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

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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

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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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1M -'; , . i555? E35551? REE 3' ,, , 7 Myriam Barlow was thinking deePEy, not on her English leuon, however. Her thoughts were certainly not the must studious, for she was carefully plan- ning the unrest method of cnjoling her mother into allowing her to attend I Elncy dress party and dannnt the following week. She we: also debating the probability of her mother'a agreeing to make a new dreu for that. special event.' Myrinln had already been out five nights that week and she knew it would take long and tireless cnaxing on her part to gain her mothertl consent. Thu! Myriam continued to scheme while her grammar lny unopened on the hue. Myriam, it was her mother's voice calling, but it seemed dimly remote end minty to Myriam, for her mint! was filled with e viaiun of the coming party. She law herself as the center of attraction, attired in her new then and slippers and having us a'n escort the most popular boy in high nchonl. She did hot think of the reputation her elcurt had among the best students in the :chool, nor Ilid the care at the time, for her mind we: tilled with the glamour of the coming event and the jealousy of the other girl: when they should see her popularity. Myriam, again her mother called, th'u time in n more distinct voice I: if the were Approaching. Yea, came the mwer rather impatiently from Myriam who was still Introunded hy the enchantment of her thoughts. ttYeI, whet in it? Hersh a letter from Camp Lewis, dear. A Ietter-fron1 the camp? 0h mothermn. Suddenly Myriam'u visions Red and the present became a reality. She quickly stipped from her chair and rushed into the living room hanging the library door EB it nearly bunt from it: hingeu. Give it to me, quick! 'she demanded, snatching the letter from her mntherk outntretched hand. We from Uncle Ralph, the exclaimed, us her eye caught the return address in the upper lefthand comer. Haltily the melted herself on the living room rug and deftiy tore open the envelope. The tint words which met her eye were, Dear Madam t'Who could have writ- ten the letter? Her Uncle Ralph never addressed her in thet manner. There must be some mistake; the letter mult not belong to her. Those were her Em thought. Once again she begun. Dear Madam, Just I few lines to let you know I received your welcome letter, and not finding my one else by the same name, have concluded the letter WM for me. I h-ven't figured out yet why you celled me uncle, because I Invent! my nephew: or nieces, but I gueu it's all right. If you care to answer thin letter, I lhould be glad to know a little more about you, and how you happened to write me. Hoping you will amwer, l rennin Yours renpectfully, Ralph Edgewood, Co. R, 342d Infantry, Camp Lewis, Wash. annnn