Central High School - Aglaia Yearbook (Manchester, NH)

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l LITERARY 7 Poor Little Sparrow By Marjorie Grave: fTranslation of a Latin poem by Catullusj Mourn, O gods of love and beauty And all the handsome men there are! The sparrow of my love is dead, The sparrow, the pet of my love, Which she loved more than her own eyes, For it was sweet as honey, and knew her As well as she her mother knows, And moved not from her lap, But hopping round now here, now there, Continually to its mistress chirped. It now goes on a shady trip From which none ever can return. Your deed was bad, oh evil shades Of Orcus, that devours all lovely things, That took away her pretty bird. O wicked deedl Poor little birdl Because of you, my love from tears Has swollen eyes all red. The Time and the Place By Howard H ill The day was cool, the air was crisp, and the ice was fast. This well-lighted rink vsith its rubber-cushioned backboards was a thing of beauty to any sports-lover. Yes, the city had been very generous. A- padded, young man, good-looking in a sndering way, was giving an exhibition of puck-chasing. His team, in the background, was watching him, as was everyone in the crowd of onlookers. Another team burst out upon the ice. A wiryyoung fellow in a nondescript green sweater soon began to give his version of puck-magic. Nails was his name and nails -he was. The two teams had faced-off. They were tense, as was every spectator. A three-year rivalry was to be culminated today. Would Nails come out on top? Everyone hoped so. The Art of Bluffing By E Hia Mora: Bluffing ,as we all know, is not uncom- mon, but one must practise carefully for four long years in order to make bluffing a true art. Some of us seniors, having studied very hard, are now successful blulfers. There seem to be moreboy bluffers than- girl bluf- fers-or maybe it's just that .the girls are more skilful. I 1 r There are many methods of bluffing, but I shall give you only a few common ones. The Hrst method, that of changing the subject when the teacher calls on you is, no doubt, very familiar to you. P The second mehod is discovering that your glasses need- cleaning, or your shoe strings need tightening when you catch the teacher looking directly .at you. The next' is an old favorite. It's just plain I donlt understand the question, or I didn't hear you. Some students are even too lazy to talk. They frown at the teacher, as if to say, You expect me to answer that? Then there is the student who, when the teacher points out the page with the answer, can't find it until someone else has given it. This gives the bluffer time to think of other things. N And last, there is the student who attempg to answer the question. This kind of bluffing requires the most skill. One must have 'fan extraordinary vocabulary in order to baffle the teacher and he must be able to express the same thought in at least four different ways. This is what we call beating around the mulberry bushf' This is very, very diffi- cult. . A Perhaps these suggestions will carry future students to new heights of bluHing. Or perf haps the other way around would be better: EDITOR'S NOTE: How about the old method of putting your hand up after the teacher calls on somebody else?

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LITERARY 9 Candles By lean Puller A cylindrical body of tallow or wax, in- closing a wick of cotton, and used to furnish light -this is Noah Webster's definition of a candle. But doesn't a candle mean more to you than a means of furnishing light? Doesn't it bring pictures before your mind? When you think of a candle, you may think of a festive birthday party. Perhaps you picture an excited group gathered about a long table in a dimly lighted room, their faces glowing, their eyes sparkling, as they wait eagerly for the lighted cake. Isn't there always a hush as the cake is brought in? The burning lights have a deep significance. Eas' flickering flame seems to be a tiny ghost o' some past year, bringing back memories. Yet at the same time each flame bears a wish for happiness for the future. Or do you think of a poor fisherman's cot- tage when you see a candle? Maybe you see a small weather-beaten hut, built high up a rocky cliff, a white tallow candle lit in the topmost window. The flame burns steadily, shining far out to sea. Perhaps it is in mem ory of one lost at sea. But it is a symbol of faith of one who has lighted it night after night. Perhaps some day it will guide some lost ship to port. . When I see a candle I remember a group of campers singing as they stood arm in arm at the water's edge. It was banquet night, their last night together. The air was cool and moist. Taps echoed and re-echoed across the lake. Far out upon the water was a pageant of lights. Each girl had set her candle afloat. Each candle was a memory of happy days at camp, of some glorious trip. Each tiny flame fulfilled some fond dream. How many pictures a candle can call to mind! How many dreams come true as you watch it burn! To me a candle is a tiny torch lighting a path of memory into the past path of hope into the future. Cottage By Belly Laflamme The word cottage always brings to my mind's eye a small, low, whitewashed build- ing topped by a neatly thatched roof. It looks, as it stands there in the cool shade, like a little old lady, with her straw sunbonnet, resting on her way to market. And like a little strand of white hair protruding through the bonnet, the chimney smoke brings to mind the life inside. Bustling around in the neat kitchen is a buxom, jolly country wife humming a merry English folk song as she busies herself cooking for her ravenous shep- herd husband and sons. The savory odor of the dinner makes one's mouth Water. She stands for a moment in the refreshing shade of the aged oaks which stand guard over the little cottage. As she rests her arms akimbo, she shakes with hearty chuckles at the maids and youths who, in complete disregard of the world, are dancing and playing in the shade. As she stands there, figures appear on the horizon, figures she recognizes even at that distance. She retreats to the haven of the cot- tage which she has helped make into a home for those three distant figures. For who would call this picture complete unless I added that this little appealing structure is also a-home.