Central High School - Aglaia Yearbook (Manchester, NH)

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l JANUARY AGLAIA Joe College By 1oHN O'LEARY In every small college there is an out- standing character-Ioe College. He is to be seen most frequently on the school campus and at the college activities. When one is attending a school dance he hears, aboutxthe middle of the evening the din of a conglomeration of noises that sounds not unlike the coffee pot boiling over, or a riveting machine hard at its task, and up into the driveway comes an automobile for is itj that has the appearance of a piece of machinery that was with Napoleon at NVaterloo. From out of the maze of signs, bells, alarm clocks, and all the other intricacies of this wonderful mess, steps the one and only loe College. Now Ioe is ,really only you or I but in a much different situation. He makes his ar- rival one that would do justice to an Emperor and he steps from his jaloppy with the pomp and dignity of ai King. As he steps from the car one can easily see his cardinal red socks and green shoes, for his pants hang about eight inches from his knees. His pride is not dampened in the least because right be- side him is his girl friend. Everyone knows Ioe for he makes it his business to know everyone. Studies are the least of his worries. Who cares whyi Hannibal crossed the Alps, or if the Greeks did have a word for any- thing? Ioe doesn't know and doesn't care. But, let some one ask him who was Miss America of 1934-35-36-37238-39, and Ioe will promptly reach into the depths of his massive racoon coat and bring forth pictures and newspaper clippings. When not busy studying he is the very essence of manhood. Lonely? Well, Ioe can fix that, for he runs a dating biureau. 15 Hungry? Well, he can fix that too by getting cut rates from Lanie, the restaurant man. I Flunking? This is an easy matter for Ioe to straighten out because it is he who has a complete collection of Trots, Ponies, and Interleavers. When it comes to getting into trouble Ioe is the artist of artists. It was upon his suggestion that the Dean should not make noise when he drinks his coffee, and through his ingenious power over freshmen a bottle of coffee with a nipple attached was consider- ately provided for the Dean's place. Whose idea was it to hang Danny Amontillado's pants on the Hag pole? None other than Ioe's. Who put the collection of twenty-four garbage receptacles in the proctor's bedroom? Well, by now you should know. Ioe is an artist for getting into trouble but not a member of that learned profession, escape artist. l Love It By ROBERT MERRILL I love to roam the countryside To smell the fragrance sweet, I love to run and jump and hide In fields of golden wheat. I love it where the sun does shine, Where nature blends with God. I love it where it's all sublime, For that's where I have trod. I love it where the snow appears With skies of darkest gray, Where frost of morn does bite our ears And speeds us on our way. I love it where the road does end, When all our dreams come true- To turn and look around each bend And see what I've been thru,

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IANUARY AGLAIA A ports Lover By ANDREW MARKS Although a cold rain was falling out- side, I was warm and comfortable in my friend,s cozy room. Having nothing else to do and wishing for a little help he suggested that we clean his room. First we went over to the corner of the room and picked up a pair of skiis and remarked with a burstful sigh that snow was welcome. We began plans for our future. We were planning to go to Mount Mansfield in Vermont for a week and we thought of the heavy equipment we would have to take. He also suggested that we start building a ski rack for the oar-a good idea that is now accomplished. After talking on this for about an hour, he got up and opened a trunk that stood next to the bed. Out of this he pulled a few pairs of boxing gloves, skates, baseball gloves, tennis balls, and baseballs. I asked him what he had the boxing gloves for and he said that he was planning to enter the Golden Gloves Boxing Tourna- ment. We each put on a pair of gloves and sparred around for a while until he let a fast one go that hit me square on the chin. This put a stop to the boxing. He took down a tennis racket that hung on the wall and after taking the press off he felt and broke two strings. But the racket was an old one and needed restringing. Next he took a baseball mitt and found that it had a large rip on the thumb. This he tried hard to mend but after breaking five or six needles he gave up and said he would have a Cobbler do it for him. It was growing late so I left him to clean the room alone. A person would not even have to say a word to this young man to find out that he loved the outdoors and sports. His room spoke for him. 17 Better Doodles By HAROLD PAGE Doodling, as you all know, is the un- conscious drawing or scribbling done by persons in an abstracted state of mind. Everyone has doodled at one time or another. Did you know that only one out of ten persons produce doodles which are correctly drawn? The number of good doodles is de- creasing rapidly each year. fHowever, this is not the fault of the doodler.j Now something must be done to remedy this condition, or soon there will be no such thing as good doodles. The newly founded Society for the Observation and Development of Doodling, of which I am the head, has drawn up a three point plan. This plan, we are sure, will restore the art of doodling to the position it rightfully should hold. First we must find what constitutes a good doodle. The environment of the doodler greatly inHuences the quality of the finished doodle. Through a nation-wide survey taken recently, the I. S. P. O. D. discovered that the best doodles are produced by persons in a bored state of mind. These doodles contain smooth, unified lines, and, as a rule, are beau- tiful to behold. We have found that the three most bor- ing atmospheres are to be found: A-During after-dinner speeches. B-In English classes. C-At lodge meetings. Now for our plan. The I. S. P. O. D. shall employ the money in the treasury to put into effect the following points: A-Institute more banquets, so there will be a greater number of after dinner speeches. B-Get school boards to lengthen the time for English periods. C-Start a campaign to increase lodge membership. These changes mentioned a- bove will take place in the near future.