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

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Without a word, Harry left the office, too dazed Lo lhink. He pulled his cap down over his eyes. and slipped out to the campus. He walked close to the buildings. in order to avoid meeting any one whom he knew. He passed the athlEtic field where the boys were practicing football. The cheering brought him to his senses. He thought he would stop a few minutes and watch the practice; Then it all came to him that he could no longer be one of this happy crowd when they found out his disgrace. He shook his Eat at them. He hated them because they were ere. He had paid the price for his crime. and had tried to make good. What was the use? The law was against him. The boys were busy and did not notice him. Harry left the campua. and crossed the railroad tracks which were near the athletic field. As he passed a freight car, he heard a low whistle. Turning, he saw Pat. a convict who had been in a Cell next to his in the penitentiary. Where yuh goini. kid? called Pat in a soft voice. Hello. Pat, I am awfully giad to see you. How do you happen to be here? said Harry. Time was up this morning-glad loo. yuh bet I say where yuh g'uin'?n uI don't know. Dunno? Well, I'll bee. came along with your brother Fat. I'm goin' out on the next freight. My old 83118 is Waitin' down to the junction fer muhi We've a big job on fer tuh night. Are yuh on? Just then came a cheer from the football field. At one time Harry's heart would have responded to this cheer. Now it had no effect on him. The cheer came from people who had been his friends. He could no longer be one of them. he was a criminal. an outcast. Yes. Pat, what's the work? HCoin' to blow a big hank. Come on. HeIE's the train. IRMA STEPHENS. 'IS. iTweuutOnei

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Mine's Jim Dana. The boys shook hands. What course are you going to take? uAgriculture; i am very much interested in that line of work. HGood! So am 1 taking- that course: i hope you will be in some of my classes. By the way. do you play foot- ball? Yes, a little; that is. i used to; i think it's a great game, replied Harry. Come out for practice. By this time they had reached the office. The waiting room was filled with boys. Jim knew most of them, and intromiuced his new friend Harry wan soon at his ease laughing and talking with a crowd of them. In a few moments he was admitted to the chancellor's room. The chancellor was very busy, and after asking the boy's name. told him to report to the registrar. Harry start- ed to give the chancellor his papers. but thinking it to he only entrance credentials. the chancellor waved him aside and greeted the next boy. Jim took Harry to the registrar. He also was very busy. He put the papers on his desk. thinking them to be of minor importance. Harry paid his fees with money which he had saved while working at the penitentiary. He had worked up to heaci gardener there, and had saved enough to give him a good start. Then the boys went to dinner. and in the afternoon they went to find an inexpensive room for Harry. It all seemed wonderful to him to be among these good-hearted boys, who treated him so squarely. In this happy way three weeks passed. and Harry was already a favorite with the instructors and students, because of his good work, and good humor, He made the fresh- man football team, without difficulty. The First team men were watching him closely. Every day he realized more and more the joy of being free. and having friends. One day he was called to the chancellor's 051cc As Harry entered the mom. he was surprised to see the chan- cellor frowning, and his face very stem. Are you Harry Crew? . asked the chancellor; Yes, air. Well, i have discovered that there has been a great mistake. I just came across your papers, and I find that you have served two years in the penitentiary. Now, it is against the state laws to allow a convict to enter our classes, I am sorry this has happened. i shuuid have looked at your papers the day you came, You will have to leave tomorrow. tTwnmn

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Destiny tSecond Prize Upper Class Serious PoemJ I leaned 'gainst the box of my wagon, Yearning Wonder was King of my mind, As I watched the wheat pour in swift scoopfuIIa From the engine's relentless cruel grind. I looked 'tiI the wagon o'erHowing. Was drawn with its dumb kerneled load To the barn where the master awaited, The bad to diverse from the good. Meanwhile my wonder was burning. Yearning agony tortured my soul. I thought: Can it be I am bound thus? 15 life: course preordaincd toward its goal? Will the horses of Fate grimiy draw me To the world hresrmy great testing place? Must I go where stern Destiny bids me, With no choice twixt success and disgrace? Or, am I my lifeIs supreme master. Is the power mine to Flght and climb on? Have I might to carve out splendid victories. And forge on 'til my light'a like the sun? I wondered with all the strength in me, And at last the sweet answer came, A response so laden with comfort, That my tired heart still singa glad acclaim. No! whiapered this wunderous peace bearer. YouIre not a tool wielded by Fate, You're a MAN with the God Spirit in you, The spirit that makes small men great. You're endowed with a brain that says, 130 things,' A sharp ax, Flt to hew out success. YouVre put here to make the world better, And with YOU your life's outcome will rest. HARRY BUFFUM. ' I 3. Www.cyxrwo;