Central High School - Aglaia Yearbook (Manchester, NH)

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-3 Wishes and Memories By IOHN O'LEARY Oh! what most Seniors would give to he starting school again at Central. How wonderful it was to be able to rush into a class six or seven minutes late, and loudly exclaim in our Finest grammar school Eng- lish without the fear of detention, Miss White, we couldn't Find room 16-A. Those were the happy days, long before algebra, chemistry, or Latin pushed beautiful dreams of walls, electric trains, and our gram- mar school graduation from our heads, re- placing them with hard cold facts. NVe are Seniors, four short years have passed since that memorable day in February, 1936, when we placed ourselves in the hands of the teachers as raw material, not unlike clay. We were to be molded into and trained as the young men and women who had gone before. To be again a freshman would be our fondest desire. During these four years we have progressed at a rapid pace. We came to Central with hardly a thought that was our own. What little knowledge we had was planted fervently in our minds by our gram- , W 1, mar school teacher placed there for the ex- pressed purpose to help us in high school. Remember when we used to sit in our classroom at 1:45 and look out of the opened door with a forlorn look in our eyes as we watched the upper classmen preparing to go home? I-low jovial they seemed as they waited for or ran along with their friends. Yet we seniors wish that we were back to those delightful days. ln the past we have studied and worked hard, so that someday we, too, could be seniors. Work was plentiful, but many good times we also had at school. Tea dances, ball games, junior proms, track meets, club activities and the duties that we have done so joyously and willingly for our school papers and magazines occupied the spare moments of our four year curricula, leaving us many happy memories. Freshmen, it is needless to say that the class of 1940-B wishes and hopes that some day you may take our place in this beloved school and have as much love and respect for Central as we have.

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IANUARY AGLAIA A Small Box By IEAN BRAKELEY On my desk ,before me lies a small box with a raised lid. I made it at camp quite a number of years ago. Every time I look at it, it reminds me of those happy years. The cover is painted blue to represent sky and is flcckedi with fleecy clouds and one or two gulls. In the picture is a schooner which sails on a rolling summer sea. On one side is a light house, standing lonely on the barren crags. It is not at all professional looking and not large enough to be useful. There is only one duty I ask of it and that is to amuse me. All I have to do is to open my desk and there before me is a serene picture of a ship under full sail heading out to sea on a cool summer day. What more is needed to stir the imagi- nation? It suggests so many little stories with a salty tang, brief fantasies born and forgotten in a moment, startling little dreams which will never come true. When it was made, I never realized the thoughts which would come to me when I should look at it in the years to come, But several years have made a great difference to me. Now it fascinates me and intrigues me. It reminds me of that camp from which it came and the hours I spent on similar time-worn rocks 'with the cold, salty ocean foaming at my very toes and the same gulls drifting in the same skies. How many people, I wonder, get as much enjoyment out of a similar thing which gives them happyxmemories, such as my little box gives to me? 'I know that nothing which I possess gives me more pleasure when I glance at it and think of my old friends and the familiar places which I shall probably never see again. 5 Riches By VIRGINIA McLAUGHLIN Dad, wouldnjt it be wonderful to be rich? asked the little boy. Well, son, I've never been really wealthy, but I imagine it would be nice to have e- nough money to buy the things I want. Dad, how much money do you need to be rich? That's hard to say, son. It would de- pend on what you wanted in life. And the more money you have, the more you usually Want. Gee, it must be swell to have lots of money. I'm going to be rich some day, and I'll give you some of my money, too, Dad. You just wait and see! as as ar at 'gWell, sonl It's nice to see you,', the old man said in a feeble voice. How have you been doing? 'Tm fine, Dadf' declared theyoung man, just fine. You don't look so prosperous, reprov- ed his father. You know you sort of promis- ed to make us richf' 'KOh, that, Dad, I guess I'll always be poor when it comes to money matters. But as for myself Dad, I,m a rich man! Wait a minute, son, the old man said in his slow voice. You haven't any money- yet you're a rich man? Oh Dad, donlt you see? Money doesn't matter! You've just said you were glad to see me. I've got you, Mother, enough to eat, a place to sleep, and Dad, I've got other things that money could never buy. I have happiness and friendsf' But you always said your happiness depends on dollars and cents. What's changed your mind, son?,, That was before I found out about life, before I knew what it is to be really rich. A