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

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w Sons of m. 4 Walter CH Longfellow will pardonj Should you ask me whence that fragrance, Whence that spicy, pungent odor, With the scent of cauliflower, And of cheese and macaroni, Noodle soup and baked potatoes, When our appetitc's the strongest; Wafling toward us on the hreezes I should answer I should tell you- From that little building yonder, From the place we all call lCanyf From whose kettles. steaming saucepans, Flocks 01' students, when they hunger, Strive to find the food they want there. Then resounded in the class room, Pealing from the othce signal, At the jerk of the big clock hand Just the hell we all had longed for! Downward through the mass of Students, Stepping madly over Freshmen, Rushing down the steep, long stairway, Tearing through the endless hallway, Fill I reached the big quadrangle, Joined the line of famishcd people. Seeming hours did I stand there, First on one foot, then the other, Reading over, over, over That day's menu on the billboard, Just the eats that I had wished for. Oh, thm tempting, beckoning fragrance! Floating out the open doorway! Soon Pd have the lunch I wanted! When the doorway I had entered, Quickly did I seize a black tray, And a snowy paper napkin, Took my place before the railing. Vainly then I scanned the platters, Of the kettles of potatoese lPage Twelve

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LEAP YEAR AND A LOCKER KEY nMany I borrow the key for locker lwonty-fivc, please ?'l asked Nan. Certainly he would he very pleased to let her have it. She grabbed the key and hurried down the hall. The girls were com- ing in from lunch, the warning bell had already rung. Nan didn't glance to right or left. If one of the silly, curious girls said any? thing about the party, Nan felt sure she would slap her. She rushed 11p to her locker; the key didnlt fit; it was me wrong-no, finally it slid into the key hole and opened the door. She reached and pulled frantically around for that composition talr let, but found instead, almost under her very nose, right where it must have been pushed through one of the little ruund pigcon holes, a piece of fmlscap paper, cronkcxlly folded aml addressed in an almost illegible and decidedly masculine hand: Miss Nancy O'Rear, Long Beach Polytechnic High School, Long Beach. Calif. She fingered it a minute, womalrfashion. before opening it; then a sudden inspiration dawned upon her. She tore the note open and read The frown vanished from her forehead, the pucker disappeared, and two dimples pceped timidly from their hiding place. It was. all very clear now. It had probably been there all morning, and Jerry, poor, innocent Jerry, how she had misjudged him! She slipped the note into her packet as if it had been the most unimportant thing in the world. Then she smiled again, one of those nice little inward smiles that make you feel warm and happy all over. Uh! but I'm hungry! Ethelynne M. Smith. l12. Page Eleven

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SONG 0F HE, A WAITER Nothmg 161': was. then: hut keltlcn. When I plead in hungry accents. Asked with voice 5n scul M11 plczldiilg. If no noodle suup remained there, Oh. the answer 50 lmartrcmling Did I llcar!il then passed mlward- Vv'hcncc the salad and the custard! Ginger cookies and bananas! Everyihing alike had vanished. To the tables whcrc my cnmrad Sat contented. smiling, chatting, Stuffiing. eating. all oblivious Of my sad, unhappy visage. Slyly did 1 seize 21 cracker. Yea, a picklc from the countcr. Then departed through the side dunr. Me. the poor, starved. Iannihhcd Suniur, T0 the ulumy walk5 Hmund iL Thence into a far M? 611155 room. There to cram mm innrl. hut LatinL On an emmy. hungry Hinmzwh. Left to wtmrlvr whence that odor. W'hencc that fragrance 51111 lsluwn Hkywzlrd. Ruth Adams. '12. Mmm 1W, 17f? 511 t Page Thirteen