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

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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

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C AERULEA whole wiclc wnrld lmrl there ever hecn such a miserable, abused, unhappy creature. Everything harl gone wrong from the alarm clock on. In the first place, not handing the warning of the little, shrill-voiced alarm, she had drifted blissfully back into untroubled slumbcrs, and consequently as she reached the corner she saw her car sail tantalizingly by. There had heeu nothing to do but walk, so walk she did. llcr shoes were painfully new, and she could fairly feel her morning curls unkinky in thc foggy morning air. When she had finally waded through dust, Mumhlcd over ClOdR, fallen down small jumpingwoff placeg, and other like 111isl'ortuncs, she reached school. She harl searched vainly for her locker key. It was. gone. She rushed to the office; she was politely informed that the duplicate key was lost, evidently harl been taken from the office. The principah with his bunch of kcys, had been her last hope. He had been called to the city. All of these had been troubles, but they faded into iusignift- cance beside the great trouble. The Bunch had decided to give a Leap Year party, foolish things anyway, Leap Year parties, thought Nan, and each girl had to invite :1 hey. She had waited. and hesitated, and thought, and weighed their respective twcightsl virtues and worths in the balance, and fmally from the throng she had chosen Ierry. She knew perfectly well she was going to ask him, all the time, but it was fun to consider deeply erc she tool: such an important step. Only that morning she had written him the note inviting him, and heavily umlergcorcd after the fashion of feminine note writers were the words: lbBe sure and let me know before noon. And he hadn't let her know, and he had had several Oppon tunities. They had passed often in the study hall. and it was too late to ask any one else. She could hardly wink back the tears when she thought of the dream of a dress, all new and soft and silky and blue and covered with tiny roscbuds, spread out on the guest? chamber bed. Her head came up with a jerk. Miss 13- had told them the day before if they came to Latin class without their composition tablets she wouId have to seml them to the othce. and Nan's tablet lay securely inside her locker. She would simply have to get into it, if she had to break in. Some one came inm the ronmt It was the principal. Page Ten