Central High School - Aglaia Yearbook (Manchester, NH)

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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.

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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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16 IANUARY AGLAIA OF THE ORACLE He has just finished his harvesting. In the background is a battered old farmhouse, worn by weather and time. In the yard, a young boy, clothed in dungarees and an old straw hat, is completing his chores. I stop a minute to wish that I were an artist. Passing the farmhouse, I came to a grassy meadow and a cattle-worn path. Be- yond appear the tops of millions of trees. The leaves are just beginning to turn and never before have I seen so many beautiful colors. I don't believe that one could find greater beauty anywhere. Coming home, these pictures are still with me and I Wonder-if the country folk appreciate the beauty which surrounds them. BETTY BURPEE THE HERO Once upon a time, As the legend always goes, There was a daring cowboy With many friends and foes. He rode a spotted pony, Wore chaps upon his knees, His blouse was multi-colored, His attire one to please. There also was a badman Named Jasper Q. MacKnightg Our hero went to get him On a dark and stormy night. He rode through all the bad lands With his pistol butts in view, His face was set in hardness As he thought of Iasper Q. He urged his horse on faster, He was eager for the fray, But as he turned the corner He heard somebody sayg Now reach right for the ceiling, My high an' mighty franlg Don't think you're smart enough to fool This here super'or man! Now our hero started thinking Of some way to play his hand, When there came a sound of moving And a shuffling in the sand. Then someone started breathing, So the robber turned to see, Our hero took a sideward leap And got behind a tree. He drew his gun for shootingi The bullet straight and true Had found its mark, the robber went Forever out of view. Our hero went to thank his friend, The latter not in sight, Our hero called, Who helped me out? With all his strength and might. He heard a little stirring, A moving in the grassg Out from behind a big old rock A bullfrog jumped at last. Our hero looked and then he smiled, At last he made a vow, He would reward the frog, because He was the hero now. DOROTHY LANG ROOM 300 This is a test for accuracy, not for speed. I think I've heard that phrase before, but each time I seem to profit less. My mind is made up today, though. I shall turn out a perfect copy of the printed matter. I am ready-in position, I look around for the last time. The teacher is standing