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

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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

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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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-l-l'lQ Cub 3 and Casey i JE: Jones ft LW' nf. fsecond Prize Sloryj y fr in if l . wif A'A B i. 3 MI .,WK?mn l...uew1NjU ,,. gi! W W C My turn for a story? l'll tell one that happened when l was a reporter on the Evening Clarion. In the fourth year of my connection with the Clarion, a fellow named Galey Thorpe joined the staff. He was a char- acter that would have delighted Dickens, and he was so en- tirely unconscious of himself that he would never have changed. Caley was six feet in height and thin, woefully thin. His face was large, his cheeks hollow, and his complexion sallow. He wore thick glasses with gold rims, and his eyes bulged like those of a fish out of water. He always dressed himself in black clothes, and his ties were eternally white. He was awkward, but did not seem to know it, and he lacked extreme- ly in worldly wisdom. l took the trouble to inquire into the past of this interest- ing character, and found that his father and the editor of the Clarion had been classmates in college. The former had gone out west and had risen in the newspaper business to his re- sponsible position on the Clarion. The elder Thorpe had stayed in the east and was a successful lawyer. Galey was his only child, and his only worry, for ever since the boy was four years old he had read everything from Butler's Analogy of Religion, to Joe lVliller's Book of Guns. At the age of twenty he was ready for college, and to college he went, but what he learned there outside of what he already knew would not have been worth considering, because he had read prob- ably everything on the curriculum, and a great deal more which was not. At the end of his first year at college, Galey was Nineteen