Central High School - Aglaia Yearbook (Manchester, NH)

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LITERARY 19 his life and thoroughly enjoyed doing it. And he died with his boots on, so to speak. I-Ie went on his last and greatest run into Africa, through Palestine, to Egypt and Alex- andria, The last that was heard of him was when he was seen going through Egypt. They later found out that he had died lean- ing against a tree with a handkerchief over his face. Bug Game By Alice Samara Sis, would you like to go hunting with me? questioned Dad who knew I had been waiting for an invitation of this kind since the hunting season began. Should I? Iust wait until I get ready-it won't take me long! I donned a pair of Dad's old trousers and bundling up warmly, for the weather was quite cold, I helped him get the guns-the new one for him and an old one, which he had long since discarded, for myself. Then oil we started on the trip which I have re- membered for a long time. Dad, who likes chatter and laughter, was quite disappointed with me, for I was so excited I could hardly talk. To tell the truth, I lost quite a bit of my enthusiasm when I sighted the dark woods in which we were to hunt our game. Well, anyway, gathering all my courage, I took Dad's hand and into the woods we trudged. We had walked for a long while when I heard the rustling of leaves right behind mel Later I was to learn that Dad had a good laugh at the picture I made. Here I was, a girl who had never been hunting before and had never held such a cruel weapon either before or since, with a chance for a good shot directly behind me! Well, what are you waiting for? Who, me?', And I turned right around and fired! At what? I didn't know, but I do know that the horrid-looking creature dropped with a thud. Thinking the animal too heavy for me I let Dad carry the remains. Reaching home, and having regained my good spirits, I raced into the house, shouting, Oh, mummy, you should see the darling little bunny I shot! Country Fair By Virginia Hfrldemon The enormous grounds were really a small town by themselves, overcrowded with happy boisterous town-folk and curious outside spectators. The brisk fall air was simply luscious with the hearty aroma of home- cooked foods and the spicy fragrance of late summer Howers and fall foliage. The animal tent, huge and billowing, soon attracted our attention and we spent a jolly hour watching the boastful farmers proudly displaying their prize stock. One young colt broke loose and the commotion was simply deafening until the animal was recaptured and returned to the frantic owner. The jewelry tent was my Waterloo! Dia- monds, rubies, emeralds, and pearls were as plentiful as stones. In my youthful opinion, the wealthiest Rajah in all India could not have owned so many sparkling gems. For the mere sum of fifty cents you could pur- chase a ruby as big as a marble, and a dollar would make you the possessor of a real imita- tion diamond. My heart went out to an en- graved gold brooch and a badly damaged Gypsy bracelet. My carefully-saved money was soon squandered and I marched away from the tent as fully decorated as any soldier. The hours were all too short, however, and soon it was time to leave for home. As we drove over the bumpy road, I closed my eyes and dreamily imagined myself back at the fair, laughing at the animals, wondering at the vivid displays, and enjoying the foods and candies.

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Class of I939B