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

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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;

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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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Beside: a woodland road was a little red school house. First came the school master. Daniel Turner. to unlock the door and put everything in order. He was a tall, we built man with dark hair, forbidding eyebrows, and a stern mouth. Soon afterwards, the children came merrily with their books and rattling dinner pails. They were soon busily playing. The last of all to come was a good looking girl with red hair. swinging her hat in her hand. She paid no attention to anyune, but entered the school house and began to talk to the teacher. As soon as she had disappeared, a general hum of conversation arose. Whoever is that girl. Susie? asked Miranda, a stout plain locking girl, of her tall, thin, no less plain looking chum. Don't ask me. I don't know. answered Susie. i thought your ma knew everything that went on. Well. that's one thing she ain t heard about, Miranda added. MY. 1 do hope she's from a city. I'm so tired of Iivin' here in the woods, an' not seein' anybody but ordinary unv interesting folks. A'Why, Susie Dusenherry. how can you say such a thing when I'm with you most of the time at schoonh asked Mi- randa in an injured tone uOh. we . I wasntt meanin' you, you know.n replied Susie. soothingly. Some of the small boys in the meantime were looking in the door at the stranger. Soon the teacher called the children and lessons began. Before long. Mr. Turner was aware that the attention of the school was wandering. Every- one was either furtively watching the stranger 0r whispering to one another about her. Children. since I see you cannot study on account of tTwL-nterhreet