Central High School - Aglaia Yearbook (Manchester, NH)

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Color Music Hy lmrn .'X'l1f1nl.f Have you ever seen a palette Such as artists sometimes use, And heard the strangest symphony ln reds and greens and blues? liaeh color is a ditlerent tune, Each tint and shade and hue, Are melodies from everywhere, That are wafted home to you. Oh, light sky blue is whispery, The sound of rushing winds, And violet is a chorus Of fairy violins. Red is a fiery trumpet blast, Heard in blaring bandsg While yellow is a soothing sound, Of shifting desert sands. Black is a solemn funeral march, You can hear the ehoir boys sing: VVhite, as pure as virgins' robes, ls the beat of an angel's wing. Purple is triumphant, Harmonious orations. It makes one think of royal things, Of kings and coronations. Steel-gray suggests some foreign shore Where beats a stormy seag lt crashes on the rock-strewn coast And roars in agony. Next time you see a paint box-f ll you listen as Well as see- You'll hear the music l've described, Only more exquisitely. l er- Sl

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l LITERARY 15 The Antique Dealer By Gwen Resnfk Riding along the main highway one can- not help noticing the many antique shops. Having started a collection of glass, I stopped at one that I thought most attractive. The setting of this little shop was appealing to the eye. Surrounded by elms on each side, the sun playing beautifully through the large windows, iridescent rays gleamed on the many pieces of glass on the shelves. As I en- tered, I was at once fascinated by the odds and ends thrown carelessly around, and I wondered what history surrounded them. Though everything had charm, the mustiness gave me an old feeling. My reverie was shat- tered by a man's voice, .........,.. Good afternoon, Miss. Interested in glass or furniture? Upon hearing his voice, I wondered where he was. Lo and behold! From the most obscure place came a short, stout, jolly-looking fellow, who undoubtedly was part of the place. In his most charming manner he started his sales talk, laughingly saying, .,,.,....,.. I bet you know a bargain when you see it. When he laughed, I noticed that he shook all over, and his already red nose seemed to become redder, as if a light was within. He always greatly enjoyed his own jokes, and laughed more readily than his listener. He was of such a very friendly nature, and his offer of a bargain was so appealing, that I grasped at the opportunity of owning precious glass at a nominal price, only to find out that he had outsmarted me. But the lure of the place drew me back. Well, welll My pretty Miss, here you are again. This time I have a beautiful piece for you, one that you will be proud to own. After that remark I really felt that the trip had not been in vain. Upon inspecting the dish, I found the mark of the maker that I was especially interested in. How much for this piece?l' He quoted his price laughingly, and with- out a moment's thought I retorted, ........ All right-I will take it. Amazed at my quick decision, he hesitated and quibbled, ...,,.....,. Shall I wrap it up? Yes, I answered, a bargain is a bargain, as you always say. And home I went with my most treasured possession-thanks to the humor of the jolly antique dealer. - You, Too, Can Be ---- By Virginia Pritchard In this high school every senior girl is a budding glamour girl with great, fuzzy white angora sweaters. Never a dull color, for they stay clean too long-and after all! A girl must be able to say, Well, I've washed mine four times and it's still like new, even if it does resemble a shaved French poodle on a summer day. She is blonde f gentlemen prefer blondesj, but is most definitely not blue-eyed-the style now being large brown eyes. They go so well with blond hair! Anyone who reads the ads knows a Hawless complexion is necessary for happiness, success, and existence itself. She has her lessons always prepared, although I can't imagine where she finds time, what with all the plays, clubs, committees, and magazines for which she works. She must ski like a magazine cover girl, skate like a Heinie, swim like-shall we say, fish, dance like a Rogers, and play bridge like the pince- nez'd president of a woman's club. She is up to all the latest styles and in a pinch, can, with great ingenuity, invent her own. It seems she'll soon be so busy being ideal that she'll forget her own identity.

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LITERARY 17 This is the Polish Primeval By Fred LZIFVIIWICCY He hates my painted fingernails. I hate his being late. I apply the polish with Hendish glee, And chew it off ........ while I wait! That was one woman's reaction to the con- temporary male revolt against female-foolish- ness in the matter of nail polish. Although we believe in punctuality, and we deplore the method used by the above young man in winning on both counts, we cannot but ad- mire his ingenuity. Now they're having them blackened, and there are even faint rumors along the style fronts that glistening bits of tinsel will be added to the maddening, barbaric urge for female self-adornment. Our morning coffee will now be poured by dazzling, bejeweled fingertips, and by the time our coffee is ready, perhaps a new shade, Cafe au Lait will add its monochromatic scheme to the break- fast table. And if there is a slip twixt the cup and the lip, it will hardly be noticed. For the picnicker-a variegated holiday display of Mustard Moonlightf' Relish Ravissant, Luscious Lemon, Ch:-irmante Cherry, and Harrnonious Ham. These, of course, as the day wears on fand the polish wears offj may be augmented by the usual blacks and blues, sprinkled with a little wee- bit of a soupcon of Melodramatic Marsh- mallowf' For the movie-goer-gobs of Garbo-Gan denia, Hepburn Henna, Crawford Chrys- anthemum or possibly Tiny Tinsels in the Temple Manner. For the opera-goer-something a little more sedate perhaps. May we suggest Wag- ner Vermilion, Handel Heliotropej' Puc- cini Purple, or Mozart Mauve -or for an added touch of sentimentality, Chopin Chartreusef' Now we really should get the outdoor sports in. QThat's where the female would like them anywayj For swimming- Weis muller Walnut , for skating- Henie ...,...,, .. let's call the whole thing off! If the female sex could, by some unfore- seen miracle, become practical enough to in- troduce an illuminated polish for moonlight bathing, some of our grievances might disap- pear in the new Light. But, it has come very forcibly to our attention that there is nothing practical in the daubing of fingernails and- yes, fellow sufferers-even toenailsl What is the reason? We have dug into the archives, we have roved through reams of research material, and have found that this yen for primitive painting is all done to at- tract, to lure, and finally to ensnare the help lessly hypnotized HE. If they only knew! Translation from Pecheur D'lslande by Pierre By Cf!'77l'l'il'l'C' Bilfos The first time that Gaud had noticed Yann was the day after his arrival at the religious feast called Pardon by the Icelanders, on the eighth day of December, the day dedicat- ed to Our Lady of Good-News, the patroness of the fishermen. A little after the procession, the dark streets were still adorned with white sheets to which had been fastened some ivy and holly, some greens, and winter flowers. It was very noisy in Paimpol with the sounds of bells and the chants of priests, the harsh and monotonous songs in the Wine shops, old tunes to lull sailors to sleep, the old ballads which came from the sea, which came from I donit know where,'from many centuries ago. There was a group of sailors walking arm in arm, a group of girls in their