Central High School - Aglaia Yearbook (Manchester, NH)

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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.

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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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14 I know what, Iimmy, we'll run away! Let's, then they'll be sorry they were so mean to us. So for weeks we saved cookies, sand- wiches, and other foods we thought suitable to the open road. What matter if they got stale-we'd be free! The day was May Ig the time-mid- night. Everything was ready-the screens carefully oiled and the alarm clock muffled under the pillow. lust as the clock struck twelve, a large bright moon threw a small shrinking shadow against the earth. The shadow stole fearfully up the hill to the next house. A sibilance brought Dorothy to the corridor and in no time two shadows laden with large paper bags were creeping down the road. Suddenly the silence was broken by the mournful howl of a dog. Dorothy and I stopped stock-still in the road and stared at each other in dis- may. We both knew that Dorothy's mother was a very light sleeper. Whenever the dog barked she got up and roamed about, often looking in at Dorothy. It took not more than two seconds to reach the house. In went Dorothy, shoes-rubbers-all, and the covers up over her head. Alas! in the hurry I forgot to hold the screen, which went down with a bang. As we had expected, in came Mrs. Worcester. If she had looked closely she would no doubt have seen the bed shaking suspiciously as she murmured, That's odd. It must have been the cat.', At the bottom of the diary page marked May I, 1934, is scrawled and so I guess we're not grown up yet, after all. vhool Spirit By ROGERS BLOOD As cement strongly binds solid forms together so does school spirit tend to bind students of Central together in a brotherhood of friendship and understanding. M. H. S. ORACLE It is necessary, however, to combine the ingredients in the required proportions or the cement of school spirit will crumble and the school unity as well. As loyalty, cooperation, and enthusiasm serve as the vital ingredients for the formation of a solid and lasting cement it is necessary that all the materials are not lacking. Today students as well as teachers are the masons upon whose shoulders rest the responsibility for the mixing of a strong material which in time will solidify, bringing about the formation of a strong school unity. When students and teachers fail to sup- port the many school activities and perfor- mances, is not the required amount of loyalty ingredient missing? When pupils fail to appreciate the work done for the school by their own classmates and teachers, is not the necessary amount of enthusiasm lacking? When club meetings are called and few members attend, when aid ,is desperately needed and is overlooked, when activities are open to all and few take advantage, and when personal ambitions overshadow school obli- gations, is not the much required touch of cooperation sorely in need? Those whobfail to supply the ingredients and mix the cement of school spirit are as useless as those who forget or are indifferent as to future results. There are those, however, who are will- ing to sacrifice their time for the building of a strong school unity, but little can they do when others fail to cooperate, having the idea that the price for work is not worth the results. A strong school understanding will help to bring the desires and dreams of students into a reality. Students, teachers, and citizens all must wield the trowel of the builder and create a strong, sturdy foundation for the stalwart building of school unity and strength of the future,