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

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Douglas put the proof sheet on the editor's desk and turned to leave the room. At the door he met Galey. Hello, Douglas, said Galey, have you got back from the country so soon? By the way, I might tell you I got that Casey Jones story all right, and I want to thank you for giving me the tip. The joke was on Douglas and we rubbed it in. He never bothered Galey after that. IVER NEWMAN, ' I 6 UUE' The Indian Runner A purple sheet of cloudless sky, That bends with downward slant to meet Gray, shifting sands, that silent lie Becalmed beneath the awful heat. No green blade springs in that sad land, No bird-wing beats the heavy airg The marvel of a blighting hand, Vast, silent desert everywhere. Twilight, and then a glow that dies With sudden shadows from on high, Save one long dull red line that lies Far down against the western sky. Across the deep, half-sullen glare, A dark form passes, swift and free, As though a spirit walked the air Alone, a molten, fiery sea. A late moon glows, a sullen light Low set among the saffron skies, And swift beneath it, in his might, The swarth Apache runner flies. With rumors of impending strife Along the frontiers of the land, He speeds, with ever-quickening life, O'er dead, gray centuries of sand. MEADE TALBOTT, 'l8. Twenty Il

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I on the tracks, had collided with a moving train of freight, with the effect that the engine was thrown off the track and badly smashed, while the engineer was bruised severely though not very seriously. Galey went about here and there, craning his neck over the heads of the crowd, jotting down notes now and then on a pad, as he saw something of interest. He in- quired of bystanders about the injured engineer, and screwed his face into a knot, as holding his pad close to his eyes, he took down the items. Finally, he looked as if he felt satisfied. He put his pad into his pocket, and took long strides in the direction of the Clarion office. I followed him up. When I arrived at the office, Galey was seated at a desk in one corner of the room, writing in a painstaking manner. A few minutes later, he went into the editor's room. The editor was seated at his desk. How do you do, said Galey. I have a story for to- day's paper. It is about a wreck at the R. and M. freight yards. Here is the copy. Well, said the editor, you're right on the job, aren't you? l was just going to send a reporter down for that story. l didn't know about it until a moment ago. Let's see the copy. Yes, that's good. Say, Galey, you'll be a full fledged reporter before you know it. Galey left the room smiling. He loafed about the main office waiting for the proof of his story to be sent back. Not long after this Douglas hurried into the office, and went to the editor's room. Say, he said in a loud tone, l've got a story here just in time for the first edition. lt's about a wreck at the R. and M. freight yards. l was the only reporter on the spot, and the other papers can't get it now in time for a good write-up. l'll get busy right away and fix the copy. During this harangue, the editor had looked curiously at Douglas, smiling slightly. When the latter had finished, the editor paused a moment then said, You'd better get busy on something else. Galey Thorpe got that wreck story half an hour ago. Where were you this afternoon? Asleep? Before the surprised Douglas could answer, a boy came in with some proof sheets. The editor handed one to Douglas CASEY JONES INJURED Harvey Cole, an engineer on the R. and M. railroad, received painful but not serious injuries this afternoon when his engine jumped a defective switch and collided with a swiftly moving train of freight cars. Mr. Cole, on account of his ex- perience as an engineer, is called the 'Casey Jones of the R. and lVl.,' by his associates. who read, Twenty-Two

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fi ,,, Di, DQU LE 1 . if Y T 'vi Have you made your date for the class reception yet, Hal? No, answered Harold Bartlett. l couldn't get one anyhow. Don't you believe it, kid. Why, the girls are just dying to have you ask them, joked Chuck Smith. Well, maybe l will try, pondered Hal. You'd better. You'll sure miss a good time if you don't, encouraged Chuck as he started down the hall. The more Hal thought of the reception and the good time, the more he wanted to go. But whom should he ask? Edith Hamilton wouldnt go with him. She probably had a date anyhow. Whom should he ask? At that moment Marion Davis, a new but very popular girl in school, strolled by. She smiled at Hal and Hal smiled back. Why shouldn't he ask her? He had never been intro- duced to her, but she always smiled when she passed. Yes, he would ask her. But how should he do it? It wouldn't look right when they had never been introduced. No, he must figure out some way for them to become acquainted. After an interview with Mary Jackson, a good friend, it was decided that Mary should arrange for a meeting of Marion and Hal, and the date would be made. Easy, wasn't it? A few days later on seeing Mary in the hall, he inquired, How is the scheme working out, Mary? Why, l simply haven't had a chance as yet to see Marion, but I'll fix it up all right, never worry, answered Mary. But the reception is only a week off, persisted Hal. Well, l'll tell you. I'll make the date and you call for her and introduce yourself, explained Mary. l don't like the stunt, but l guess it will have to go, an- swered Hal. Twenty-Four