Central High School - Aglaia Yearbook (Manchester, NH)

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THE ORACLE trising and shaking hands with shmanj: 'lYes, you will declare the ry same thing when the time comes. OLGA Kouiunrs A REMINDER I Strife wages o'er a wasted land, Panic, Discord dance hand in handg Terror creepeth from mouth to mouth, From dank north to marshy south, Thunderbolts lay low Village, town, and massy hold. The earth convulsed, a mighty roarg Satan in horrid majesty rides forth! II Vile seeds of Erebus do spring, To humble abode destruction bring. In wayside inn dwelt cheer, With tales bold throughout the year, Till made foul with seeping lies, Weird chants and devilish cries, O humble hearth, that sheltered in warmth, Neighbor's troubles, need, and want, Till made dark its divine light, Despoiled in carnal might. To humble head sing thy creed IO treacherous, ignoble deedfj To bloody wine doth change the stream Of lofty thought, to horrid dream, To fix in candid eye a feverish hate, To curse with loathsome fate! III Bursting nature groans in pain, Splendid figure battles in vain! Go forth, a glorious plea, Valiant Greek at Thermopylae! To stay, to stay, to kill, to die! KOIQ, gallant youth, without a sigh!j To stand alone, bleeding, torn, KOIQ, cursed day he was ever bornfj His weary head raised to the sky, Sendeth forth a piercing cry, Then in eternal rest Lies broken o'er uncovered breast! PAUL PERRAS REPORT CARDS What good are Report Cards?',--a question often put forth by a pupil. The teacher will promptly reply that the purpose of the card is to give the par- ent an idea of the grade of work that his son or daughter is doing. The pupil interprets this card as a weapon in the hands of the teachers, which is used about four times a year to arouse discord in his otherwise happy home. This card may bring down upon the unlucky offspring the wrath of his fa- ther, the well-meant advice of his mother, and the everlasting snickering and sniveling of his older brothers and sisters. Woe unto him who does not bring home a card with passing grades. He is forbidden to go to the movies. He is for- bidden to go to dances. He is forbidden to play football or baseball. He must be at his books unceasingly. He can't move away from them without hearing his mother ask him if his lessons are pre- pared, and when he is lucky enough to get to the back door without his mother's hearing him, his older sister calls out, johnny, does mother know you're go- ing out? This agony for the pupil continues for about a month and then slowly dies down. At last he is back in his old habits when those unbearable, poisonous, dzczg- tive Report Cards are again distribu:c:t in school.

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THE improved lately? He, in return, answers your queries and talks with justifiable pride about his pretty young wife and his two young children. Together you discuss the affairs of the country, voice your opinion of the President and other prominent officials, and formulate ex- tensive plans to construct Utopian gov- ernment. But what does he do off duty? You know by virtue of his job that he starts work at two in the morning. When does he sleep? This question is brought to fur- ther emphasis when you see him at a thea- tre or other public place some evening. When does he find time to be with his family? Are his habits similar to ours? CARLETON CHALMERS TENNIS When soft breezes begin to blow, the snow melts away, the grass becomes green, the birds return, and the days grow warmer and longer, what do I think of? Tennis! What joy it is to bring out the old racket reposing in the darkest corner of the closet, where it has been stored away all winter! To grasp it in my hands once again and swing it up, and hit the ball hard and swift, making it spin over the net and land on the very place at which I aimed. I-Iow I love to get up with the sun and play a couple of sets! No matter how down-hearted, how depressed I may feel, before the end of the set my spirits are up again, and all is well with this old world after all. How good the wind created by my racing feels against my cheek as I speed from one side of the court to the other. How tri- umphant I feel if I hit the ball squarely and send it flying over the net so that it is OR ACLE an impossibility for my opponent to .... it back! I-Iow happy and contented I and with the world after a spirited set of tt.. nis out in the open court, with the sun blazing hot and my face and arms and back becoming every minute a deeper tan. I-Iow victorious one feels even though he may have lost! What a glow- ing picture of physical and mental health -- alert, keen-minded, and above all things happy! Happy in the joy and zest of living in the great out of doors. RUTH H1XZEI.TON THE FRESHMAN'S THOUGHT Freshman to Senior: Well, big shot, I'll bet you're mighty glad to be getting through. Senior: Think so? Freshman: lim sure I would be. Don't tell me you're sorry you're leaving! Senior: Aw, I don't know. Freshman: Well, it seems to me that four years would be enough. fAt this the Senior looked at the Freshman with pity.j Senior: There are some things in life that we would like very much to haveg we work and strive to attain a certain thing and when we do attain it, we are not so happy as we thought we should be. Freshman: Do you mean to say that you've looked forward to graduation and worked hard for it and now that it's come you,re not so happy about it ? Senior: Exactly! Freshman: Well, I declare!

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ar ' WW' THE ORACLE Now, can you blame a pupil for ask- ing, What good are Report Cards?', ROBERT PRESTON HUMAN I am the blessed Yet I hunger, I whine, Greedy for more- A mean, mutinous mind. I'm the anointed, Oil is wet on my brow, God's disappointed, I break every vow. I am the power, Will of the machine, See it devour All God-written scheme. I am the human: If humanity be I, Close kin to the ape Does humanity lie. ELLEN XVATSON GETTING ACQUAINTED Every few minutes, as I write, an au- tomobile dashes by-going somewhere. Every few hours, a huge black and orange airplane thunders over my head, carrying mail and passengers between Boston and Montreal. From a distance I can hear at regular intervals a passenger train rumbling by, twelve or fifteen cars carrying people from where they were to where they will be before long. The traveller is everywhere. The peo- ple of the world are rapidly getting bet- ter acquainted. Before long, if we have money enough, we can be whisked from Moscow to New York in fifty minutes, the journey being just as safe as plodding behind an I was back in ,49. Safer even, because were obnoxious Indians in those day. Travel, just to admire and to see, w. be of great help in getting rid of the bis and hatred between peoples which hav come down from the beginning of civili- zation. As easier methods of travel are found, and the peoples of all parts of the world begin to know and understand and make allowances for one another, that mutual acquaintanceship will start civilization toward permanent and wholesome peace. I believe that acquaintanceship brought about by travel is more effective in the cause of world peace than a hundred years' worth of Mussolini-Laval meet- ings, Washington and London naval pacts, Briand diplomacy, Borah-ism, and Huey-ism. FRED KALIL GARDENS Gardens, riotous and formal, delight- fully carefree and just as delightfully prim, quiet and fragrant as an old pot- pourri, lavish and colorful as a sunset, are getting their first start in April. Cro- cuses are pushing their way through the softening earth and daffodils are prepar- ing to burst into the sun. So many kinds of gardens can be made that every girl with even a small plot of ground can find one that suits her particular taste. In fact, a clever gardener may have all sorts of flowers during one year in her one tiny plot, from cool, stately irises in the spring to gay, flamboyant dahlias in the fall, with candytuft and hollyhocks and morning-glories and snapdragons in be- tween.