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

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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.

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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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. iiMr. JefEriel is in anti will he glad ta see you, replied the maid. He ha! been expecting you for some time now. Andy was dumfoundeti. He surely was in a men. A fumbled mm of phrase: such es, ler. Jeffriel home, expecting him, glad to see him, ran through hie mind. 01:, Yes, probably, he muttered. Nevertheless Andy followed the maid into the living room and auto- matically sat down. He was IO confused that he described his brain action as running in circles and Itars. He caught a lifewsized picture of Jim Jeffries, the lighter, as a three-hundred pounder who couldn't buy anything ready made but :- pocketihandkerchlef. He was completely surprised when instead of the immortal Jim he was confronted by a little old gentleman in gray, with tide whiskers. llWell, well, murmured the little man, If it isnit Sammy Parsons. I certainly am glad that you came to see yuur Uncle Jim. I was afraiti you weren't going to get here. You've got the Personal eye: and hair, but your mother'srfatherls nose and chin. Why Sammy, boy, you look so like the . Parson: that I'd know you any place. Andy swallowed hard and liltened to the old man talk on, lietenecl to the birds twitter? as he called it, wondering what held let himself in for, end who in the deuce he wan suppmed to he, and how he we: going to get himself out of his predicament. He was amused from his not too pleasant thought: by a pause where it seemed something was expected of him. k0h yes, what was that you were saying? inquired Andy. You remember little Sepphira whom you used to play with, donit you 7 repeated the old men. 011, surely. Most surely. Why certainly. Indeed. i never could for- get her? insisted Andy. iiWer continued the eager little man, ill called her, she will be dawn immediately. Andy groaned. With a name like hen she probably would be very dull. He felt 'vary much like going ouuide and getting the air. So he began a eerie: of protestations against her coming down and excuses for his own exit. . ill should like very much to eee Sapphira, but you know, Mr. JeEries, 1 jun dropped in. I am in quite a hurry. My train leaves in twenty minutel. live got to get back to my mom and pack. No, I can't spend the night in town. Are there any message. you would like to lend to the folks at home '1' Just then Sapphire: entered, and at light of her, Andy changed his mind and nettled his collar and lie. iii'mlmhira, you remember little Sammy Parsons, donlt youiw Mr. Jea'riel was saying. lll cnnlt decide if he looks more like the Person: or the Johnsonl. What do you think? i , Sapphirajhook hand: with the Huslered Andy and after a critical impec- Eight '