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

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Ebe ?ortunes of n Mote SSSTTT, remarked Mary Ellen softly to the sur- rouhding athSphcru Under cover of this remark she casually sEid her two first fingers, between them a Slip of paper, thru the crack between the double desks. and wiggled them tentatively just within Bctsst vision. Nuw, be it known that tts. Qttt is the magic word that attracts: all cars, that turns 21H hcads-even sometimes the teacher'S. This particular teacher heard Mary Ellen's pcnetrating rn- minder, and turmoil her head in Mary 1511mm tlirectiuuh to the im- minunt undoing of Mary Ellen; IiMiss Johnson, pray come to the desk. she requested. her tones at ten below. Miss Johnson mcckly did as requested. How- ever, even the teacher couldnt phase', Mary Ellen. Only the the mischievous youngster 011 the front seattOh. yes. we have them, even at High School-beheld, applauded, aml iorcver held his peace. Mary Ellen, rising from her seat quietly, slid the traitor note inside the cuff of her big coat, and pulled a Latin paper surrep- tionsly from her pocket. That Latin paper was the pride of Mary Eilonls heart, for it boyc a Hauling red A-t- at the top. and was conclusive proof that Mary Eilen had been smart for once in her life. Would Miss Johnson kindly give her the paper she held, the teacher inquired. Mary Ellen was only too happy to do 50. Dear Teacher did her best to hide her chagrin, with that Hauling A-4- Staring her in the face. Not to be undone, however, the teacher desired to inspect the contents of Mary Ellen's pockets. Again Mary Ellen was glad to be of service, and displayed note book, locker key and cornucopia nickles before her watchful eyes. That will do, Miss Johnson,. announced her inquisitor. Mary Ellen returned to her seat, and encountered the sympa- thetic and admiring twinkle in the eyes of the youngster 0n the front seat. And let me whispervthat teacher's not anywhere around. is she?-You may take it from me; Betsy's heart was glacldened long before the end of the period by the reception of that good? omened instrument of deception. Lillian Roberts, '12. Page Twenfy-ane

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CIERULEA W'hy, the way he made that hnme run-f' Their voices faded away. A few hours Ialcr a wcary little woman want slowly up her stops. AS she opened the door, .shu found herself in her daughter's arms. Mother, what is the matter? Why rlitl you come 50 5mm; and where's Hick? nNothing's Il'lc matter, and Dick is-hnck thcrcf came the answer. Why didn't you bring him? Father's hccn cnuuting the hours all rfay, and l, why I maul: Dick his. favorite fudge. And he let you come home lnnight. alone? Mm 151nm looked Empinringly from her daughter to her has? band and back again. It wasn't his fault. she explained, Wu: didn't know ahuul it. Then came the short story. hi couldn't disgrace him, she Fm- ished, by bringing him home like a naughty buy, aml I know if he REIW me, he would know how I folL And besides, he isn't my little buy any longer. When I saw him there. 50 big and proud, with everybody shouting, i realized for the first time that he is :1 man now. We want him, hut the world wants him more, and he needs his life then: more than he nceds HS. Alice Hayes, 12. Page Twenty

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5b: Unsuppressiblm HF. Insnpprcssihle met two girls in the halL Way! said he, hI want to ask you girls a questithI have to know it for history Is it against the law for a man to marry his widoufs niece ?'1 The girls stopped, looked at each other, aml thoL . '1 don't see why he couldn't if he wanted 10. said onc. 2V0. of course there L4 ImLhin;r to prcvcm him! said the other. Then the Insupprcssible placed his hand over his mouth, coughed apolt'rgctically. and smiled a timid. embarrassed smile. He said, in a soothing voice, You girls think it over for a while, and see if you can help me then. An hour later the librarian scowlml at the two girls, whose laughter was 50 uncontrollable. W'illiam Casscllhcrry, '11. .IE 0. Block of Outs! ROCK of ours, we can not let you go. What we've loved so long,we cannot part with so; 'Thn' we've spattereti you With tar; And we do your beauty mar, We will mourn your ?atc afar, If you go. So forgetting all the num'rals that :3th stay. 'Wdll put by nDad hlrcham's fears, And weql wash you clean with tears, And then all the coming years, You'll be gray. Frances Howe, 12. Page menfy-lwa