Central High School - Aglaia Yearbook (Manchester, NH)

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14 IANUARY AGLAIA or THE ORACLE from the back of his coat, and held them up for due admiration. Little was said on the return trip. I bought Eddie his hot drink, and he was completely satisfied. Strange as it may seem, so was I. DONALD CRAFTS GRASS! When summer rolls around again, and the old lawn mower has to come out of its seclusion in the cellar, you can make this national pastime from a headache into a game. , , N N , Q, I Lei-f- . H -25, 12 a u ri - Wrafi-k.i O' ,S in i t. 5 ri +-.- : 2 l N1 fi X a S '. A AAQQ 5 E Q, .. f 3 5, - I I l bd , 1 I ' '. if 1 Q ff . .,. f 1 Q - l Q' f f K ff , f .- Qi H I gswx' fgiiiigi' S f 'sf - I Tuff EQ! ' ' Q 'fini' - f I ,f . lg, ,W N X ! ,-,' t'v '2o ,f QQ ,i X -1 11111 I e at, 1 all qt ,V 'sf' . 4-5. Q If-I A gh' v .,..i -X-I l fl' 1u!!f ii.t1,55545. H W 6 limi Of course thereare ways of trying to 'N avoid this problem of lawn mowing such as breaking the mower, but there is always the next door neighbor's which isn't in use that particular day. So this method is rather fruit- less, as I know from personal experience. Now that all your brain children have failed, pretend that every blade of grass is like an enemy sneering up at you, get your trusty war machine flawn mower, to work, and charge them as if you were in a battle fas you arej. When this is finally over, there is still the clipping to do, or if you've gone completely military, call it snipping, for the battle is never won until the last enemy is gone. The third step in this game is to remove the dead soldiers from the field. A hated job! If you find that you have no rake, do not let your joy run away with you, for there is still that same neighbor. Y When the last of the invaders is buried in the rubbish barrel, a feeling of relief passes over youg but you'1l End this short- lived, for another battalion will be at the front in a week or two. FRANCIS O'SULLIVAN SPECKLED MONARCH Darting through the rapids, Swishing in a nook, Basking in the sunshine, Idling in the brook, Snapping at an insect, Iumping for a Hy, Sulking in the meadows, Spurning the Hsher's hook. IOSEPH KELLEHER HOW TO FIND THINGS Mathematics, medicine, and music are but a few of the several recognized sciences of our twentieth century. Webster says that science is a systematized knowledge of known truths of a subject obtained by observation and experience. To me, the skill of finding that long lost article is just as much a science as medicine or mathematics. It is in fact a more practical one. Therefore, there is a de- finite, methodical manner and technique in

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IANUARY AGLAIA or THE ORACLE 13 People argue that we cannot have a hockey team because of the lack of locker rooms at the rink, making it impossible for players to take showers after a workout. There are hockey teams that have no facilities for dressing or showers. If the sport were started here it might be possible to overcome this handicap. As for uniforms, those used by our former team are in storage, and would be available. Minor equipment might be supplied by the players themselves at First. Why not give hockey a try at Central? RAY PAQUIN HUNT Ting-a-ling-a-ling- ting-a-ling-a-li.ng-a- ling-a- Oh, consarn you clock! What's the big idea? Who set you to go off at four olclock, anyway? And I was right in a middle of a nice dream. I'll never get to-say, this is October First! God bless you, clock. XVhat would I do without you? With some such words as these I open- ed the hunting season of 1937. I was up, dressed, and had eaten breakfast before you could say your a-b-c's backwards. Eddie Call, another ardent sportsman, was to call for me at four-thirty. It was that time then, and sure enough, as always, Eddie was on time. I grabbed the old double-barreled twelve, and a box of shells. I jumped into the car, and we were off. The First gray tints were appearing in the eastern sky as we reached our destination, and while we sat in the car waiting for the sunrise, I noticed the splendor of the autumn foliage, as streaks of red from the eastern horizon danced merrily on a perfect blend of red, yellow, brown, and green surround- ings. ' With the sun dawned as perfect a hunt- ing day as one could wish, and as we walked down the old wood-road together, I silently thanked God for Mother Nature. Before we separated, we made the usual little wager that the one who got the fewest birds would have to buy a hot drink for the other on the way home. I arrived soon at the cover I had in mind, and after agreeing to meet Eddie at the car at seven, started through the brush with high hopes. Eddie went on to another cover. At the end of the first half hour, I had covered acre upon acre of excellent bird coun- try, but had not flushed a single bird. I sat down to rest a minute, and upon doing so, the familiar drumming of a cock-patridge came to my ear. It seemed unusually near. I listened a moment, then issued a low coo- ing sound from my throat. The drumming ceased, I cooed again, and after two or three exchanges of drumming and cooing, a great cock-patridge rounded the corner of a large rock and hopped up on a log not twenty feet in front of me. My heart skipped a couple of beats as I reached for my gun. With much difficulty I raised it, and lined the leads up directly with his head. But I did not Hre. I lowered the gun. This time the bird stood there defiantly, as a king on his throne. He showed not the slightest sign of fear, and, after all, why should he? He was as helpless as a butterfly over the Atlan- tic, yet he saw no danger. He trusted me. My heart melted like snow on Fire, and I just sat there and looked at him. I-Ie was as handsome and as large a specimen as I had ever seen, and he just stood there and looked at me. Presently an old hen rounded the same rock, and hopped up beside him, but upon seeing me, she let out a cluck, and disappeared to parts unknown. The cock followed her. As I walked down the old wood road to the car, Eddie stepped out of the brush in front of me, and when he saw me, his face lighted up with a smile of radiance that touched both ears. He pulled out two cocks

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IANUARY AGLAIA or THE ORACLE 15 learning how to End things. First of all, you must know for what you are looking. Then it is wise to concentrate and try to remember where you last used the vanish- ed article. If this produces no result then proceed to look for it in the most probable room. Search thoroughly in every nook and corner before hunting in another. Don't, if possible, let other things dis- tract your attention, but remain attentive throughout your search. Keep in mind the appearance of the article: its size, make-up, and color. Be sure to disregard anything of a foreign nature. How many times my at- tention has been so drawn to a past relic fespecially in the atticj that I forgot com- pletely what I was looking for! Losing your temper will get you no- where if you intend to master the science. A cool head, observing eyes, and an attentive mind are all essential factors of a successful finder. But above all, never give up. Don't say, Oh, it isn't around here, thereis no use looking, for if you're like me, you don't know where you put half of your things all of the time! The next time your favorite book dis- appears, or your gloves seem to have vanish- ed in thin air, perhaps my suggestions will aid your disheartened search, and if not, why then ask for begj the assistance of your mother as I do. WILLIAM SPRIGG TRAVEL Travel-how the word thrills me and seems to open new vistas of enchantment. That one word spells delight and mystery. Ever since I can remember I have dream- ed of travelling to different countries on the other side of the ocean. When I was a child the books I loved most and read over and over again told of adventure in Europe and Asia. I've always looked forward to the beautiful English countryside and London with its dismal fog and stone houses of the same drab color, to Ireland in all its green- ness, to its little villages with their narrow lanes winding past cottages where house- wives sit on their cloorstones to work, to the donkey carts filled with peat rumbling over the stone bridges. Most of all, however, have I longed to visit France. I want to walk leisurely through Tuileries or the Bois de Boulogne, to stand before the Arc de Tri- omphe, and to kneel in the dim candlelight, marveling at the immensity of Notre Dame. Meanwhile, dreaming of the delight and mystery of travel, I content myself with reading avidly about these places. PHYLLIS C. BROWN FIDDLER'S COIN The symbols of our yesterdays Adorn the woven belt of Time, They are the price that each one pays For blinding grief and love sublime. Fading with time as all things do, And stripped of most of its silver sheen: A single moon-ray falters through And tries to find a shattered dream. The flame of hope is what remains Of what was faith and love in one. Our hearts have trod in sorrow's lanes But eager wait the rising sun. HELEN MONTGOMERY COUNTRY PAGEANT A windy autum day, a quiet country road, and solitude-that's all I ask. Roam- ing through the country on my right I see an aged farmer standing in the golden Fields.