Central High School - Aglaia Yearbook (Manchester, NH)

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l i THE FARM liy l.XNllf5 SIUXNKJS Vl'hen l was ahout seven years old l used to spend my summers on the farm. Nothing has ever quite equalled it. l can still rememher the early sunshine that only exists in tlit- early rising on the farm. lt was pleasant to roam the meadows, lacing one's own master. 'lihe sweet smell ol' the hay, hleached hy the sun, was one thing that l will never quite forget. 'lihere was something ahout this aroma that made one lieel gay, and glad to he alive. ilihere was no monotony on the larm. livery day hroughl something new. On rainy days we lioys would take to the harn where a game of pirates was always enjoyed. The three ol' us, all related in some way or an- other, would he on one side. For a villain, the hired man was picked as he was the fellow who tried to oust us from the barn on every occasion. Ile was not fitted for the role, lor he was a jolly fellow under orders not to allow us in the harn for fear we would scare the horses. My uncle was a grand old man who always had a smile, He was aging rapidly under the strain of worry which at that time was caused hy the depression. Still he al- ways had a merry word for any of us. No one ol us will ever forget our re- gret when he announced our games were over, Iiorever. The liarm was to he sold. No one could speak. There seemed nothing lor us to say. VVe were at gi loss for Words. Years have passed. VVe are now con- siderahly older, hut, whenever l meet the other two childhood friends from the farm, our eyes can not meet without the same thought entering our minds. A thought that is really a longing for the farm which we enjoyed so much as children.

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IANUARY AGLAIA quite self-possessed as he remarks, any place looks good when you're hungry. I remember one Saturday night when he came to the door and told us he was hungry. Mother gave him a tray with exactly the same food we were having for dinner-baked beans, bread and butter, a large glass of milk, and apple pie. This ,he devoured quite quickly, and when asked if he cared for any more, he hastily replied that he was still a little hungry. Again the tray was filled and again everything disappeared with unusual speed. At last he appeared to be filled. Then he showed us his shoes-how thin they were! Mother hurried us to the attic in search of another pair. I-low happy he was when he left us! We wonder where he is now. Perhaps far away asking for his meals in another part of the country. Nobody likes to give tramps a ride, so probably he rides in freight trains or in big noisy trucks. Maybe he has a job now and is working hard. Has he relatives or a family I wonder? What does he do at times like Christmas or Thanksgiving? What made him a beggar in the first place? I would like to ask him these questions but I think he would probably be embar- rassed, or maybe his pride would be hurt. Nevertheless this man has never stopped in- teresting us, and we are always glad to greet him when he comes to our door saying, Ma'm, could I please have something to eat? lllll kinllint By VIRGINIA McLAUGHLIN Hey, Ioe, lookit them apples! Oh boy! Could I go a couple of them! Wonder Where old man Brown is? Probably hiding behind the barn with a pop-gun! I bet he'd just as soon shoot us if he saw us taking his apples. 11 Gee, they sure look good! S'pose we could shake some of 'em down? No, held see the tree moving and maybe send a blood-hound after us! The boys say hels as mean as they comef' I'll tell ya what! You stay down here and watch, and I'll climb up and throw some downf' Okey, but make it fast! Anybody comin? Naw, hurry up and start throwin' down them apples, will ya?'l Oh wait a minute, can't ya? Boy, are these swell! I wonder if he'd-I' Hey, Ioe. Here he comes! Hurry up, ya wanna get killed! Hurry! 'Tm comin', I-Oh! My pants are caught! l'Wow, was that close! Did he see us? I don't know, but we'd better not try it againf' Did ya bring down any apples? Ye Gods! I get my pants caught on a branch, and almost kill myself, and you ask me if I got any apples! Let's get goin. Hello there, boys!-What's the matter, did I startle you? N-oo-oo-o, Mr. Brown, we-we-we were just takin'- we were just takin' a walk. Well, now, I've been looking for you boys today. I wanted you to take a few bags of those apples home to your folks before I pick 'em and put 'em away for the winter. You mean-- Yes, yes, I know you like apples, I did when I was a boy, but I'm getting old now and apples are just about like everything else to me. Have another apple, Ioe, there's still a bag and a half left. I'm sick of apples. And what'll ma say when she sees my pants!

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IANUARY AGLAIA An American By EVELYN ALDRIDGE Every town has a handy man and Otis was no exception, but this handy man was exceptional. Everyone who knew him could not re- sist finding some job for him to do. He was a proud and independent soul who loved liberty and his country ahead of anything else. If a mother called her children and they didn't answer, she would know they were listening to Old Dan telling fascinating stor- ies, and if it were evening, they would pro- bably be roasting apples. If husbands were missing, they also could be found at Old Dan's house arguing politics and world affairs. His fund of knowledge was only exceeded by an encyclo- pedia. Housewives and mothers consulted him on his recipes, for he was as good a cook as he was handy man. Old Dan could boast of having innum- erable friends and no enemies, for never a day went by without someone inviting him to his home for a meal. Children said, He's swellgw women said, He's clever, and the men said, There should be more people like himf, but Old Dan said, I am only a common individual. There are many like me. No one in Otis would agree with him. oll Taking Walks By IEAN BRAKELEY We all like to take walks-those of us who are physically able to do so. The best time of the year to walk is in the early fall when the leaves have turned to brilliant colors and there is a brisk wind in the air which urges the walker on. 13 There is so much to see at these times which we are not likely to observe riding swiftly by in an automobile. Perhaps it is a mere insect crossing the road or an odd tree which has a very queer shape. The fall is the best time in which to walk unless it is a bitter cold winter day. I love to walk along a snowy path and hear the crunch, crunch of the snow beneath my feet. It is usually too cold to walk in the winter, though, and it is better to stay in- doors beside a bright fire if the day has turned out damp and raw. If you have picked out a beautiful day, then start out just before sunset and make your way to some high point where you can watch the sun sink slowly down behind the mountains out of sight. Then while you are returning, think about the beauty of the colors you have just seen. A walk on a clear, summer night is a wonderful experience. If you are an as- tronomer, then you can pick out the stars and constellations with which you are famil- iar. Above all, don't, unless you are an in- trovert, go for a walk all alone, but take your best friend along so that you can share your findings with some one. Growing Up By VIRGINIA DESCHENES Several years ago when I was very young, I had a very close friend named Dorothy. It happened that we were both invited to a party for which we were to have new dresses. We both determined to have very grown-up ones for we were twelve years old and it was time we thought of growing up-so we reasoned. Unfortunately, our mothers thought differently. The result was two very un- grown-up dresses. We were furious. We felt terribly abused. Nobody appreciated us! Nobody even loved us.