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

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Fantaliel IFirat Prize Upper Class Humorous PoemJ PLACE Ce1l in Freshman's Brain. TIME Vacant period. EXIT-Studious thoughts. ENTER FantasiesI Sometimes I wish't I was a man An. wan so big al !Y tan That I could strut a over the earth And make 'em all Iook smaII. Sometimes I wish't I was a g'raffe An' had a neck so long I jes could look over any 01' thing And see what's goin' on. Sometimes I wish! that I could be A great big soarin' kite Then I could simply Hip my tail Al those I linsan't like. Sometimes I wish't I didn't have A mama nor a pa To make me stay in every night And 'bide by cv'ry law. Sometimes I dearIy wish I could Jes be a stingarec Then lyd jes lay in wait for those That have been stingin' me. Sometimes I wiah't I was as handsome As that young guy Lucrce Then as I passed by Kate each time SheId gladly speak to me. Sometimes I wish't I was John D. With all his piles of cash Then 'twouId be an easy thing Fur me to make a mash. Sometimes I wish't I was the owner Of a delicatessen store 50 I could eat jes lots of sweets An' still have plenty more. SometimEHAwT that can't be the beIIl Dawgonit anyway! I guess I've let this wishin' go too far; It 5 another Hunk today. BEN DENNIE. ' I 4. lvaentl-unjp

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hotter and hotter and the hits of scanty shade they passed through now and then as they neared a ranch house. only seemed to intensify the heat. I don't aim to go much further without stopping to get a drink. Bert suddenly declared. Anyhow, l guess Jim's drowned, he continued cheerfully. There was a little fuller 'way over yonder in the Rose district got drowned last summer in one of them big ditches. They were very near the ditch now and Florence's over- wrought imagination conjured up all sorts of fearful pictures. Perhaps Jim was lying unconscious by the roadside where Flea had thrown him. Perhaps his leg was broken and he was trying to drag himself out of the burning sun. She woluld not think that he was drowned. That was too hor- rib e. A group of tall upindly gum trees stood by the ditch and from behind them came a clear, high treble, singing. Hl love to go a-roving. a-roving, a-roving. l love to go a-roving on hazy autumn clays. Could it he Jim? Yes, she could not mistake that familiar rendering of his favorite selection. There he sat, his abbreviated trousers rolled high. his lusty brawn legs dangling in the cool water. his back against the smooth trunk of the tree. singing with all the joy in his little heart. Florence's Erst impulse. after the relief of finding him safe. was to pick him up in her arms and hug him. he looked so darling and little. Instead of that she stood looking at him gravely. He glanced up with an angelic smile crinkling his dirt streaked little face. Hello, Miss Jerome.' he ventured in a common-place tone of voice. ujimf she said severely. why have you done this? uWhyt l was hiding in the weeds ready to jump out at you down by the mail box, and I heard you say that you wished something thrilling would happen. even a runaway. so I thought I'd fix one up for you. You werenlt scared. were you? Honest, I didn't mean-all Then she obeyed that impulse KATHERINE GILBERT, 'l4.

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Second Prize Upper Class Story On: bright September clay, a few years ago. a young fellow walked briskly down the sidewalk leading from the penitentiary. The joyousness and gnod will of earth seem- ed to be reflected in his face. As he neared the gate. he turned to take a look at the building where he had been for two years. It was a large gray stone building with mar row barred windows. The grounds surrounding the instituh tion were shut off from the outer world by a high stone wall. On the whole it was a very uninviting place in which to live; However, that was past. Harry Crcw was free. and able to look the world in the Face. At this moment he was on his way to keep an appointment For a personal interview with the governor. The forty minute ride to the governor's ofFlce seamed very short. It had been two years since he had ridden in a street car, and the new sensation was very pleasant. it seemed to Harry that the wheels were saying. I'l am free. I am free, l am free. As he approached the large white capitol, Harry thought his heart would break with happiness. The governor was bending over his desk when Harry was ushered in. He turned around quickly, and saw standing before him a young man about twenty-two years old. Harry was a tall athletic fellow, dressed in a neat blue suit. His clear blue eyes look- ed straight into the eyes- of the governor. His Firm chin showed determination. and strength of charactert His hand- some face was lighted with a pleasant smile. Good morning. my boy, greeted the governor. You are right on timel u-ngh lt-i-IIJ