Central High School - Aglaia Yearbook (Manchester, NH)

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l LITERARY 5' Soliloquy on the Sa By Thomas Hayden Do the people at the beaches come there to appreciate the sea, or just for the fun of pic- nics? As I sit in the warm sand gazing out to sea, looking toward the horizon dottezl with sails, listening to the swelling and breaking of the waves, I am acutely con- scious of the passing crowd. One group is made up of girls, their faces painted so that they look unreal and almost ghastly in bathing suits which were never in- tended for water. The suits would be in as sad a state of repair as the faces, I am afraid, if either were to receive a ducking. Follow- ing as if in a parade, come jolly picnickers with their million and one children. Do the poor mothers ever have a good time? It seems to me that they are continually shout- ing to Mary or Iohnny not to go too far out, or to be careful of the undertow. Seated not far from me is a very pretty young girl. I overheard her asking her companion to swim nd out a mile and a half through very danger- ous waters to a buoy. The young fellow re- fused to go, whereupon she accused him of being afraid. From where I am sitting, I can see the raft upon which a group of young people are continually making fancy dives- just to gain a glance from a fair one. Further on upon a lonely stretch of beach, I see a young man and woman with a very old man. This aged man is holding his hands out toward the sea anl calling, Waterl Water! It seemed to put new life into him just to be near the water. Maybe he has al- ways lived on a desert, or has never before seen the ocean. But his enjoyment of the water is reflected into the faces of his friends. And so I go on wondering. Who can I seek out who truly enjoys the sea? Can there be anyone who loves the same wonders of nature as IP Are not these people enjoying themselves in their way quite as much as I? Sch ussl By George Kent Hey, Ioe, where in- is that wax? Sorry, fellas, I left it in the car. Why you-!! Oh, forget it-let's get goin' . As we go outside we see a winter wonder- land. The trees are thick with frost. The snow and ice glitter in the bright sunshine, and as we gaze down we can see the trail as it winds down the steep sides of Cannon Mountain. Now and then we may catch a glimpse of a skier as he schusses his way to the bottom. The silence is broken when one of the fellows shoves off, and as he disappears around the first curve, he is followed by an- other, until five of us are rushing madly down the mountain thrilling at every turn. Hey, Fred, get moving! Harris goes into a Christy and with the idea of taking him on the inside, Bill comes smashing down upon him. ,There is a tangle of flying skiis and poles, and as the,snow clears, all that can be seen is a most conspic- uous part of the boys' anatomies. After much wiggling they begin to look like hu- man beings. Suddenly through the clear air comes a call, Trackl The boys gaze spellbound as they see a skier bearing down on them. A crash seems inevitable! Then with a beauti- fully-executed Christy, the skier Hashes past and continues down the trail. Fred blinks and says, That guy was okay. He should be, is the reply, that's Sig Buchmayerf'