Central High School - Aglaia Yearbook (Manchester, NH)

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8 IUNE AGLAIA NUMBER OF THE ORACLE two in store for us. The plays that night were good. Afterwards we were shown the high-spots of the town. We discovered a stand where one could buy three scoops of ice-cream for one nickel. Enchanted by such a bargain we bought some, and also a box of pop-corn to eat in our room later. Saturday noon we again ate bountifully, and our spirits rose when we saw the mob of loyal Centralites who had come down. Manchester certainly did itself proud. The applause was deafening as the curtain descended. Saturday night everyone dressed formally, and we ate our last meal at the school. At eleven o'clock came the judges' decision, and Manchester was unanimously given first place. The balcony Cwhere we were seated, sounded worse than a home- town football game. A formal dance of about forty minutes followed, and we again went for ice-cream, but not to the bargain stand. Our enthusiasm had been slightly dampened when discovering that the ice's chief consti- tuent was cornstarch. We regretted deeply to leave Sunday mor- ning, but were highly entertained fand so were the rest of the passengersl by our male trio who gave us many touching selections, including Seven Years With The Wrong Woman, Take Me Out To The Ball Game, etc. It was not until we saw the Manchester station and a group of welcomers fthe only thing missing was the bandj that we real- ized There's no place like home! NELLIE RASSIAS. TO CANADA, 1936 Some people think that Canada is an im- mense open tract, dotted only here and there with large farms. Such persons are wrong. Of course, in some parts, Canada has many farms, but not so many as there used to be. Everything is very serene, however, and they have but few amusements. In general there ar no theatres, dance halls, or restaurants. The countryside is quiet and peaceful. Montreal is one of the chief places that I thought really interesting to see. It was just what I had imagined it wasn't going to be. It is as modern in its ways as many cities in the United States. There are dance halls, luncheonettes, theatres, and a considerable number of amusements that we don't have, even here in Manchester. One thing certain- ly surprised me, and that was the way the people speak the English language. They speak more of it than they do French, and speak it Huently. Manchester's English is often not so good as that of Montreal. I also visited the Academy Roussan, in Quebec. It's just one of those places that you can't imagine exists. It's a college for boys only, and they go there to study for priesthood. It is situated on a hill, and is very pleasant in there. I was talking to a young man who was to be ordained a priest three days after we left and asked him if he were not lonesome at times. They are al- lowed to leave the grounds only once a month in care of two brothers. He told me that he had no time in which to get lonely. They are all perfect tennis players. An interesting part of our trip was the crossing of Three Rivers. It was night, and I could see the outline of boats in the dis- tance, making way or at anchor. While going across, I met a few people from Manchester, who were there at that time, also on a visit. While conversing I found out that they were close friends of my father's whom I had nev- er met before. There was only one thing that bothered us, and that was the heat. It is frightfully warm in the summer time. I don't know if it was the different food that we ate, or change of climate. At the end of our visit, we came to the conclusion that no matter where you make your voyage, there is no- thing like the good old U. S. A. RITA CHAREST.

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IUNE AGLAIA NUMBER OF THE ORACLE 7 As we stepped into the auditorium, Miss Curtis, director at Pawtucket, greeted us, and gave us five minutes to look over our property, ten to get it set up, and thirty to rehearse on stage. After rehearsing, we Went immediately to the homes where we were to be entertained. At five-thirty, we returned to the school for supper in the cafeteria, a spacious white-enameled room on the fourth Hoor. The food was very good. There was no chance of getting lost, for guides were everywhere. Their red and white badges with the letters P, S. Cf' identified them as members of the Student Council. Until the 7:30 performance, we strolled about the grounds, and enjoyed the view of the river that fiows in front of the school. The audience that night was small but res- ponsive. An old French melodrama, present- ed by Greenwich, Connecticut, impressed us most. Most of us ate again at the High School Spa, fquite attractive, but out of bounds in school timej and then went home for a good night's sleep. We ate breakfast in our tem- porary homes, had a line rehearsal, and then an early dinner at the Cafeteria. Immediately after dinner, We got into our costumes and prepared to get made up. No one appeared to be nervous, and our spirits were kept up by imitating different people. The first play that afternoon, The Wedding, seemed to drag considerably, and the cast was entirely unconvincing. Following this play, we prepared to go on. The second play of the afternoon seemed an eternity, as we waited in the room right off the right wing of the stage. The call finally came and we went backstage. We shook hands and wished each other luck. It wasn't until then that we started to get into the spirit of the play once more. We all drove every line, to build up each climax. The play ended, and each of us felt that, no matter what the judges' deci- sion might be, we were entirely satisfied with the way it had gone off. Following this, we enjoyed a fine banquet and prepared for the evening performance. The play that im- pressed us most, in the evening, was a farce by Warwick, R. I. which turned out to be a second place winner. The plays ended, and the judges came on the stage along with Director Curtis and a few other dignitaries, each of whom had to make a speech. We almost went wild, when we learned that Manchester had again won first place in the New England Contest. An informal dance, in the gym, followed the announcement of the winners. Sunday morning came only too soon, and we were on our way again for Manchester. We were met at the station, by our folks, and many of our ardent admirers, who had skipped school on Friday to bid us off. fDe- tention claims them now.j Now I see a chance to thank Miss Sawyer for all the splendid work she has done for us in the past. For the benefit of those who do not know it: Out of five tries, Miss Sawyer's rec- cord now stands, a first place winner three times, and a third place once. All the luck in the world to you Miss Sawyer in your undertaking. RICHARD MOHER. TALE BY A STAGE HAND Arriving at Pawtucket at about 1:30, we were on the stage for rehearsal at 2:00. The rehearsal was all that could be expected after a long train ride, and in spite of zealous cf- forts of the two stage hands, it was a Hop. After that we congregated on the front steps of the high school and decided to rehearse again Saturday morning. We were then transported Qfree transportation at all timesj to our appointed homes. Friday evening we were given a banquet which turned out to be a self-service cafeteria supper four gallant trio took care of our trays.j The dinner was excellent and we looked forward with great zest to the other

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IUNE AGLAIA NUMBER OF THE ORACLE 9 SCENARIO SHORTS I The Last Bomb SCENE: A shell-wrecked Belgium vil- lage during the World War. It is late after- noon, yet the sun is bright, becoming dim- mer, until finally it is twilight. Through- out the play, muffled Firing can be heard. There are three or four small houses and a church clustered together. These have been bombarded with the result that only fragments are left. The miserable little village seems abandoned. Evidently, the Germans have recently passed through here, driving the inhabitants before them. A child crawls from a cellar window of a wreck on the right. The boy, a six-year- old, creeps along the ground and looks about himj CHILD: All right, Granny, come on! QA shrunken old woman in rags crawls out of the window. She sits down, rocks back and forthj GRANNY: Oh, dear! Oh, dear, what are we going to do, now? What are we going to do? CHILD: Granny, I'm hungry. GRANNY: Yes, yes, of course, child, we must look for some food. It won't do us any good to sit here crying. They're all gone now, all gone. QPause-then briskly, Come, we'll look for some berries. fShe goes into the house and brings out some things clutched in her apron, from which she hands the boy a partly brok- en bowl., GRANNY: Go pick some berries, child, while I make the buns. fThe child skips off, humming, while the old woman busies her- self making a Hre and mixing something in a bowl. The child comes running back from the fields with the berries.j CHILD: Granny, oh, Granny, the .,.. the ..., GRANNY: Don't hurry so, child, you might spill the berries. CHILD: fBreathlesslyj Granny, hurry, some men are coming from over there. fPoints toward left of stagej GRANNY: Quick, put the fire out. Q Both throw sand on the fire and stamp on it until it is completely out. The grandmother slides backwards into the cellar windowj Now, hand me those things quickly. Hurry, hurry, child, before they come. CThe child hands the berries, buns, plates, etc. to her. He then starts crawling into the window. A voice is heard commanding the men to search the place, and just as they come into sight, the child disappears. The men begin looking through the houses.j PRIV.: No one is here, Lieutenant. LIEUT.: Is every hovel searched? PRIV.: No, sir. LIEUT.: Well, search them all. fThc private goes into the house on the right, but comes out shortlyj Priv.: No one there, sir. QAII have rc- turned from their search with a negative answer., . Lieut.: Attention, March! fThey march off. Their footsteps sound fainter and faint- er until all is quiet. The old woman and her grandson come out of the window. She sets out two bowls, then divides the berries into them.j CHILD: That was close, Granny, wasn't it? GRANNY: Yes, dear, but we can thank the Lord that grass was there. Even at that, I thought he would find us. Were there many berries left, child? CHILD: No, not many, Granny. GRANNY: We had better save some of these for tonight. fThey finish eating and set the bowls aside. The old woman sits in the shade of the house while the child lies near by. The sounds of firing are heard more clearly, and now, also the sounds of air- planes. One appearsj CHILD: Granny! fShaking her, for she had fallen asleepj Look, what's that? GRANNY: Ah, quick, into the cellar. Itls a plane. If they don't see anything mov-