Polytechnic High School - Caerulea Yearbook (Long Beach, CA)

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CAER ULEA STAFF Editor-in-Chief .................. Loraine Hunlinglon Assistant Editor .................... Albert Momco Literary .......................... Ethelynne Smith Asliltant Liternry .................... Lillian Robert: Society ............................. Ruth Adam: Alumni ........................... Katherine Stein Debate .............................. Hal Carroll Music ............................. Dorothy Day Athletics .......... . Thoma: De Coudrcs Assiatant Athiuics . . ...... Ray Meacham Exchangu ......................... Virginia Crank Ar! Editors ....................... RnymoncI Britt Dorothea Haskell Joahes ............................... Leslie Lynn Assistant Joahu .................. William Casselbury Assistant Jnahcs ........................ Joe Maltby Manager ......................... Way Midduugh Axiamnt Manager .................... Chlrle: Cruel: CLASS EDITORS Senior Editor ....................... Venn Cornell Junior Editor ......................... Evelyn Eda Sophomore Editor ......... Katherine Gilberl Freshman Editor ....................... David Smith TWenLy-Eve

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The Stew That: Was NM Hamdledl Him T was: seven o'clock. the little cuckoo clock in the corner had just called out the hour. Ann was hunched up in a corner of the Davenport with a pad of paper before her, chewing her penciI abstractedly. and searching her mind for a plat for a story. Oh! for an idea, an ideal As the little clock chimed out the hour she merely sent a discontented glance in its directiont and settled down deeper into the cmnemf the big lounge. She just musl think of a good story for the echool-paper tonight; all material had to be in by tomorrow and here it was seven o'clock already. She had never written a prizerwinning story for the school-paper. and she did so want a prize. and nol just the usual uhormrz-lhle menliun. The little clock leered at he! from its corner and Ann scowled back from hers. uDun't y'PWtSh y'ueknew a story? jeered the clock. Don't y'ue-wish y'ui knew a story? Horrid little monster! muttered Ann vindictively. and then rem. lutely turned her back on the clock. Then. :udctenly. like a streak of lightning. Hashed the idea. Oh. it was a great idea. a dream of an ideat Ann began to write quickly for fear it might escape her. Her pencil raced hack and forth acms the paper. for getting periods and commas in her eagerness. It was a very happy Ann. who an hour later wrate the last word and dotted the last period of a beautiful, new story. As she read it over ta be certain she had not forgotten period: and capitals. a sudden fear assailed her mind. and though she tried to disregard it. it again aserted itself. The story had such an air of accustomedness: each turn of the plot seemed so familiar. What was the trouble? Had the lead it somewhere. she wondered. Had she unknowingly used a story that was not her own? Rehelliausty, the resolved to hand it in anyway. But she could not overcome her fear. What if it shouldn't be hers? What if someone else shuuld find out it waa copied? What would they think if they found out she had stolen a story for Cardinal and White? Her decision was made. If it were not hers. :he would be a thief. and she was not aurhnot sure it was hers. So she lucked her story away in her desk. Next morning. searching among tile: of old magazines for a reference. she found the ttory she had copied. She read it through. Yes. then was no doubt about it. it wai her story. She unlocked her desk and took out her story. and read it again. Then she tore it up into little. tiny hitsy Never mind. Ann. comforted the liltle clock. grown strangely sympa- thetic over-nighl. No. said Ann, trying bravely not to cry. I ciurfl miud-much. That afternoon the material went to prets without a story from Ann Wentwolth. Lillian Roberts. 19'2. Twenty-laur

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Editerialls Perhaps. oh readers of the Caemlea. this issue would better have been called When Dreams Come True. Lon. ago.--even before the now Seniors were fluttering Freshmenethe students of the Old High School dreamed of a beautiful new building where there should be room tn think and mean: by which to strive for greater thing. In Long Beacheboth with student: and townspeopie-to dream is to do: the citizens voted $350,- 000 bonds for a Polytechnic High School. to be built on Sixteenth and Atlantic. We who enjoy this splendid new building. which we already love, wish to thank all you townspeople and you dear P. G.': who dreameci and worked too that we might have our Poly High. We hope to become truer. stronger. more efficient men and women because of you. Oh. the joy of the Polytechnic subjects! Think of the brawn which the boy: ate developing in the forge and sloyd shops. Meditate. if you dare. on the delicious aroma. which daily steal: from out the cooking room! Eape- cially. however. do the girl: like their work in textiles and leatherworh. There it a slit of Christmastide in Miss Barnhisel's room like unto the workshop of Santa Claus. Yes. dream: must be coming true. for a cunning little cafeteria even has atisen aide by side with the Gymnasium. We certainly have enjoyed these lint Sunshiny months. eating our sandwiches and pickles while sitting on piles of lumber in true pioneer style; but in the coming winter dayb- perhaps a hot meal will not come amiss! Hurrah fot the Gymnasiuml It looks very like an old Missioneit is a New Mission of 000d Health-out there on the campus. Yet. in our new surroundings. the spirit of the Old Hidl School has followed us. and is Ali our spiritefor Honor in defeat and in victory ever rules the heatta of the slutienln. A new spirit. an undeveloped spirit. sprang inlo existence the day of the San Diego game,ethe tight to the hnish spirit. Long Beach fought and won. That fluke touchdown was all that was needed to birng that spirit to life From now on we luck to see that spirit handed down to eVery team. to every member of the Student Body. Let us all hght, and light to win. We wish to extend, an a Student Body. our heartfelt thanks to the School Board for the leyai way in which they have supported our every activity. Three for the board! The Caerulea Staff wishes to express sincere gratitude for the uupport of the Student Bodyefnr the fair decisions of those teachers who served as judges of the prizes; and in particular, for the aid of the ever true Faculty members. Miss Bailey and Miss Barnhisel. Ard now. dear Poly Pioneers. May this be our Yuletide prayer:- Never to lower Honor proud. Alway to dream and dare. TwenIy-six