Central High School - Aglaia Yearbook (Manchester, NH)

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22 IUNE AGLAIA NUMBER OF THE ORACLE palm tree, discouraged. No, nothing un- usual ever happened in Bermuda. The isle of peace and quiet. ROGER SANBORN. UN PETIT COIN DE FRANCE I-Le Petit Salon MARIORIE Cen entrant chez Kathleen Bur- peejz Bonsoir, mes amies. Comment allez- vous? Est-ce que je suis en retard? KAY: Non, nous commencons maintenant. Depechez-vous. MLLE LA PRESIDENTE: Ie eclare la sean- ce ouverte. Nous passerons a l'ordre du jour. Mlle la Secretaire, voulez-vous bien faire l'appel? PI-IILOMENE: Oui, tres volontiers. Alice ,..... Edith . etc. MLLE LA DIRECTRICE: Ah! nous avons beaucoup de membres presents ce soir. Y a-t-il quelqu'un qui veut proposer quelche- chose? HELENA: Est-ce que nous avons ...., un, j'ai oublie le futur- MLLE LA DIRECTRICE: aurons. HELENA: Merci, mademolselle. Aurons une piece . . ah oh .. Hovxf do you say assembly? IUDY: Assemblee-feminin. MLLE LA DIRECTRICE: I'ai demande ill Monsieur jacques et il m'a dit qulil compte sur nous. I'ai pense que la piece, La Faim est un Grand Inventeur serait la meilleure 5: presenter. Elle est tres co- mique et il y a de l'anglais dedans. Etes- vous de mon avis? TOUTES LES IEUNES FILLES: Oui, pre- sentons cette piece-la parce que tout le monde pourra la comprendre. MLLE LA PRESIDENTE: Mlle la Treso- riere, voulez-vous bien nous dire ce que avons dans la caisse? IUDITI-I: Nous avons quelques dollars dans la caisse. KAY: Oh, nous sommes riches! IUDITH: Mais Alice et Marie nous doivent de l'argent. ALICE: Ie l'ai oublie dans ma poche. MARIE: Moi aussi. IUDITH: C'est bien, vous pourrez me le donner tout Ei liheure. RUTH: Chantons des chansons! EDITH: Qulest-ce que nous chanterons? MLLE LA DIRECTRICE: Alouette ou Au Clair de la Lune? MARIE: Les deux. NATALIE: Apres ca, jouons aux charades. KAY: Voulez-vous bien entrer dans la salle in manger? Toutes les jeunes Hlles s'6lancent dans la salle a manger. Elles se servent de sand- wichs et de chocolat, puis elles se reunissent en petits groupes et parlent bruyamment du cinema, de leurs notes, de leurs rendez-vous, la moitie en anglais et la moitie en francais. IEANNE ftout Ei coupj: Oh! il est dix heu- res. Tout le monde est surpris et on se preci- pite dans l'escalier pour aller chercher les manteaux. On se quitte avec regret et en di- sant il Kay: -Ie me suis bien amusee. --Boisoir! -Bonne nuit! -A demain! SYLVIA ESTFAN. BROTHERS My pa and ma went from this earth About two months ago. I work my lingers to the bone, But things are very slow. I supported little Dickie, The cutest little guy With curley hair and cross-like scar Directly o'er his eye.

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! IUNE AGLAIA NUMBER OF THE ORACLE 21 tection. The coaqh came around the bend. The men leaped out in front of it. One grabbed the horses, one covered the driver and guard. Another threw open the door. The OHSICCYS began to protest. Up came the old thunderblast and down went the officer. This was all mere routine. I heard two more reports, and saw the driver and guard sitting in their places, heads slumping grotesquely. ,....And the two pretty girls? One would think they could lhave been spared, but no. The same cold-hearted malice and disregard for life effected their death. The men then took the heavy chest of money and the sack of mail, and disappeared. I started forward to do what I could, but I knew it was useless. At night, now, years later as I walk down past the spot, I often imagine that I can hear the rumble of the coach-the same coach- going forward, ever forward. IOHN B. CRAM. MY DOG AND I Kip, howld you like to take a hike? It's snowing ,hard but I don't care. Since you and I have tastes alike Let's hunt the woods for a young hare. Kip, say, but don't you love this snow That drifts so fast from heaven's cold? And hear the angry winds that blow! Come on, letfs fight like warriors bold. Kip! There's a hare on a fallen tree! Off now, on nature's grimmest run. Be sure to turn him soon to me For I am ready with the gun. Kip, boy, we lost the fleeting hare But saved ourselves from feeling sad-. It's safe within some cozy lairg- Iust think of all the fun we've had! l RUTH GILMORE. WAITING This night seemed like any other night in Bermuda. The palm trees on Waterfront Street swayed gently in the warm breeze, the clop clop of horses, hoofs and the sound of bicycle bells ringing here and there were sounds heard every night. A large cruise steamer was tied up at the dock and the mu- sic of a dance band in the dancing salon could be heard as it drifted over the waters of St. George's harbor. Alongside of the steamer lay a British man-of-war with a sen, try pacing up and down the deck. In the native quarters, all was serene. Natives sing- ing to the plunk plunk of a banjo only made the night like every night in Bermuda. The fragrant lily fields were ghostly white in the moonlight as were the white and pink lime- stone houses with their white guttered roofs. But they were white and ghostly every night, too. Nothing unusual ever happened in Bermuda. Still under all this peace and calmness there was an under-current of restlessness this night. A dog barked out in a banana grove, and it was a restless bark, but even dogs barked every night on the isle. Charles sat with his back to a palm tree, wishing something would happen. He had been in Bermuda three years now and nothing had ever yet happened that was out of the ordinary. The calm had almost put him to sleep when he heard the police alarm go off. He jumped up and ran toward the dock. Maybe a desperate criminal had been found, or maybe a woman's pearls had been taken, or even the Bank of Bermuda had been broken into. He was soon joined by groups of people all wishing to see what had happened. Visions Hew through Charles' mind. At last something unusual had hap- pened. Hurray! Hurray! Then as he turned the corner he saw that a dog had turned on the police alarm by breaking the glass. What a disappointment! Charles returned to his

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T IUNE AGLAIA NUMBER OF THE ORACLE 23 An unknown aunt came from the South And with her took him back, She' hated me, I don't know why, Perchance I was too slack. I'll never forget dear Dickie, Of him I dreamt at night, But then in eighteen sixty-one, I had to go and fight. I fought with General Sherman, To Georgia with him went I. He gave me a special mission, The enemy to spy. I crept up to the' Southern line And then I heard a sound, I cocked my gun and held my breath, And sharply peered around. I saw a sentinel'S outline, Dim against a tree, He drew his gun but I shot first- 'Twas either him or me. I scurried to where he had fallen, His eyes were straying afar, I held his head, and o'er his eye I saw a cross-like scar. My God, what is your name? I groaned. He couldn't speak but tried. He whispered faintly, Dickie, Then weakly moaned and died. I sat there stunned and stupid, Crying like a mother. I hadn't lost a babe, but oh, I had killed my' brother! THOMAS E. BARTLETT. In the play Le: Americain: Chez Nous, written by Brieux in 1919, a young French physician of Fine family becomes engaged to a wealthy American Red Cross worker. His sister, who had made great sac- rifices to provide for his education, hates to sec him marry a foreigner. The near-hostility of the two girls comes to the surface in the following scene. Scene from Les Americains Chez Nous-By Brieux SCENE 8 NELLIE: fvery loyalj In spite of all the good that Henry told me about you, my dear Henriette, I believed, before seeing you, that you were a crabbed old maid with a dried-up heart, and had promised myself to reduce our contacts to such as were unavoidable. HENRIETTE: fsorrowfulj That will be as you please. NELLIE: Now, I should like to have you for my friend. I-IENRIETTE: Friendship does not come on order. NELLIE: It is won, you mean . I-IENRIETTE: Yes. NELLIE: You had let me believe that I had won your friendship, Henriette, and I was training myself to deserve it. You had trusted me. HENRIETTE: Perhaps. NELLIE: You told me one day that I was like a sister to you. HENRIETTE: It's true. NELLIE: You would not repeat it to me today? HENRIETTE: Don't torment me... l am tired, tired. NELLIE: I think that we are just at the point where an explanation between us is needed. HENRIETTE: Well, then, soon-tomorl row-another day. NELLIE: This evening, after dinnc I-IENRIETTE: If you wish. Call Henry