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

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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

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Tea? year anb a1ocher Key OME on, Nancy, wehrc going to eat our hunch out in front today. Not going to eat. haven't time. Have 10 study. OIL all right, see you in Dramatics, the mice - traiIed off down the hall. Something was wrong, most emphatically wrong. For Nan, Nan of 311 people. to refuse to eat lunch with the Bunch because she had to study was a little out of the ordinary, to say the least. And she looked as if something out of the nrdiuary were the mat tart Several 1Eltle, black wisps of hair, hair that was usually perA fectly neat, hung dejectly over her forehead, in her eyes- danced little demons of wrath, there was a clccided puckcr to the corners of her mouth, and her dimples had made a hasty retreat, awaiting a more favorable opportunity. She tore the paper from her lunch, selected a sandwich, propped her Latin book open before her aml then glanced hastily around the vacant study hall. She slammed the book shut; she simply couldn't'study, and that Latin book staring her in the face and re; minding 0f the afternoon test, worried her. She picked up her lunch and started toward the waste paper basket, but on her way there she took a bite, just the tiniest bite imaginable from the sandwich. She gazed at the little, inoffen- sive sandwich in astonishment She had supposed food would choke her, surely no one as miserable and angry as she could eat; But she was facing the undeniable fact that despite her misery and her righteous indignation that bite had tasted good, and she really wanted more. No, she would not eat, she certainly couldntt eat in such a. state of mind as hers. She gave the lunch one half-reluct- ant parting look, then Hung it hastily in the wastehasket. Back to her desk she went, opened-her Latin hook with an air of tierce determination; that Latin positively had to be iearned. After listlessly turning a few pages her gaze traveled to the waste paper basket; she was ratherhagain the Latin book was slammed shut and down on her arms went her head. cherl never in the Page Nine