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

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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

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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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25b: Taste: ?alrg H, JACK, I wumlcr what a felier's silllnick wud feel like with a really, truly rabbit egg in it; one like them we seen the Dnhhiifs kids catin' last Izastcr? Haiti :1 ragged litlic ncwsboy, as he .133: trudged along the main street of a great city, and stopped by the brightly lighted shop windows, ail a-glitter with holiday decorations. Jinny. crime ilong hcrcf commanded hiS larger brother, in .1 mugh, yct imt uukimily, voice. If you don't quit your iuolin' any come help sell papers we'll be wonricru' whut it feels. like tn be 011 the outside 0, bread crust. Alf anyhow. there ain't no scch thing as 11 Easter rabbit. A11 them stories you been hcarin' 130m foundin' nests full 0' red an green :111' purplc eggs, with a card sayilf 'From yuur luvi1f Easter Rabbit,l arc jest as hshy as the mm the preacher man told 'hout Jonah swailuwini a whalu. The smaller boy did not contradict, for he knew it was useless; but as he went on down the street, iustily crying his papers, ht: sigiwd, and once stopped to brush away a tear with his grimy fist. Surely this was a cruel old world, he thought. Surely it was a very heartless rabbit who saved his- novelties for children who had every luxury that money could buy. Suddenly a. happy thought struck a spark of life into his sorry, little soul. mIihe very idee.H he exclaimed aloud, ' Fo think I never thunk 0' that afore! 'Course that rabbit won't HCVCF leave me no cggs ii I don't even the him a nest! I fcrgot that's whut all the Doleiifs kids done; ani then my beautiful lady with the violet cyns an' hair like gold, that give me a whole quarter fer my paper t' other clay, told me that nothinf in Heaven or Earth cud 11pr a teller 'Iess First he thped hisseig. When Tony had sold his last paper, he turned his face from the brilliantly lighted streets and ran hard and fast through dark and crooked ways until he came to the rickety shanty he called home. He ran inside and soon came out again with a neat little pine box, one of his few treasures. This he set down under a scrawny rose tree which grow by the door. Then he began tear- Page Fourteen