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

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ClERULEA gianccd at the speedometer. The needle had broken to pieces in its attempt to record the speed. He heard a shrill whistle and saw an engine loom up to his right. But hr cumlcl not stop. He lay an Iht' wheel as: the car jumped in the air when she hit the tracks. Something ground behind, but he dared not 10th hack. for the Fiat chased on. A square turn lay in from of him. 011 went the emer- gency. The machine swung over, then rightcd herself, and tore on after relief for the bank. He was on Adams street. He heard the policemenhs whistle, cries oi runaway auto? and saw people jump; but never slacken- Ed speecl until he pulled the old machine to a stop in front of the National City Bank. He rushed into the bank, presented the note, grabbed the money, and chased back to the Fiat. Fifteen minutes to go lwenty-Hve miles! Could he do it? Good Lord! he must He had to save the Third National. He was on the boulevard again, crouching over the wheel. He saw nothing but white road ahead. He pied with the car as if it were human. Go it, nkl girl! We'll make it. W'c must! We must! Come on,n0w.alitt1e spurt. There are the Tremout tracks. WEN almost there. Come on, now. All your strength into iL She hit the tracks, A shot rang thru the air. He threw his strength on the wheel and kept thL: maul. There were only two more miles. He must let that tire go. He heard a cry. He turned his head for an instant. The burning mire had set fire to the ma- chine. If he got to the bank before the hamcs reached the gas all was well, If notewell! he was driving his last car. The big building jumped into sight. He threw an the emer- gcncy; grabbed the :suit-case full of gold, and was in the dear, old bank almost before the machine stopped. As he pushed the money thru the cashierhs window the town dock struck twice, Outside mere was a terrific explosion. He looked. The Fiat was in Hames. Elmer H. Tucker, '12. Page Six

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Saving the. Ebirb Naticnat All day he had sat at the wheel oi the Fiat at Lhc side door uf the NationaL Every ounce of Superfluous weight. from mud guards in leather cushions. had been stripped from the machine. She lay on the ground. gently throbbing in her anxiety to in: off on the cr- rand which would stop the run Ull the only bank in the city which had not hecn forced to close its doors. At last 1110 nrch'r came. wrake thin nutc of identification, urdcruzl the whitwhaircd president. National City Hunk, Third and Adams. H'e can't huh! out after two n'elock,andi1's onc-hftccn now Can you make it? YGSJH He was alrcatly m1 WVahnlt mcmlc. A motor dcop chased him, but he 10ft him fnl' hehhul. A5 1hr. car How ill the air at the Tremunt cms. Hg, he cut down his spuwl fur the hill he was fast approaching. At the fool nf tho incline the speedometer registered forty miles. Little by little 11:: throw on more gas. The needle crawled higher mile by mile until at the lop i1 quivurcd close to Hlty. Then he threw her wide open Thu 01d cnginc breathed deeper and deeper as she shot thc car nn faster and faster. He Pug:- Five

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Tangcrl Beware! IDE yo'self away, deah! DE whoIe. big world am fallitf heah. A big, white. monslah ghost on it, Good Lawd! It!s jns' an Easter bonnet. Look out deah! See dat dragon Comhf right heah in a wagon? It looks jus' like a threeitaled comet. Notwithstandin' it's an Easter bonnet. Jump aside deah! Sec dat monstah Wid six big shears stuck out o' l111l1? Six big men fall clown, she done it Wid dose big shears anV an EaSter bonnet. Now. mah friends. some good advice- After you,ve readIclis once or twice. Procuah a gun, a sawd, a hatchet, Den go kill off an Easter bonnet. Newell H. Stearns, '14. Page Seven