred subscriptions to the Boston Globe, to be used as door prizes. And here comes Susan Hill. She and H.R.H. enterprises are half owners of the Lantern Brunchi. Ms. Hill is living on her organic farm in New Hampshire where she teaches Yoga and goes on diets. She is often referred to as f'Magic Susan because of her finesse in harmonica playing. Kim Kelly has just arrived. She finally made it! She apologizes for being late but she had an interview at Whatsamatahfor U. ffounded by Big Berthal. She is determined to find an institution where she can pursue her education. Kim has taken her SAT's 476 times and has finally hit 400. YEH for Kim! Word has just arrived that she, too, has had car trouble. She hopes Jimbo has learned his lesson. Dede O'Leary was unable to make the celebration. She is spending at few months at the Louvre. Originally she had planned on spending just a month but it took her some time to find it. She kept on asking directions to LaLover and BOY, did they show her!!! She recently opened a Greek jewelry store called O'Leary's . CDO you suppose someone should tell her'?J If you ever want to find Dede, just look for her new, green, convertible MG out front. Last, but as everyone knows, not least is everyone's Yaya, Kris Tikelis and Peaches. Ms. Tikelis is still applying to colleges with Kim. Yaya was late, of course. She hit a cop on the corner in her hurry to make it on time, to the paahty. Perry is waiting outside in the parking lot for her. OOPS!!! Peaches just left his calling card on the Whitehouse carpet! That's my cue...Time to get on with the Caddellf- Kerry bash... 28 CLASS WILL WE LEAVE. . . MR. BILLS a squirt gun and whiffleball bat to chase away unwanted prowlers in the night. MRS. BILLS an answer to the question Who is 'Big Mama ?,' MISS BAIN one student with an answer to Como esta usted? MS. CALHOON a birthday cake for every month of the year. MRS. COLLINS a psychology class in the smoker. MRS. FRAGALE a skateboard to get Mr. Bills's coffee more quickly. M R. GREGOR a relevant algebra class and a gift certificate from Mrs. Gerber, for baby food, not flowers. MISS JACKSON a fulfillment of her fantasy - a cast which can learn lines. M RS. LATOU R a recording of her visits from Photine and Jill and a typed portrait of Elizabeth Rogers. MRS. LEARY an ambulance for Bertha and a wailing wall for all other complaints. MR. PASKO 6.02 X 1023 molecules of his geometry class. MRS. PASKO sinking slowly over the other side of the hill after Founder's Day. M RS. PERLOFF an art class, duty-free weekends at Proctor Academy, and a pair of snuggies for cold winters in N.H. MISS PHELPS sitting in the bleachers at a Red Sox Game eating hot dogs during the 13th inning. M RS. PHINNEY instructions on how to open the hood of her car and a fully accounted for phone bill. MRS. RIDDELL a VERY quiet dorm. M RS. SCH ECTER a 6 inch fall with split ends and a supply of bubble gum so she has something to do during her long hard hours of unemployment. MISS SMILEY Kava's outstanding record along with one season with a winning basketball team. CHARLIEJulia Child's latest cookbook withaspecial section -- What to Prepare During Meat Boycottsf' BILL and ROGER an ice smoothing machine to clean off the townies' scrapings. BERNI E ALMEIDA leaves her hot Portuguese blood to Ana Gregorio and her weekend pass to Diana Demoulas. MARTHA BILLS leaves her hairy legs to Ralph and her alarm clock to Pam Gudritz. MARINA BURLISS leaves Diana and Dede on their own. LEANNE CADDELL leaves her Mustang by the side ofthe road on her way to the University of Denver fsight unseen! in pursuit of research on the subject of Ibid',. JUDY EMERSON leaves Pete to NOBODY. DIANE FARMER leaves her diet in the parking lot of the Royal Pagoda. KIM KELLY leaves early through the back door - for her reading class, of course. SUSAN HILL leaves quietly after having said for the last time - Please pay your I.O.U.'sf' H EIDI HOLIHAN leaves her organic tea in the dining room and her long list of unfinished school business on the telephone. DEDE O'LEARY leaves, if she ever decides to come, her Opel parked in the driveway pointed towards N.H. -- but not for long! ANNA REPPUCCI leaves her wire hair brush to anyone with the frizzies. BERTHA RODRIGUEZ leaves her definition of what a mental retard is to Thiele and her free singing lessons and twelve cases of ketchup to Susie Djinivis. CASSIE SAM PAS leaves her bruised knees, broken glasses, and broken fingers to Martha Williams. GLENNA SCANNELL leaves her 442 to the junkman. ELAINE SHERMAN leaves her escape manual to Honey Hirsch. MOLLY SMITH leaves her taped Poetry classes to Missy Owens and posterity. KRIS TIKELIS leaves Peaches' calling cards on the rugs. 29 CLASS DAY PROGRAM CLUB CUPS . FIELD HOCKEY ... ... CAE VOLLEYBALL .... ... CAE BASKETBALL .... ... CAE INDIVIDUAL AWARDS BADMINTON TENNIS ........ FIELD HOCKEY AWARDS SOFTBALL .... .... C AE KICKBALL ....... .... C AE BADMINTON .... .... C AE . . . . Joanne Dawson ... . . . Rained Out CAE KAVA D. Demoulas H. Holihan J. Leroux M. Burliss H. Hirsch J. Coughlin M. Bills E. Healey H. Seiler D Robinson P. Mangiavis L. Caddell A. Reppucci Rodriguez A. Gregorio K. Tikelis J. Dawson Wilson M. Williams D. Dickenson P. Gudritz Scannell M. Rynne P. Balkas M. Smith Tennyson E. Balkas E. Eichorn C. Sampas O'Leary K. Kelly B. Almeida D. Thiele Manager - J. Emerson Manager - M. Owens CAE-KAVA BASKETBALL AWARDS 1 CAE KAVA G. Scannell . Thiele E. Healey J. Leroux H. Seiler Sampas M. Williams E. Balkas P. Gudritz Reppucci M. Rynne P. Balkas J. Dawson Robinson A. Gregorio L. Caddell H. Holihan McWilliams S. Hill M. Bills Manager - K. Tikelis RH AWARDS CAE KAVA J. Dawson Sampas L. Caddell P. Gudritz Scannell E. Healey H. Holihan Seiler M. Rynne A. Reppucci D. Thiele M. Williams ROGERS HALLBASKETBALLTEAM I Uniforms Sweaters V ' J . V ' P. Gudritz A. Gregorio army I army M. Williams E. Balkas M. Rynne 1141 Caddell 1112 J. Dawson P. Balkas M. Williams 1130 Sampas 1135 H. Seiler L. Caddell G. Scannell114 Healey 1124 E. Healey D. Thiele ' J. Dawson 113 Thiele 1121 P. Gudritz 1115 Gregorio 1111 H. Seiler 1142 Balkas 1134 A. Reppucci 1122 Balkas 1110 CAE - KAVA Songs H- Holihan 313 SENIOR CEREMONIES Welcome ............ Susan Hill, President Prophecy ........... read by Martha Bills Will ............. read by Anna Reppucci Undergraduate Song to the Seniors ..... Senior Class Song 30 ADDRESS: , 'fl COMMENCEMENT AWARDS AND HONORS - 1973 Dr. Ralph D. Rutenber President, National Association of Principals of Schools for Girls UNDERHILL HONOR Diane Farmer HELEN HILL AWARD Anna Reppucci HILDRED RAMSAY AWARD Glenna Scannell ART AWARD Deirdre O' Leary MARTHA HOWELL CRINNION - SOCIAL STUDIES AWARD Leanne Caddell DRAMATICS AWARD Martha Bills ATH LETIC AWARD Glenna Scannell KATHARINE WHITTEN MacGAY LITERARY PRIZE Undergraduate: Julie Coughlin 31 All the beautiful sentiments in the world weigh less than a single lovely action. James Russell Lowell ACTIVITIES Would I ever be caught with an 4 H,-,,.L 7 O o A X , t. ,. Two years at R. H. W -.,,,,.-. g I v 33 I use the camera to hold up my hand... ' WN -1,4 But Meester Bills, Iwould never cut classes! 6' Front: Reppucci Cvice-pres.J, Holihan Jpres.J Seated: Woodman, Dawson, Wilson, Seiler, Gudritz, Emerson 3rd row: Thiele, Sherman, Sampas, Robinson, Rodriquez, Tennyson 4th row: Scannell, Demoulas, Hirsch, O'Leary. ng A Our Father, who art... 34 Super Jocks Now, would I hurt you? Hot Seats Q-is arg K 1 af' Sez who? Grrr! She'll never notice the blotches dl P'- ,i-.1-.f' Front: Bills lPres.Dg Caddell fVice-pres.D Seated: Tatelman, P. Balkas, Healey, Rynne, Leroux, Williams Jrclrow: Dickenson, Almeida, Cowain, Owens, Gregorio, Tikelis, E. Balkas 4th row: Djinivis, Mangiavis, Fenick, Eichorn, Hill 35 XM, f ,, .. A hm, ,W - K z If ' 1 2' ,Q-.w,v'...,w,f wwf' .-13-1-.' f z 2 ,. 'v,,,?,!1m ' -.Q W' ,f mi 1 33' +ff,?2v,w. My V 'NEWS f . 4 f ' ' aff f f ww ' w cj ' f ' N f 'lm JU, V 42? J 1 ,WWW . f ' ' ,if Relief? 1 ,x-W 'U?J x Q . V -'Q w A w M' .2 ' 'E-fswgm ,, rf fx giwv- -w-2.1512 V 1 I. 2sg ff4fmf x X . , .. ' fr? . 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'E ,ffqff f' ' Q jf X A fiflfgj I .. 1 z V A 4 X if 1 4 X NgN55',m K f I V lxf X The Lesson George Rocco was seven years old and attended the Greenwood Center School in Tale Glen, Arizona. Unlike the other children in his class, George lacked pre-school insturction be- cause of a serious illness when he was five. This loss made the adjust-ment to first grade very difficult for him. George was shy and felt uneasy with other children. As a result, he had no friends and was often taunted. However, George's lonely condition didn't last too long. lt was only a matter of days before he was on his way home with a note of suspension. George had been out at recess in his usual corner when it happened. The other children were involved in a rock throwing contest inspired by Joseph Bull. The target was an old oak tree at the far end of the yard. Unfortunately, the teacher's car obstructed the view of the target. Just as Joe was ready to throw the rock, he caught sight of George. Hey George, he shouted, you big sissy. Bet you couldn't hit a barn door a foot in front of you. When George paid no attention, Joe gave up and proceeded to throw the rock which swerved and smashed the car window. All the boys looked in amazement at what Joe had done. Then they began to run. Joe took off because he knew that Mr. Jones would be coming to investigate the crash. George, still in his corner, was in shock and couldn't move. Just then, Mr. Jones came around the cor- ner and saw the broken window. He advanced on George. What did you do to the window, George? George couldn't say anything. He was paralyzed with fright. f'Young man, l am talking to you. Did you break the window, and if so why? Mr. Jones's voice seemed to get louder and louder. But George couldnlt reply. ln exasperation Mr. Jones took George by the hand and led him into his office. There, after further efforts to get George to talk, Mr. Jones wrote a suspension note and sent George home. George would never forget his slow journey home. When he got there, his mother was in her favorite chair watching T.V. Hello, George. Aren't you home early? How was school today? asked Mrs. Rocco. I have something for you. said George, very scared. He then handed her the note. His mother didn't know what it was at first, but as she read it, her face grew white with anger. Why did you break the window? his mother asked furiously. I - l didn't do it, Mom. George blurted out. Don't lie to me, son. l know you did it because otherwise they wouldn't have sent this note home to me. Now why did you break the window? asked Mrs. Rocco, getting more and more angry. George didn't answer her this time, so his mother sent him to his room until his father came home. At 7:00 that knight, George's father came home from work. Mrs. Rocco called George to come down and talk to his father. When George walked into the room, his father had the note of suspension in his hand. Sit down, son, and tell me what happened. Mr. Rocco said. George sat down directly facing his father. I didnlt do it, Dad. said George rather soft- ly. Now, George, l'm ashamed of you. l thought I'd brought you up to respect me. Why won't you tell your father the truth? demanded his father. But, Dad, it wasn't me, said George, almost bursting into tears. You can go to your room now, and please don't come out until you're ready to admit your mistakefi George slowly went up to his room where he lay huddled on his bed, confused and un- sure of what to do next. Sometime later, he heard his parents go onto their room. lt was then that he made his decision. J He got up and knocked softly on his father's door. Come in, he heard his father say. George opened the door. His hands were shaking and he felt a little sweaty all over. ls there something you want to tell us? asked his mother. Yes. l'm sorry I broke the window. It was a mistake. I won't do it again, said George. Then his father came to him, picked him up, and carried him to his bed. You don't ever have to be afraid to tell the truth to your parents, his father said. We will never punish you for telling the truth because honesty is the most important thing a little boy can learn. Diana Demoulas '74 44 You,re a Big Boy Now Remember the days when you'd wake up to the smell of bacon and eggs And spend the morning crawling under porches, climbing trees, And fishing for sunnies with your brother? And when you'd fall off your swingset and scrape your elbow Your mommy would kiss it and give you a Bullwinkle band-aid? Life was one big bowl of pitted cherries. Well. you're on your own now. punk. You've finally flown the old proverbial nest. There's no more Mommy to dry your tears And no more breakfast waiting for you You'd look silly under a porch and you've lost your touch for climbingtrees. lt's up to you now. and you're scared senseless. You've got five bucks in your pocket and it's only Tuesday. Your landlady wants the rent flast week's rentl. lt would be so easy to go home... Or would it? Martha i Bills '73 45 i ti ll -l I I t I y . i , x 1 t s What is Time? Can you hold it? Can you see it? Are you sure it is there? Yet we all live by it, work by it, and even dream by it. When you're happy, it seems to run away to spite you. When you're sad, it hangs around and adds to your misery. Why can't we control it? All we can do is measure it? Yet what good can that do? Diane Farmer '73 46 Z at Before the Storm The sun squints through a blanket of clouds. The eye slowly closesg around it, wispy strands weave themselves into a grayish mass. This mass seems to be hurrying to reach some mysterious destination. The air is strange and cool, for our fiery furnace has been barricaded from us. There is a hint of salvation - but lt's the last hole being mended. And suddenly... A piercing white sword, the thundering clashes of Hell, and lnfinity's aquatic gates open. Judv Emerson '73 V ll- Flight The year is 1984 and the place is in western China, now heavily policed by government troops. No one either comes into or leaves the country alive. It is a year of change. Nothing can stop the nation's progress now that the Communists are firmly in command. After all, why would anyone want to rebel? Tight control is beneficial to all the people. Who dares say that the Progress is beneficial to only those in control? Before the movement, China had been a place of peace and tranquility, where people could do as they pleased. Of course, edu- cation was limited, poverty was widespread, and Progress,' was little. Now China is a place of turmoil where the only important factors are Progress and obedience to the rules of the master plan that makes Progress possible. Yen Wang was a peasant farmer who, all his life, had dreamed of freedom and riches in other lands. Before the government reform, the people had been able to leave and reenter the country as they pleased. Yen's father had traveled as far as the United States on a government job and had seen how Western nations live. Because of this job, he had been much more edu- cated and wealthy than most of his neighbors. Yet, after the reform, even the richest fell into a kind of poverty known as equal distribution of wealth. Yen had grown up in a Chinese commune with his mother, father, and three sisters. When he reached the age of fourteen, his father died, leaving Yen with the responsibility of the family household. Yen hated every minute of the kind of life hewas forced to lead. He hated getting up at five in the morning when the sky was still dark and going to the fields where he worked till sundown. He hated his constant fear of being late, for which he would be beaten. The government did not tolerate several things: hindering Progress , speaking distastefully of reform, and tardiness. Yen disliked the way the government treated him. He wanted to be an individual, to be able to express himself like the Americans of whom his father told him many stories. He knew, of course, that his discontent was dangerous. Any- one who sought freedom and was caught would be severely punished or killed. Yen had many friends who felt the same as he. They disliked being treated like automatons, yet they weren't educated enough to know about other possible ways of life. They were too scared to revolt, to fight for their freedom. After years of dreaming about his independence, Yen decided to act. He held a secret meeting with five of his closest friends inside a small de- serted church. located on the edge of the commune. At the meeting, Yen proposed his plans. I asked you all here tonight to discuss a plan to which I've given much thought. Many of you complain secretly to me of the repression of the communist movement, yet none of you in any way resist its command. Each time one of you is asked to resist, you run away like a sick chicken, scared and shaking. Yes, cried one of the friends, I run away like a sick chicken because I know the power of their weapons and don't want to feel them on my flesh. What is the plan? asked another. And how do you think you can carry it out without getting killed? You are a fool, Yen, and value your life very little. I admit I am scared of their power, . I also value my life, and I have seen people writhe with the pain of their torturef, cried Yen's best friend, Chung Lin. I do not say I am not scared, but this is not the way our country used to be, and I have chosen to leave and to search for a better homeland, replied Yen. And, my dear Yen, how do you expect to get to the border and past the guards - fly? No, Chung. We would walk. It is fifty miles to the border, as you can see by this map my father gave me. He pointed out their location. We would travel by night in order not to get caught by the patrols. When we reach the border, we will wait until the guards are relaxed, then run for it. It would be hard for the guards to see us in the dark. You are all my closest friends, and I am asking you to come with me so that you can share my happiness of freedom. But no matter what you decide, I will go either with companions or alone. Do what you wish. Yen, it is a fool's plan. The border is probably too heavily guarded for one person to get 47 through, never mind six of us. You know I would be the first to go, but I have a family. I would not leave them behind, alone and helpless, for my selfish dreams. I will have to say 'no' and I advise the rest of you to do the same, replied Chung. It was obvious that everyone agreed with Chung by the looks on their faces, sympathetic yet frightened. I thank you all for coming tonight. I ask only for your secrecy until my departure, which will be tomorrow night. It is important that no one knows of my plans except you few or I will surely be caught and killed. They all agreed and left the church, their grim faces looking as if they knew Yen's fate. On the next day, Yen went to the fields as usual at five o'clock. While he worked, he thought of how he would tell his family. He couldn't just run out on them without an explanation. He prayed they would understand. When he got home Lee Wong was there waiting outside. He, one of the five friends at the meeting, had decided he wanted to go. He offered no explan- ation, just that he wanted to go. Yen told him to wait and he quickly entered the house. 'flvlotherl Sisters! Come here, I have something to tell you. What is it, Yen? asked his mother, hurrying into the room with the girls close behind. I have to explain something to you all and I hope you will understand. I must leave to- night. Leave? What are you saying, Yen? Where are you going? asked his mother. I am going to find freedom, Mother. I cannot stand another day of farming, of being told what to do every minute of my life. Remember the stories Father used to tell of other coun- tries where people are free and allowed to do whatever they want? Well, I am going to search for one of those places. And I ask only for your forgiveness and blessing. I must go. You are undertaking a very dangerous journey, my son, and if I could stop you, I would. But l am old and tired. If you must go, then go quickly. Your sisters and I will get along some- how. I give you my blessing. Thank you, Mother. lf I find my freedom, someday I will come back to get you and my sisters to bring you to my dream. And to his sisters he said, I will expect you to take care of our mother until I am able to come back. Goodbye, my family. L'Goodbye, Yen, they cried. Outside, he met Wong, and they started on their difficult journey. They felt confident, for they had enough food and water for several days, and they were young and strong. They traveled miles by night and rested in secluded, well-covered areas by day. Gn the fourth day Wong fell ill. On the fifth, he died. He had been bitten by the blue ring- tailed snake, and though Yen tried, there had been no way to relieve his agony. Yen's grief and guilt were unbearable, but he had to go on. He could not give up now. On the sixth night, the border guards were in sight. Yen studied the pattern of their movements and waited for the right moment to run for it. When he ran, he ran hard with a lifetime of determination in his heart. As he scaled the fence that marked the border, flood lights flashed and he saw the guns pointed at him. He saw no more. Yenls father had not told him of the flashing lights. Joanne Dawson '75 The Beginning Winding down an endless road The colors from lights flashing On wet pavement Wondering and thinking Twisting 'round curves Lightning streaks guiding the way I disappear into the lonely night And my thoughts return to you Honey Hirsch '74 48 It Is Time... Mommy and Daddy l love you. And l know you love me. But now l must move away from It is time for me to be free. I have been so very happy here. But now it is time for me to go. As much as l want to stay near. Here l can no longer grow. Daddy. l am growing up now Despite your attempts to save me. lt had to happen somehow, Won't you please let me be free? Mommy. you've worked so hard To bring me up right. Now please let down you guard. Don't hold on so tight. Please don't ever forget, As parents sometimes do. No matter how far away I get. l will always love you. you Cassandra Salnpas 73 '?'s One day while sitting alone, l began thinking about everything. Some things were beautiful - Some were not. But l thought about everything. When will everything come to an end? l can't give myself an answer. lt isn't a very hard question, Why can't I answer it? Maybe l'm not the only one who Maybe l can ask someone else. But will he know? l guess everything is a question. What do you think? 49 wants to know. Glenna Scannell '73 Freshman Commentary School, School, School- My head is spinning And feeling light So much homework My schedule's a fright Get so nervous I sometimes fight How tragic l wish l were magic- Jill Tatelman '76 From the diary of a Poetess There I was listening to the buzz coming from the bee planning to sting ME! So, l climbed up a tree but the bee followed me and l fell from the tree and landed in the grass! There l was with a sting in my rump. Dede Wilson '75 Spooky Spooky is as black as coal with yellowish-green eyes that glow like a burning twig in the night. Her paws are little white booties. She's the great and mighty huntress that slinks along and leaps upon her prey. At times she's quieter than a mouse, but at other times, as noisy as a crying baby. Spooky hisses and spits like an angry snake. lf Spooky is startled, she will run like a cheetah, but if she's just walking in the yard, she totters like an old lady. In the summer, she soaks in the sun's rays, and in the winter, quivers in a snowdrift in our back yard. The kitchen is the warmest room in the house, and Spooky enjoys bathing herself in front of our old-fashioned fireplace. When she finishes washing herself, she will watch the dancing flame until she slowly sinks into sleep. At Christmastime, Spooky frolicks about with our tree ornaments and loves to play with string. lf we happen to have a ball of yarn lying around, before you know it, it will be all over the room with Spooky in the middle, thrashing about with her claws in the air. Cat-nip makes her act like an old drunk. Sometimes she'll dump her milk bowl over, then become little Miss Innocent and ask for more. All in all, Spooky is a pretty interesting cat. the best we've ever had. Ellen Eichorn '76 50 Haiku Prejudice pointless destruction Forgive people for what they can't help Crystal Nights Crystal nights with snowballs of love Glazed trees with hazy eyes g White topped mountains with laughter and fun Snow-melted days Freedom with memories of you Today's dream oftomorrow Hom,-V Hffffh i 74 Wide open space of nothing Never Joanne Dawson '75 Advice From A Dreamer dreams hold tight to them for if dreams die life is a bird that cannot fly Dede O'Leary '73 The Search Those born with a strong will to survive, A deep respect for all living things, And a great need and love of the land Are born to seek freedom, To live their own way of life, And someday they shall find it. I hope l am one. Martha Bills '73 'X 5l new I AD FU i On Getting an M.A. You sigh, yes, you have passed the test And though you're suffering drain, They say you've done your very best But it seems to have been in vain. No one wants to employ you ln fact, you're fired now. WoolWorth's has rejected you With a Masters, you wonder how? With half-closed eyes you moan and rave Of how it was a nightmare But when they lay you in your grave That credit will look good there! Julie Coughlin '75 53 The Return When I first saw the sign, it appeared to be worn and barely readable. I figured the weath- er and years had dulled the bright red letters that had been so clear when I last left Lochearn. Memories began to come clearer and clearer with each step I took down the shadowed road. I remembered all the team meets, and how rewarding it had been to win and how depressing to lose. I remembered the Sunday camp fire hills so pretty and inviting. And I'll never forget how much trouble we used to give the counselors when they made us put on our hats with the little red feather. The people I met at Lochearn were the most unforgettable part of camp. Each was unique, and they all cared about camp life. I had grown up with these people, but soon after we left camp eight years ago, our correspondence ended. I never was much of a letter writer, and it was years since I had heard from those old summer friends. This was my first return visit to Lochearn and I could hardly contain my excitement. As l walked farther down the familiar road, I noticed several changes. Trees had been cut down, almost making the area look bare, and the stable was gone. It probably had fallen under the pressure of those rough Vermont winters. I was nearing the end of the road now, and the closer I got, the faster I walked, until I was running. The sub-senior lodge was the first building I saw. I expected to see Lochearn Lassies Csmall campersj hurrying to their activities and obviously having a good time. ,Instead I was met with emptiness. All the cabins, the dining hall and office had disappeared. The lodge was the only survivor, and on its door a sign read For Sale. I was shocked. What had happened to Lochearn? Where had it gone? l went around frantically looking for some familiar face or place but there was nothing except the lodge, the lake, and a few ducks by the shore. The grass had not been cared for in a long time. In some places it reached my hips! Camp Lochearn had died and so had a little part of me. The memories were all I had left because I could never visit Lochearn again. It didn't exist any more. I should have returned sooner. A Joanne Dawson '75 54 Life As A Hickory Tree Life was new and exciting when I was young. Once I got out of the ground and into the air, life was a whole new experience with the nippy winds of fall, the fluffy snow flakes of winter, the gentle, cool breezes of spring. and the hot burning rays of summer. ln the spring, squirrels and raccoons crawled in and out of the hole in my side. In the summer. the birds perched themselves on my branches and sang their cheerful songs. It was fun to grow taller and taller. When l had gained several inches, I saw more than I had ever seen before. I grew more and saw more with every year. But, all too soon, l had reached a certain age when I started to lose interest in the world. I mean, I was old, and I didn't even grow or have as many leaves or nuts any more. Seasons just seemed to roll in and roll out, and all that happened to me was that my branches fell off one by one. All I have left is to wait until I slowly and completely fall apart. Ellen Eichorn '76 55 Slope Saga Everyone at the lodge was cheered by the prospect of good skiing conditions. The two couples, Fred and Caroline Johnson and Harry and Linda McGlennon, had planned this trip for weeks, but each time had had to cancel due to lack of snow. Now, after two days of waiting at the lodge for the forecast to be fulfilled, they saw the first flakes begin to fall. As the snow accumulated, Harry and Linda decided they could wait no longer. They urged their friends to get their equipment and go out to the slopes with them. However, Caro- line wanted to wait until the snow subsided. They were a great pair -- Caroline and Freder- ick -- but appeared to be too concerned with their health. l'm really not feeling too well, Freddy. I might catch cold in the wet snow. Maybe l should stay behind today. Fred agreed with her, saying, l'll stay with you, since the snow looks as if it will fall for- ever. Oh no, Freddy. I won't have you sitting around all day being bored. I won't be much company at all because l'll probably spend the day in bed resting. So, why don't you go on out for a few runs? Well, l'll see. I might end up in a quiet spot in the lounge doing some reading. O.K., Honey? MOK., Darling. Meanwhile, on the slopes, Harry and Linda had quarreled. They quarreled often. Harry was a strong-willed young man, and Linda had been used to getting her own way since her spoiled childhood. She was the only child of a wealthy businessman and Harry had married the boss's daughter. Lindals father had died the year before and now Harry handled Linda's estate. The quarrel began when Harry said, Hurry up, Linda. I want to get more than one run down Skull Bone Trail. You've got to be insane, Harry, if you think either of us is going down that trail. lt's a good trail only if you want to kill yourself. Oh, come on. What are you -- chicken? Just my luck to end up with a wife who's a spoil- sport and yellow to boot. Thatls right, and there's nothing you can do about it. l'm going down La Petite Chemin. Are you coming? No! I They parted? and went their separate ways. A little while later though, Harry started, via the path by La Petite Chemin, to go back to the lodge. The falling snow had been too much for him at Skull Bone Trail. Ahead of him, Harry was surprised to catch sight of Fred. Just as he was about to shout, he froze in his tracks, for Fred had taken out a gun. A shot rang out, as Fred sped away down the mountain. Terrifying rumbling and quaking sounds filled the air. Harry took only a minute to realize what was happening and he too raced away to safety. The shot had started an avalanche. At the lodge, reports filtered in from the ski patrols. An unknown number of people had been buried alive. Anxious relatives waited in an agony of suspense. One of the first bodies to be brought in was Linda's. Harry was stunned. He couldn't get it out of his head that they had quarreled in their last hour together. His remorse and grief seemed real. But as the commotion at the lodge increased, he became panicky. Suppose there was an investigation. Would anyone believe that he was not somehow implicated in Frederick's crime? He, after all, had a motive -- he was not getting along with his rich wife. And what was Fred's game? They hadn't had a chance to talk. The continuing snow made him even more nervous. If it didn't stop soon, they would be stuck here for days. Caroline too was very upset. Linda had been a close friend. She had retreated to the bedroom of their suite. The only one who seemed to be keeping his head was Frederick. How can you keep so calm, Fred? asked Harry. I'm all nerves. I feel as if l'm buried alive. I want to get out of here. 56 Take it easy, Harry. You have nothing to worry about. They're used to these road condi- tions around these parts. The plows will get us out of here in no time. Everything will work out. No questions asked. O.K.?,' Listen, Fred, I happened to witness what you did up on that mountain. I'm afraid they'll think l'm part of whatever you're up to, so I'm not saying a word. But what about Caroline? What about her? Well, what if she finds out how it really happened? Then what? l'll take care of her. She's the least of our worries. What do you mean 'our worries'? This mess is your doing. I'm not having any part of it. lt's too late now, Harry. You're involved. I've made you part of it. Everyone knows that you and Linda weren't hitting it off. If you keep quiet, no one will suspect you in an Accident like this, and then we collect. My cut is 75fZy of the insurance. You get the business. My God! exclaimed Harry. You're incredible! When did you dream up this nightmare? Relax and pretend nothing has happened. I'll go down to the lobby to check what's hap- pening. Fred turned to leave the room... I know what you're up to. Don't try to deny that you know what happened up there. And now. I know. It was Caroline. She had been standing at the bedroom door long enough to hear every- thing. Harry was frightened. He was certain she would call in the police. Frederick approached Caroline. Don't come near me. I'll call the police. Be sensible, Caroline. said Fred soothingly. Even if what you think you heard were true, you can't prove it. The police would learn about your frequent illnesses and think you were just upset over the death of your friend. Why don't you go back into the bedroom and get some rest? The snow will prevent anyone from coming or going for some time. You just wait. Iill tell them. You can be sure of that. Caroline locked herself in the bedroom and did not reappear for the rest of the day. Harry spent most of the time pacing like a madman. Frederick gave up trying to calm him down and went down to the lobby to keep in touch with the latest developments. By midnight, an inspec- tor from the nearby police department got through to the lodge. He gathered everyone in the lobby for questioning about the tragedy -- everyone except Caroline. After calling the roll from the hotel register he asked, Does anyone know where Caroline Johnson is? I think she's in her room. I left her there earlier today. She was very upset and I told her to lie down. answered Fred. Everyone stay here. I'll go get her. There was no answer when the inspector knocked on Caroline's door. Throwing his weight against the door, he burst into the room. Caroline looked as if she were asleep on the bed. The inspector tried to wake her. She did not respond. Caroline was dead. When the news reached the lobby, Harry went wild. 'sYou did it, Fred. You and your mad idea. Why did I have to get involved? Why couldn't l have gone with Linda and been killed? He tried to get hold of himself, but to no avail. Now, you're going to get what's coming to you before you get me. The gun in his hand waved threateningly. You thought I was just someone you could use. Well, I'll show you. And he pulled the trigger again and again. The gun fell from his hand as he dropped to his knees sobbing. The inspector went to him and led him away. Gs L6 SG Anna Reppucci '73 57 Pattern Yesterday, I was a black man. I walked and I walked and I walked some more. Today, I am a black man. I walk and I walk. and I walk some more. Tomorrow, I will still be a black man. I will walk and I will walk and I will walk some more. Maybe, I will find something. Anna Reppucci '73 Sonnet: On Psychological Adjustment Neurotic child, recall your Wicked id. Your superego's working on part-time. You must remember Hedonism's bid Cannot be carried far into your prime. A man named Sigmund Freud one summer's day Unlatched Pandora's psychiatric box And let more ids than egos out to play Before he once again secured the locks. Now everyone's concerned about his drives, The couch, the analyst, libido-land, And each new trauma brings a case of hives, Since now the whole thing's gotten out of hand. With all your instincts, symbols, drives, and guile-- Be glad that you're neurotic and just smile. Julie Coughlin '75 l- X- 59 9-Us fix? 0 Christmas with Charlie They were to see Santa Clause, as planned, after her mother came out of the store. Now she sat in the big back seat of the black car waiting and thinking of Christmas morning, and presents, old toys never quite old enough to throw away, and new dolls which, if they were lucky, might one day join those celebrated ranks. Robert was standing, boots polished to match the shine of the car, stark still before the fender on the sidewalk side, ready to open the door for Madame. Nancy never understood about that word Madame, because she always called the pretty lady Mummy, and everyone else called her Doris. There was a man long ago who lived in their house, and he had called her Darling, but that was almost too long to remember now, and it made Nancy sad somehow to think of it. Nancy sat on the edge of the seat and stared, a little impatiently, through the car window and the glass door of the store, wondering just how long Santa Claus would wait for the pret- ty lady to finish buying. If she didn't hurry he might leave without knowing what to bring tonight, on Christmas Eve. There were so many, many wonderful things Mummy had told her she would find under the tree after the reindeer had made their brief stop. New toys and a bride doll. A party dress just like the one -- better than the one -- Mary Ann had worn to her birthday party last month. A new coat to match Mummy's, with her name in the lining too, and like Mummy's, a fur hat to match. She knew Santa would drop something off for everyone else too, which was nice. Something expensive for Mummy, a gift for Robert the chauffeur, and one for Marie, Mummy's maid. Maybe perfume. Marie loved perfume. Nancy didn't ever want to wear perfume, because sometimes she thought the liquid from the bottles on Marie's table caused the maid to smell a trifle strong. But whenever Nancy noticed, Mummy always said, Well, Marie's a maid. Then Nancy guessed her mother must have told Marie to stop using so much perfume, because she always noticed Marie never smelled that way again for a while. She didn't talk much either. With a sigh, Nancy put her hands on top of the front seat and lifted herself to peek at the clock. lt was going to be too late for Santa Claus if Mummy didn't hurry, because he stopped seeing people when the store closed at five o'clock, and went back to his workshop. Today was her last chance, and if she missed him it would be a terrible, terrible Christmas. CAt seven years old, there are just a few things that can make a young lady become impatient, but an appointment with Santa Claus is most definitely one of them.J Nancy opened the car door, stepped onto the sidewalk and started for the store. No, no, Miss Nancy, Robert cautioned. Your mother said you should wait in the car while she tries on her dresses, and she'll be right out. Now she's been gone but half an hour, and any minute now she'll come along. Then you'll see Santa Claus. Now you get back inside where it's warm. f'Oh, please Robert, itis so late, and he'll leave and I'll never get to see him. And you won't get anything either. Please go get Mummy, tell her to hurry. No, Miss Nancy, I can't go inside there. They put this sidewalk out here for me to wait on, and here l wait. You too. Now, come on. I want an apple. That man has jillions of apples over there, and l've got a nickel. l'll buy one. You come right back now, when you get that apple! By that time, Nancy was in front of the man with the jillions of apples, nickel in hand, palm upright, ready to buy. I want an apple please. He was very old, expecially for a young man, and his face was covered with the biggest moustache she had ever seen on anybody. His eyes were red, sort of, and he wore a funny hat. His coat must have been very old, for it was ripped in lots of places and kind of stringy at the ends of the sleeves. Like the one the man wore who had called her Mummy Darling, and she always used to scold him for wearing it. Take your pick, my child. You are a very pretty little girl, and you may choose any apple on the stand. My Mummy is late, and we're supposed to see Santa Claus today, to tell him what to bring to our house for Christmas. And if she doesn't come soon, we'll miss him. I wish she'd hurry up. lf you've been a very good girl, said the man with the stringy sleeves, you may get your 60 first Christmas present now. You may have one of my apples for a gift. But don't be impa- tient and want your mother to hurry, because if you've been really good you'll surely get lovely things for Christmas. I will? Without telling Santa Claus what I want? Without telling Santa Claus what you want. Then how will he know? You'll get the things that mean the most, if you deserve them. I don't understand you, said Nancy. . You will someday. I hope. Take an apple. That one? I'll slice it down the middle for you. Here. Thank you. Oh, look! It isnlt any good. It has a big brown spot, and a hole that goes way down inside, sorrowed the little girl. Not any good? Here, put it down, said the stringy strange man. Now watch. You may be surprised. They watched. And while they were looking, two feelers poked out from the cavernous tunnel. They were attached to a kind of brown knob-head, which followed the feelers, and then two legs took a strong grip on the edge of the cavity and hoisted some of the rest of whatever it was out onto the apple where it stopped for a moment, as if to look around. The creature paused only a fraction of a second, and then continued down the side of the apple to wherever it was going. Once it changed its mind, turned around and started back into the tunnel, perhaps a little cold from the chilly Christmas wind. Then another unexpected about-face and it stop- ped llat -- looking directly up at the four intent eyes watching. The girl had never seen anything like it -- a whole big thing made out of a brown color, a knob-head, and a great many legs. It was very active, too, feelers vibrating and legs moving incessantly. Almost business-like. The creature moved again, this time down the side of the apple and onto the clean white paper plate where the man had put the apple. There it came to a thoughtful stop. What is it? the girl asked. You mean WHO is it, corrected the man. Who is it? Charlie, Do you know him? I just met him, said the man, but I know him now. Does he LIVE in there? Well, he used to, but now that the apple's picked and sold and sliced and turning brown, it looks like he'll have to find a new home. Aren't you going to squash him? the little girl queried No, why should I? - He's a WORM! He's awful! answered the well-brought-up child. f'Not at all. And don't say things like that, you'll hurt his feelings. He's Charlie, the Friend- Iy Worm. How can a worm be friendly? They ruin things and they're awful. Look close, my girl. He's smiling at us. Worms don't smile. He is NOT smiling at us. You aren't looking hard enough. I am so. He...he IS smiling! Most certainly he is smiling. declared the man. It's Christmas and welre his friends, even if he is out of house and home. Christmas is only good and real and happy when you have friends to share it with, and love and smiles. Charlie knows that. Well, where will he go? worried the girl. What is he going to do? What are WE going to do, said the man. Well, we aren't going to squash him, that's one thing we're NOT going to do, ordered Nancy. What will we do then'? Put him backj' said the girl. Oh, that house if finished. Well, I wish he could live in our house. But he can't. Mummy wouIdn't let him. I know what we'll do, said the stringy strange man. We'lI find him a new house. We'Il 6l celebrate Christmas right now, you and me and Charlie, and we'll give him his new house for a present. Don't you want an apple'?', f'Only of it's an apple with somebody in it, Nancy replied. Well, look very hard and try to find one with a brown spot and a tunnel, and if you can, that'll be an apple in which you're most likely to find somebody. The girl looked at all the apples on the stand. They're all shut, she said. Well, eat one then, said the man. I want one like Charlie's, and I want to see if there's somebody in it. Then we can put Charlie in there too, and he'll have another friend. A worm-friendf' Well, there aren't any other apples here with anybody in them. So I think we should build Charlie a new house all of his own, said the man. Here's a big shiny apple. We'll make a new house out of thatf' The man took a stub of pencil from his coat pocket and bored a hole right down to the middle of the big perfectly good red apple. There! he said with pride, and placed the new house right next to Charlie on the stand. And they both bent to look at Charlie. He's not moving, said the little girl. Still a little confused, I guess, decided the man. He's used to being inside a warm, homey apple and this is very probably his first time out. It's kind of simple, living inside an apple, and I don't suppose he really knows what to do out here. Show him, Nancy requested. The man found a solution. We,ll pick him up and put him on top of his new house. Then if we both whisper 'Merry Christmas, Charliel' he'll know we're giving it to him, and he'll go in. When the man put Charlie down on top of his new house, there was no time to say a single word. Charlie made a beeline for the tunnel and scurried inside. The little girl and the man looked at each other, then back at the doorway of Charlie's new house. It was a long time, almost a second, before anything happened. Then the feelers appeared again, as before, and the brown knob-head. But Charlie didn't come out. He just stayed in the doorway a second, looked at the little girl and the stringy man, then disappeared. I think he said 'Thank You,' considered the man. I didn't hear anything, said Nancy, but I saw him smile. She noticed something very funny. There was water in the man's eyes. Are you crying? Why are you crying? Because it's Christmas, and Charlie likes his new house, the man replied. People donlt cry at Christmas, objected the little girl. And they don't cry when they're happy, either. Yes they do, my dear, sometimes when they are very, very happy. Nancy bent over the apple, close to the hole, and whispered... Merry Christmas, Charlie! and a tear from her eye splashed onto Charlie's front porch. She was about to add that she hoped he liked his new home, when her mother came up, fast. Come on, Darling. Get away from those dirty apples, you'll get germs. We have to hurry if we're going to see Santa Claus and tell him everything we want. We'll get you a good apple to Cat later. These are good apples, said Nancy. l'And I don't think I want to eat one. Well, hurry anyway. We don't have to go, Mummy. Santa Claus will know what to bring. We need a front door for the new house. What? What new house? Oh, stop being silly, and come on? The pretty lady took Nancy's hand and scurried her away to the black car, never noticing the stringy strange man or the new house in plain view. The man felt a little, he thought, like Charlie felt outside his apple...until he heard Nancy say as the car door closed, There,s no hurry, really Mummy. We don't have to see Santa Claus at all. He WILL know what to bring, a door for the new house. Anyway, I already had Christmas, with Charlie and the man, and we gave Charlie a brand new house. We cried, and had Christmas, and we had a wonderful time. Julie Coughlin '75 62 Incident At Saginaw N672lY is a six-seater Aztec. Last summer, the four of us piled all our luggage into the plane and headed for a resort area in the northern part of Michigan. We were to attend a meeting for pilots. People were expected from all over the country. We were travelling from New York. Our course was north, over Buffalo, then on to Ontario, Canada. and then to Saginaw, Michigan, where we landed to refuel and get a light lunch. This break took about three-quarters of an hour. Then, we piled into the plane again, taxied into position, and took off. The speedometer reached 90 mph and we began to gain altitude. But suddenly... engine, the tower radioed to us, coincidence that both the tower malfunction meant was that we when he said, l'l'm going to try didn't work. The gear was still there is a fifty-fifty chance that safely, or, it could very easily go heelsf' The latter was more probable, look. ' my stomach felt full of butterflies. seatbelts as much as possible, and if we have a landing, put your laps in those pillows. We then made another pass over the tower, but the gear remained stuck. Again and again, as time and the fuel ran out, my father jerked the plane, trying to release the gear. No hope. Finally, a mechanic got on the radio to give my father instructions on how to land as a last resort. On our final approach, we had our heads in our laps and our bodies were tensed in a crouching position. Here goes, I heard my father say quietly. Suddenly, as our back wheels hit the runway, we felt the gear snap into place. We had landed safely! Slowly our heads rose from our laps. We exhaled almost in unison. Relief spread like sunshine through the cabin. Deborah Thiele '74 Why? Why are there wars? Why is there poverty? Why is there prejudice? Why is there hate? Everyoneseems to ask why, but no one seems to have an an- swer. Maybe people ask why because they are interested. Still, they never seem to do much about it because they are lazy and want a perfect world only if someone else does the work. Ev- eryone is involved with himself and his own problems and too busy to solve the world's problems. So these problems will be around a long time until people realize that if they want peace, equality, and brotherly love in this world, everyone has to work at it not just a few people. Eugenia Balkas '74 63 Of Disturbance Darkness... Awakening me From my sleep Of thoughts - Flashing way Through the darkness Of my mind -- Catching me ln the faraway Essence of my dreams That had never moved Beyond my mind 'Til light came to pry... The Garden Sitting green in darkness Your petals are my love A Love Poem I thought of you as I would of a friend. l spoke to you as I would to a friend. l laughed with you as I would with a friend. I felt for you as I have never felt for a friend. You could not. I Limited Kindness My friend was a heaven once But now I see her as another Judas Afraid to walk naked before me Yet always demanding that I unveil. Eileen Healey '74 64 Text Let not the darkness of the night bear heavily upon you Neither let the emptiness which is in your heart oppress you But rather rejoice at the dawning of each new day. Marvel at the beauty of an orange revolution Slowly setting before your eyes at dusk. And await, in joyful anticipation, the day When we will, once more, be together. As I Stare Out My Window As I stare out my window watching the rain Many thoughts come to mind, Awakening from their long sleep ln the folds of my memory. Thoughts which lean toward the negative And those which lean toward the positive. lt's strange how thoughts such as these Emerge from the mind And lay themselves out on paper. Michele Owens '74 Marion McWilliams '74 65 Separation In the petal ofthe rose And in the stir of evening breeze, ln the mist of early morn And in the grandeur of the trees, ln the twitter of the birds And in the thicket dense with bloom, ln the quiet of the night And in the crescent of the moon -- You are there. Julie Coughlin '75 Echoes in the grey dusk the songs i hear come to me from a hole in the past, from the depths of the sea, where i could be. shrouded in bitterness, i sweep away the dust of wilderness in wilderness i lay in the growing morning light and perceive the sober scape of malice, whining away, a lunatic to a liar, it cries responses deeper than we know, or have any right to know in its laboring flight. Julie C oughlin '75 Sounds of the Sea My favorite sounds are of the sea at night. By the sea, at night, you can hear the salty, dark blue-green ocean roar- ing. You can hear the waves pounding against the shore, smashing the sand castles, and bearing small jewels like coral, seaweed, and delicate shells from the depths of the sea. ln the night, you must imagine the white caps, but you can hear the huge waves rolling in from a great distance. This is what I call blind beauty. Diane Robinson '76 Cycle From seed to flesh to dust, a wrangling, tumultuous labyrinth As light will come with life, so love will come with light. Hallway of stone Wall of ice From whence we came, so shall we Return. Julie Coughlin '75 67 . . .beautiful music A symphony in which all the notes are in perfect harmony A song of truth and sincerity and peace The youthful flings of the flute and the passionate beat of the tympani Dissonance... followed by sweet tunes once again Naturally We are... Juafv Emerson '73 69 SPLINTERS Northeast Gffset, Inc. 260 BILLERICA ROAD-ROUTE 129 CHELMSFOFID, MASSACHUSETTS 01824 TELEPHONE 16171 256-9939 OWNERS! MANAGER! JOSEPH S. ALNIEIDA HERBERT SILYA MARY ,LOUZ ALNIQEIDA 1 LUXURY - GARDEN - EFFICIENCY SPACIOUS AND PLEASANT 2121 WEST MAIN VROAD PORTSMOUTH, RHODE ISLAND 02871 INDUSTRIAL and DOMESTIC PLUMBING and HEATING JOSEPH E. STAVELEY CO. Jvounan gtaualsy, Residence Business 17 Churchill Rd. 490 Chelmsford Sl. Chelmsford, Mass. 01824 Lowell, Mass. 01851 Dial 256-0409 Dial 452-3741 70 14011 847-7608 14011 253-7714 THE BON MARCHE One of New England's Finest Department Stores SPLINTERS GRAHAM ASSOCIATES Two Cambridge Street Burlington, Mass. Compliments of CADDELL 8t BYERS Compliments Of Compliments of lOWEll PROVISION CO. PARADISE DONUTS 23 AIKEN AVENUE LOWELL, MASSACHUSETTS Telephone 455-5604 COMMERCIAL 617 459 0066 M F 10 A M f 9 P M. WAREWASHING COMpOUND3 Cl d All D YW d d Y Q- 0 v AND RELATED Pnooucrs Sc1urdoy,'l0 AM i 5 PM. ' ,t t .Jqoude of Cmceffa names. anlnssmuns. mowers Amnf, FORMALS THE W. C. BONNER CO. eo OAKLAND STREET nnum mu ima cneuasroan rms 01824 QCHELMSFORD PLAZA NEXT To MM KAI, wATERTowN, MASSACHUSETTS 02172 tem 924-021 71 SPLINTERS Compliments of WIIIPPUUIIWIIL FARMS NORTH ANDOVER, MASSACHUSETTS Compliments of MR. 81 MRS. ANDRE LEROUX Compliments of LALLAS BUICK, INC. DEMERS PLATE GLASS CO. 54 Church St. Lowell, Mass. Blanchard Charter Service, Inc. Compliments of POST OFFICE LOCKSMITH A. M. IEKNAVORIAN Tel. 452-4771 Owned And Operated By Alvin T. French 8: CHARTERED BUS SERVICE FOR ALL OCCASIONS 555 Whipple Road Tewksbury, Massachusetts 01876 Tel. 851-9863 SLATE, GRAVEL, TILE AND METAL ROOFING CORNICE AND SKYLIGHT WORK 147 Pevey Street Lowell, Moss. SPLINTERS CSQ1. 655 Boston Rd., Billerica, Mass. 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