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

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111m the Tmlly Piameer Days The Freshman had canied his registralion card to almost every room in the three large buildings. leaking the necessary autographs. Weary in mind and body he dozed at his dealt after a Vain eifort to master his fmt Latin lesson. Come with me. said a voice. and. before he Imew it. In ethereal creature had grasped his hand and. together. they were iioating aver the desks and out of one of the study hall windows. South and west they glided ti the ocean was but three Hacks away; Now. said the spirit. look down. The Freshman saw nothing but a shabby old wooden building, diangred by many signs. where a sale by auctinn seemed to be 30qu cm. As he gated, the buildings around it slowly vanished And a grove of slately eucalyptus trees covered the block, lending dignity tn the old tabernacle. Grove and building :eemeci uninhabited. Camp meeting in over for this season. said the spirit; but look through thin small window. The Freshman saw a small, ham room where school seemed to be in progress. Behold. said the spirit, nLong Beach High School in 1Vinely-Fivel North again they turned. and west, to Pine street How few house: there seemed to be! As they reached the corner of Sixth the Freshman rubbed his eyes, Where was that Ene large grammar school from which he had graduated with :uch glory last June? In its place stood a pretty white building trimmed with red. The lower room: seemed to be occupied by little folk, but from the windows of the upper Hoar emerged fragment: of Latin sentences and choice bits of English and History. In one nhott Eight -

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CONTENTS 1n the Truly Pioneer Dlyn Greetings From the Firm: Gndunt: of Lung Burl- Hugh School The Raul Hem A Palm Chum 0' Mine Somepin' I Seen The Touchdown Sauna Clau- in Ditguile Such in Life The G-rden . 11-: Snagu and lhe 3m Where There'o a Will There s a W!!! Ta the Moon The Story Tin! Wu Not Handed In Edilarul Society Mu-ic Alumni Athletics Dnbllc . House of Reprenentuivel Exchmge- Jaha-

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CERULEA year. said the spiIit. .tyour school has grown to this1. The Freshman :miled in a superior way and the spirit, somewhat nettled. took him bael: three blocks down Pine street. 'TWhat do you think of that? he saidt pointing proudly to a neat grey building on the east aide of the stlreel. The Freshman was a hit impressed. for he could see that high school students occupied the whole building. There seemed to be about sixty of them seated in thuae brown wooden chairs which he had seen only that morning in the Physics lecture room. and there were side rooms. too, furnished with kitchen chairs, for recitation. But he thought of the little. store: he had seen in that building only yester- day. He noticed how close it stood to the sidewalk. and with cold polite- ness he asked. Where are the athletic grounds? The Spirit suit! noth- ing but rushect him through the air at break-neck speed to the well remem- bered corner of Eighth and American. See, said the Spirit. the pret- tiest High School in Southern California. The Freshman saw and was convinced. The low building looked like a Spanish mission with its loggiaa and redrtiied roof. It stood in its own ample grounus. and northward. as far as the eye couid leach, were held: of growing barley. But an he gazed. the building changed. A second story pushed up the low roof: the bad: part of the building grew out. Then another edifice rose behind it and united with the hut. The barley fields to the North gave place to homes. The Spirit looked a littie sad and turned again Northward. As they came near the stately building: of the schooi's new home. the Freshman said. Will you tell me. who you are? and the voice replied. I am the Spirit of Long Beach High School and my name is Progress. I never sleep. The Freshman hung his head. Mia: Hamett. Nim-