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

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1 still. She also realized that he was old enough to have a few rights of his own. This thought gave her a pang of sadness, for she really loved this boy of hers. And yet she felt a kind of pride, for he was getting big and handsome and manly, and so she said, Rastus, g'wan over dere an' look under de pillah an' git a quatah out of de stockin' ' an go on down town m de mawnin' an' git yo' haar cut 'spectablef' MARY BARNETT, ' I 5 i FS A ref l' e l ,f W: TQEQ..-330 lg f ,v,f1, 14 N UHAMK' 4 i'A'N 6 TT:-HI 54 'o c.4Vc,-rl, :if W ' 1 f ' tp - X? ff 'N X ll e I l ' w pf-fig fit r x 2 t,, A' 7' A?7l' fi' ftef.f11Y'jQf ,ir P 1 ' , P' - -,f?2:1f EE ,.,,,., have teen

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Yo' shet up an' go an' bring me dat razor strop from off'n dat nail on de wall. Rastus thought a moment and then muttered to himself, I done cut my haar off'n an' taint nuthin' wrong wif dat 'cause l sho' am de only boy foiteen yeahs ole wif gal's haar an' I ain't gonna stan' fuh no lickin'. And then he said aloud, Whut fuh you wan' dat strop? Don' yo' be sassin' me an' talkin' back at me like dat! G'wan deah an' git dat strop, exclaimed his mother, thorough- ly recovered now and determined on giving her wayward son the worst whipping that he had ever received. lVlammy, l done been whipped too much an' l's too ole to have gal's haar and l ain't gonna let you whup me now, said Rastus, amazed at himself for his boldness. Yo' ain't? Ain't yo'? answered his mammy, angrier than she had ever been before. Well, jes' yo' wait an' see who's de boss of dis heah famblyf' So saying, she hobbled over and took the strop from the wall and then turned to strike Rastus. He grabbed the strop and threw it across the room. l-lis mother then went at him with bare fists. Rastus, being stronger and younger, had a decided advantage over his old crippled mammy, and soon she was lying prostrate, though unhurt, on the floor. Fearing that the world was really coming to an end and being very much out of breath, she lay there motionless and with eyes closed. This sight frightened Rastus almost to death and he began to feel sorry for what he had done. He even wished now that he had not cut his hair. lVlammy, l'se sorry. Hones', mammy, l didn't mean to do nuthin' an l'll let my haar grow back agin'. Mammy, please say sumthin'. She was too much out of breath to say anything as yet, and then she really didn't know just what to say, so she lay there, silent and motionless. l'se done gone and killed her, screamed Rastus, des- perate now. O, Lord, what's l gonna do? They'll percu- late me sho', and screaming he started to leave the cabin in search of help. Not wishing to have any one witness her humiliation, Aunt Eddy stopped him. Come back heah an' help me to git up off'n dis heah Ho', she commanded. After having reached a chair, she sat there staring at Rastus and there came over her a certain revelation. She realized now that her fourteen-year-old son was not a baby Sixteen

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The Call of the Sea fsecond Prize Serious Poemj The smell of the sea in my nostrils, The sound of the sea in mine ears, And the echoing shriek of the sea-gulls, Still I hear through the passing years. And I long for my staunch little clipper, That glided the top of the foam. No boat on the sea could e'er beat her When sailing hull down, towards home. l've stood on her deck in the starlight, While the water slid by with a rush, Or sailed up a path of pale moonlight, When the night seemed bursting with hush. l've clung to her wheel till exhausted, A-praying the wind to go downg With the wallowing boat half dismasted, And the crew turning pale 'neath their brawn. But somehow the land doesnt suit. It's the sound of the sea l hear. lt's the call of a life that is free, And men who never know fear. ELLSWORTH COOKE, ' I 6 Q 'i q 1 Flightce