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

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Yesf she answered simply, in response to hit unlpoken query, my boy died in action over there. Then, recollecting her duties of hospitality, 'Won't you come in for A while? The cottage has seemed pretty lonesome since my Denny-hoy went away. And the light of true mother-Iove shone in the link brdwn-haired womnnIs eye: as she mentioned the name of her boy. Why. yes, replied OINeiI, surprised at his own willingness, I'd like to. The slight ice of formality wan noon broken. In a few momenta the two were chatting away as if they had known each other for years. l'My, but it doe: seem good to have a boy around the hem again, the hrnwn-haired woman remarked, on Larry reached for o welI-thumbed ukulele. nDanny was always a fuldling away on name instrument. I gave him tho! just two years ago tonight. Tickled! He not right down, a: noon on I gave it to him, and began to pick out a tune. IMislouriI was the piece I liked the beat. We would sit out on the front steps, Danny and I, after supper ill the lummer, and he would play 'Miuouri' and I would hum along with him. We certainly were great pals. The boy begun to finger the Hawniinn instrument. Presently he broke out into the little hrnwn-haired woman's favorite piece. He bed a loft hori- tone voice, and as he sang, the Donny-Iels mother listened with twisted hond- Ind gliltening eyes. Thnt does sound good, she exclaimed, u Larry hnished. But if we sit here talking. there won't be any dinner for lll. You'll Itay, won't you? Larry nlsented with little henitnncy, If I won? be too much trouble. nWell, then, III! start things going. You sit where you Ire, end make yourself comfortable. nDun you mind if I come along ? I olwoyn peeled the potntoel for mother. Dear, no. Come right Ilong. I'm going to have steal: Imothered in onions and mashed potaluel. Theta better then hotel turkey and cranberriel, Larry Imwered. The two entered the kitchen. Larry perched on the kitchen table, and the little hrown-hnired women buaied herself I! the stove. There'- the po- tntoes, and there's the peeling-knife, the mid la the boy whiltled I bar from Where Do We Go 1 rom Here, Boys? ' Do you know, mid the brave little American mother, on the light- hennedly lessened the steak. Itthat mashed potatoes am! beefsteuk mutilated in onion: w-I what I aiwayo used to cook for Denny? A MOTHER By Dorothy Burton She known about this vast em! varied life, She know: about its hatred and ill strife, She knows of oil in joy. and of it: love, She knows of all those things from Heaven Ihove. She knows nbout your trials, and why you're blue, She Imows what con and does mike men true, She knows of III you'vegaver even thought, She Imam, become for you her life in wrought. 52's

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just wasn't hungry, with which Larry replied, there lurked n tinge of loneli- ness. O'Neil was not one to tell all the world his troubles. He whiled away the afternoon in a rather ordinary manner: a picture show and a sack of candy. The candy he gave to a forlorn little street urchin who had just emerged from a fight, defeated and penuiless. Then, with nothing better to do, he handed rm interurhnn cur and rode tq a suburb of Los Angelen where pretty bungalows and tall pepper trees and holly wreath: in the windows made the void in larry'l heart all the more un- bearable. As he wandered airnleuly up one street and down another, absorbing the spirit of. Christmas which these pleasnnt homes learned to radiate, he came upon a little white-walled, green-I'oofed cottage, with a service Hag hearing - single golden star, hanging in the front window. Some force, an unknown fame to Larry, but really what i: called Destiny, caused him to stop and linger in the shadow of a fronded palm. From within came the sound of a mellow-toned piano and a low, sweet voice singing, Keep the home fire; burning, While your hearts are yeaming-u- Though your lack are far away they dream of home. Thereh a silver lining Through the dark clouds shining; Turn the dark cloud: inside out . Till the boy: come home. While Larry stood there, listening to that song, I ten slipped from hi- eye and coursed unnoticed down hi: cheek. Perhaps it was the well of the music, or perhaps it was that God-lent tear, for the steel mesh of lonelineu parted. - The door of the little white cottage with the green roof opened, and a light fmm within the room that streamed forth upon the silent listener nllo disclosed a little, hrnwn-luired woman, who noticed the figure beside the palm with I alight start. Who in it? she allied. Larry tried to answer, but Iomehow the words wouhidt come and he only choked instead. t It we: then that the discerning eyes of the hrown-haired-woman noticed the uniform that urry wore, and noticed, as well, the little rivulet of natty water that the boy ahame-facedly brulhed away. That tune kind of made you feel hometick, didn't it 2' she murmured lympnthetically. ' .. . Yet, it lure did, OtNeil managed to articulate. Have you been in the pervioe long '1 Several months. 1 am going to F rance inn few weeks, he replied. . . Larry atared put the quiet-mamered woman at the patriotic little it; With the single golden star. Fin

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l IRS m IAPPHIQA 7 av Jam mvnna Edward Taylor, by his college chum: called Andy. short for Anoniu, on Account of hi: peculiar gift of gab, mu 1: very likable young man. His chum: would have described him an a pianotype, grand, squire, and upright. Becnuse of theme qunlitlea he was sent as school representativa to an athletic convention to be held in the neighboring city. Here in the coum of the week he met an old playmate. 0h, do you remember, asked Mary Louise, the time we cut lclwol to go :wimming and how we were kept in, making up time for A month? t sure do, amwered Andy. and how I got twice u much time an you because you looked innocent and l couldn't. Well, Andy, I found all those old pleturel last week. You'll have to come see them before you go. You will, wonlt you? 1 live at 1313 Park Boulevard. ' Andy said he would be charmed. In accordance with the charmed idu, the following night he put on his highest collar, and his newest, and molt blanphemoun tie and aallied forth to pay hi! respects in the lady of 1313 Park Boulevard. He was greatly absorbed in mentally tnhuhting all lain jokes and topics of conversation, which might come in handy during the evening. in fact, he was lost, not only in thought but else in reality. After many and devious turns it wan with a sigh of relief that he reached a lump post marked Park Boulevard in the 1300 block In I few moment: he located 1313. It won with another sigh of relief and anticipltion thnl Andy straightened lli'l collar, Iettled hi: tie, ascended the stem, and rang the door bell. From hr up the street came a newsboy'l cry of Uxtm, Uxtra, all about Jim JeEriell Andy wondered what almut Jim JeErlel. He mammal lo noun him- aelf to read the card above the hell. To his horror he read the name Brown imtead of Smith,--l1e had the e wrong house! Andy WM puz- zletl a: to a course of proce- dure. It we: too lute to run any. Should he explain and Ipologile? Hi: inherent char- acteristic lnerted itlelf, and he neither run nor apologized. He tried bluff. At thi- polnt the door wan opened by a neat maid. Andy fished in his mind for any name but Brown, and u Jelfrieu won the name he had heard last, he very politely in- quired for Mr. James Jetiriel.