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

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THE GAME LITTLE AMERICAN . . : - .0 And, Hal, i9: up to you to unpack the cream freezers early. They hnv been on the back porch since noon frozen tight? They were home now. htWell, I will. So long till later. So long, and she ran into the house. That evening as the ciock neared tWelve the cram! of young people paused in their dancing for a moment before a siikeu American Hag hung over the door. Each uniformed man, soldier and sailor, stepped forward and laid a written resolution for the coming year in a little basket beiow the soft fold! of Did Clary. These were to be read later. i Unmindfui of the hour and the appropriateness of the act, Phyllis went up the stairs two at a time, leaving her guests in the rooms below. She peeped into her father's study. Only the slowly burning open fire splashed the room dimly with light. She shut the door qzzickiy, and with her back to it she read over twice a piece of note paper. ttUh-huh! What have you got there? came a voice on! of the shadows. tiHello, Hal! Whewhy are you poking around here ?i, W am not poking, with grave dignity. I am writing a diary. But my, what is that you have there? A New Year's resolution. And she securely fastened it with the pin that held her rows in the soft folds of her belt. Then changing the subject, Hal, 19:93 see your diary? Not on yuur-exislence. The young man shut the hook tightly. Ha h-d rather bright auburn hair which might, or might not, account for his Je- termined dispoaition. He eyed the aowers that heId the hidden paper speculatively. I did not know you could write books, Hal, she laughed softly. I am not writing them so youid notice it. This is only jotting down events-and resolutions. For the first time his features relaxed into a smile. He sattled hilmelf more comfortably into the chi: and stretched out his leg: to the blaze. How- ever, he never looked away from where she halF perched on the edge of the tabie, as if for high. There was careful absence of any expression on her face to suggest a possible interpretation of what she might be thinking. 01:, yes, lhe gave a little Itati forward, tiDo tell me what you are awearing DE from, Hal. The ulual things-tobacco, club, and all that ? t None of them. This time if! big. That is why I came up here to meditate. Phyllis looked down at the tip of her satin slipper and wiggled her toel. He went on, W decided to enlist. Been basing so much 0':- a cerhin little pal of mine, hoping some day to see her grow into a. regutar little woman. She does nothing now but go to dances. Tonight is an example. At the mention of war she shmddera. She avoid: the Iubject; won't even listen to conversation concerning the boys going to France. Down Itairs right now they are linging ttOver There, and nine childishly rum off to read a note! Of course he did not realize how chiidish it was of him to mention thig Int. Phyllis slid down from the table. ttYou milk! make remintiolu eon- TIqu

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1;.ng EMEEWWW A trend of marching fee! and a blue of mmic sounded. - HI! and Phyllis coming home from school, turned I comer am! looked up. Just ahead of them was the recruiting station. Down the Itreel came the band heading 3 cnmpnny of soldiers. As the colon passed, 11:: boy and girl Itopped and with the crowd stood nt attention. This day was one of high patriotic feeling, for the home boys were enlisting. There Were tear: on some faces. Hal, glancing sideways proudly watched Phylli: salute. Game little American, he thought. Jusl then a bugle called the marching men In stop. An officer came for. ward to the cleared space before the crowd. Another man started to hand out some little white paperl. Instantly, PhyIEin changed. She looked hurriedly ' wound. She started to emu the meet then thought better and turned luck. With her umbrella she draw designs in the leave: by the curb. . Hal began to stand tint on one foot, then an the other. He abstractedly look OE hi: cap. Feeling the cold, he put it on again. ' ' 0! come, Hal--oh, is that man-is he going to make a speech? Bllmcd if I know. Here, wait a minute. I'll get a camp stool. Hg WM 01? toward a soldier by the door. The mm with the white papers paused. H-lf eager, Phylli. pul out her hand, then drew back embarrassed. - Want one, Min? Please. Thank you. She glanced at it eagerly Ind stuck it in. her pocket. Hal came back with a stool. 0h, Hal, donit bother with thnl. Let's go. Sure-wAll right. He agreed promptly. He looked down It hi; com- rade intently, but when she looked up he turned to go. 'Rey Were silent for I long way. At last he said, WI'he Hag decoration; were greit. Then ch; . i i i ing the subject they talked of the New .42 -'- H ' ' Year's party. Count on. me curly enough to roll up the rum. ' Fine. Hal. We can sort theI I music, too. I have some of the newest ,1 WII songu. The boy. from the Fort a will enjoy them. And-aqyl Did I Itell you Ralph is saith: to bring his bugle? He said heid do his leval bent ' ups Ind reveille on the I front slept. 3 Think of the neighborhood 1' ' . e I -N'aighburhood nothing. Nifty i idea! Elwin

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cerning yourself, perhapl, IIWIyI to hell the exact trul: . She looked over to Hreplace Ind drew the tiny IquIre note from hut girdfii Extending her hmd she let it Hatter dawn into the Elma. II: 1:ng Imo y. It WM I just a note to you. To me? She nodded, :lill looking down. I meant to tell you some things. What sort of things? She smiled, I! does not matter. hWhat sort of thing: '3 Oh, Ill-sqrtn. h I wpmier if there is qut I bit of thIt noiex unburned yet. He Imus! over to'poke the ashes. I lurely hope not. And she m1 Icrou IhI room. On reIchinz the door she turned and nude :1 face at him. I am going to wear oll' on I ran! omety, red-headed thing! ' Buta-why-you fraud! 1! isn't I note! We a list of U. 5. my division- Itill open for recruits! Yes, Icln-mwledged the fraud cheerfully, I wanted you to think of enlisting fint without innuence from anyone. You me, I tried to lat you, HII, and instead you ware testing me! After saying this, lhe dust the door quickly anti wen! dawn. the step: two It I time. Yes, and Hal wan not fIr behind. TRANSGRESSORS By RIymond Fisher Pram over the hills come: the moon- . hSIme old moonU And from over lhe hill: peeps the bay of the moonw- Uti's only I crater that you lee. you loomU You, moon. light the night with your lullrom Ihra- hLook out or you'll stumble, you poirD Dear one, In the moon we chant I hBatter go home or mother willpantn in I heIutiful mlitude, all rupture . h amok out! The poiice rapturen 7 All Ilene save for you moon'l 6m: nup- G'oul, on the bench! Around the hand in mother pIia-D Tina'wun