Central High School - Aglaia Yearbook (Manchester, NH)

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13 IUNE AGLAIA NUMBER OF THE ORACLE informed her of the route. Now it was only a matter of time before she would reach her destination as a simple country girl looking for work. That's what she planned to tell. After- ward. she would have to work out the rest of her scheme. Somehow, she would make Zinger see that she was the girl he was look- ing for. Soon she came to Iane's place and found Mr. Zinger stretched out on the steps. She advanced slowly brushing the curls away from her forehead. Hello, stranger, she breathed in a low voice. I can't say's I've seen you arounl these parts afore. Where's your home? The man got to his feet, his glance never leaving her face. I am a stranger, he agreed smiling. My home is in New York. New York, she whispered, clasping her hands. I always wanted to go to New York. She wasn't playing a game now. She was a mountain girl, in a gingham dress, with dreams burning in her black eyes. She spread the short skirt in her grimy hands and took a couple of gliding steps, throwing back her head and lifting her face to the sky. New York. Barbara almost sang the words. Do they dance like this? For a long moment she whirled there, her legs fairly twinkling, her hair flying out be- hind her like a stream of Fire. She was youth, dancing a dream, and then with a laugh she sank down and was still, her chin in her hands, her eyes staring into Roger's face. Tell me about it, she murmured. Tell me about the purty ladies. Tell me about the theater where girls dance, and men throw posies at theah feet. A moment before she had been a flame. Now she was quiet as a deep stream, calm as a still lake dreaming in the sun. Roger Zinger stood very still, like a man who doesn't dare breathe for fear he will blow away a vision. Suddenly he threw back his head and laughed triumphantly. As she heard that laugh, Barbara knew that she had not failed. He believed in her. MARIORIE LINDAHL. INTRODUCTION TO A SWIMMING POND ' Step on that board, Fell the spring in it? Here's the tree I told you of- The one with the swing in it. Over there's dangerous- Beware a sunken log, No good out beyond that- There's just a shallow bog. DONALD L. IRVING. THE SPORT OF FALL The opening of the football season in the fall is very thrilling for the members of the squad. The coach at once warns the players to keep in shape and gives them training rules such as getting plenty of sleep, avoid- ing certain foods, and giving up cigarettes. The coach knows the work the athlete does causes him to lose weight and the only way he can gain it back is sleep. Athletes usually sleep from eight to ten hours daily. The practice starts promptly at three o'clock and usually ends two hours later. Then the player walks home, eats his supper, and commences his studies. If he is badly bruised or very tired, he will not want to do his studies. On the other hand, if he is not affected by the practice he will attack his studies with order. In the morning the play- er wakes up in a rather stiff condition from yesterday's initial practice, eats wholesome food, and starts off for school. His relaxa- tion is sleep, and no one has to tell him, either.

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IUNE AGLAIA NUMBER or T1-113 GRACLE 17 VACATION DAYS There's a bank, where daisies blossom By a little noiiy creek, There's a wall ywith climbing ivy, Where the sun' plays hide and seek. There's a sweetgrass scented meadow, Where the beeb hum all day long, There's a cherily tree where robins Sing their gayest, sweetest song. There's a pathll love to follow, Where a sparkling river plays And my heartlis filled with longing For those sweet vacation days. l ADOREE GRENIER. ,..il i. KENTUCKY TO BROADWAY On one of tlilose miserable, dark, rainy days the show fblded up in a little town in Kentucky after lbsing money in every village from New York to Kentucky, so it wasn't surprising, although one little girl wasn't pre- pared for it. 5 Barbara gazed down the sleepy street, which passed the small hotel porch, wonder- ing what she slhould do next. What could she do to earn money in the town to ger her carfare back to New York? The rest of the troupe had wired home or drawn our their savings, but sheihad no home to wire to and her savings-well, she had them in the palm of her hand, two thin dimes. As for borrow- ing from the others, they were having their own troubles without worrying about her. If she could only get back to New York maybe she could get a chance in Zinger's latest play. She had heard he was looking for new talent. l Barbara's lips curved bitterly. If she could only get to New York. She had plenty of new talent. Suddenly she heard voices be- hind her. Onel was saying: Mr. Zinger, it seems such a ciiazy thing to do. You have a hillbilly play, and so you come to Kentucky, not to get local color as the public expected, but to get a new star. Why not take one from New York? Barbara's skin prickled. Mr. Zinger, Mr. Roger Zinger, who was producing this new play she had just been thinking of. Call it wild or crazy, the other voice was speaking now, Call it anything you want but the theater needs new talent and new blood. I'm going to find it. Unless l can find a girl who was raised in the hillza, a girl who has Kentucky in her veins and in her heart I'll never put on that playf, Hidden by the back of the leather chair, Barbara sat tensely waiting, her heart pound- ing. Well, the first voice again, You've got nerve, hunting for a star in a dump like this. Now just one more question Mr. Zinger 'I Sorry, the voice was less plain, he was moving away. I'm on my way into the hills this afternoon. I'm staying at Old Iane's place, and I won't be back until I have a star tucked under my arm. Barbara bit her lips thoughtfully as she sank back into the chair. New talent, where would he find it out here? f'Old Iane's place for headquarters. Star tucked under his arm. She had it. oa in a cloud of dust to her room, she was new talent. She, at Old Ianels place! She, the star tucked under his arrn. H' The next morning, with the bright sun beating down upon her shining bare head, as she trudged along the dusty mountain road, Barbara was dressed in a red and blue check- ed gingham dress which she had got from the chambermaid in exchange for her own stylish suit. In the early hours of the dawn, she had slipped out of the hotel. At six, she washed her face in a cool stream to refresh herself. At ten olclock the tiny village was far be- hind, She was headed for Old Iane's. Cau- tious questioning of the sleepy hotel clerks

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if IUNE AGLAIA NUMBER or THE ORACLE 19 The day before the game the coach warns the fellows to jump into bed earlier than usual and tells them to get into a proper frame of mind. ifOften, the night before the game the player will toss in his bed, thinking only of itomorrow's game and con- centrating on his signals to make sure he knows themj. Tihe coach gives a light prac- tice, consisting of signal drills, passing, and kicking. Afterwards some of the players go to a show in order to ease their tension. As you all know, injuries may result from the scheduled contest. The participants hard- ly feel the injury until the game is over. The next morning, he will feel very stiff. The swelling of the muscles is either taken out by rubbing them or by applying hot towels. If it is a minor injury, he is allowed to resume practice. If the injury is not determined T by the coach or the trainer, the player is sent to the school doctor. The most common in- juries are bruises of the bones, and sprains of muscles and ligaments. Injuries are divided into two classes, lmajor and minor. A major one, for example, would be a broken leg or a broken hand, while a bruised bone would be considered minor. After the final game of the season is played and the football equipment is returned to the faculty manager, the athlete often wonders, Why did I go in for football? Have I got anything out of it?,' Well, during those three months, his soft muscles were convert- ed into hard ones. He played football be- cause he liked it, I think, and not for the school. His will, endurance, and resistance were tried again and again. He had constant practice in co-operation. He met the enemy 'Lhere and there.', He experiencd victory and defeat. Many people believe that the fellows who play football do' so in order to get their pic- tures in the paper. On the whole, I donit believe that, though a few may play for that reason. Football helps the athlete to take it. I mean two different things by this phrase take it:' First, whether he can take the physical punishment involved in a game, and second, whether he can take it after the team has lcst. Many fans bombard the players with ridicule after loss of a major game, but the boys, on the whole, simply pay no attention to the aggressors. Others, who can't take it, protect themselves from ridi- cule by offering excuses, and laying the blame on the bad judgment of the quarter- back. IOSEPH URBAN. PORCUPINES ARENVI' PETS Would you like a pet? The porcupine is a prickly little number. He has his points. In fact they stick out all over him when he's disturbed. He is at home either on the ground or in trees-Chat trees will do in cases of domesticationj When Porky feels annoyed, he curls into a close little ball so that only his quills can be seen. If dogs try to attack, as they some- times do, doggie gets the quills, and the vet- erinarian gets a hurried call. Porky's tail is the hammer that drives the barbs into the victimis Hesh. They are diffi- cult to remove and cause slow poisoning if they remain too long. The attributes of this animal are not very favorable, so having discouraged you in the matter of ownership, may I sell you a dog? RUTH DEARBORN. THOUGHTS ON THE MURALS Under the able direction of Mr. Lorrain E. Ryder, the murals in the art room have Hnally been completed. Many expressed won- der and appreciation while visiting the ex- hibition early in May. Interviews with some of these capable young artists have been most gratifying. We quote: