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

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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

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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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For a second Myriam wan speechless. Then a cry of ciipmay burnt tram her. 01: mother, she cried in horror-strlcken tones. Oh mother. the lwfuleut thing has happened! Ohm and she guped again as the enormity of the situation dawned upon her. Mother. my Hrs! letter to Uncle Ralph went to the wrong person. Then a torrent of wards followed. And to think that lint letter of all letter: should not have gone to Uncle Ralph! It was a good, long eight pages, too. Oh, and I just laid everything I thought of at the mo. ment 1 was writing it! And mother, I began it What adored and revered Uncle,' and ended it lYour most heartsick and lonesome niece? Just think, he read every word of thnt letter and the middle wan the want of all. What will that boy think, anyway? I'm glad he won't ever see me. llm sure I'd die of mortiflcntion it I had to look him in the face. I guess llll have to answer his letter, though, and explain the mistake. After many more such exclamations, Myriam calmed her rulHed Itate of mind enough to get out her letter paper and mlwer the letter and explain the mistake. A: the continued to think about it, the more unusual and romantic the error appeared. Just think of such an occurrence happening to her. Why it didnlt teem possible, but as it had really happened she might a: well make the best of the mistake, she thought to herself as she wrote. So thinking, the added a poltscrlpt stating that she would be glad to hear from the writer again, and then mailed the letter in: flutter of excitement. For week: the train: had been steadily emptying into Camp Lewis their mined: of drafted men from all parts of the West. Some had already been there for several months and were partially trained; others had been at camp but a few clays and were a: yet entirely new to the usual conditions of the tr-ining camp. Among this group was Ralph Edgewood, a young man who h-d nrrived from Wyoming. He had been called by the last draft from the only cantinwed work he had ever known, and since he had few friends amt! no parent: or relative: living, there was no one to hold I reltraining lnhuenee over him. He felt as though no one: cured whether he followed the right or wrong path; no one sympathized with him in hit trials or disappointments, no one rejoiced at hit succeuea and progress. What wan the me of it all, anyway? had been his last thought n he left hi. tent that afternoon for the camp postoiiice. He really had no reason at all for visiting the ol'hee, for he had received but one letter since he had en. terecl camp. Nevertheless, if only to break the continuecl monotony of camp 'routine, he decided to walk to the pelt oEce. The one letter he had received had been very interesting and friendly, but then it had not been for him. The letter was evidently from some girl to her uncle, and the writer hid either for- gotten to put 'on the letter the number of the company or else trusted to luck that there would be but one Ralph Edgewood in the camp. However it wn, he had received the misnive. OE ecurue he had. answered it II loan :3 posu- lible, explaining the mistake, but from the depths of his loneliness had added more than the explanation. He had even bagged the writer, if Ille cared tn, to continue writing, but of course, he reasoned As he mailed the letter, She will probably not care to write to Iomeone she doesn't know. As he entered the low othce door, one of the men who was clistributing the mail for each eompnny called out, Mail for Private Edgewaocl. R 342. Several of the lounging men in khaki turned. They soon learned the men Fifteen