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

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THE LAND OF TIRED EYES By Dorothy. Burton There is a Land of Tired Eyes where all my dremm I store, My mo'thefs there-and other friends. They meet may at tile dooi'. You may go too, if 'ti: your wish and your desire sincere, But it take: faith and love and hope with never a thought of fear. You gently shut your eyes and think of a1! flank dear ami sweet,.... Then y'ou will see your fairest dreams and hopes come forth to meet And form themaelve; into all yolfve planned and ever longed to be, Then my lovely Land of Tired Eye: will be yaur ecstasy. . A WORLD By R. Fisher Lest the moral-lnw should fade, Ami become an abstraction to his uetiire life, In his own way, each man his Ih'ugglek mnde To overcome his earthly strife. For God has given each main :1 world - A neparnle world of imperfect thought! THE NIGHT GOD By Raymond Fisher 1 hold communion with the Night God Whom I do not understand, Nor do I want to. - He gives me sweet nectar to drink, And I drink 'tii fairly drunk- Ta return to my room with dew on my boot: And a rou-peul on my bread. ' Hindu?!

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On the succeeding day Myriam and her mother set out amid the usual buitle and hurry of an Implanned-fnr departure. By the time they were ready to start, because of their hasty packing there were more bundles than could well be looked after. Their baggage was composed of two bulky and awk- ward bags, two huge satcheh, a grip, and a large double valise. The trip was one of greatest pleaaure to Myriam, for she had Ilwny: enjoyed traveling, and became of her interest in the passing country and her vision: of the coming good time uhe was to have, she had very little time to think of other things. Only once did she think of Ralph, and then only to wonder where his friend, the corporal, lived, and whether Ralph was having as interesting time as she. Almost tee soon to suit Myriam, the journey drew to it: clone, and al each passing mile brought them nearer their destination, Myriam': thought became more and more fixed upon the joliy time she was to have. Finally, after what seemed to her an interminable journey, the train gradually slowed down at the statian. In the noise and confusion Myriam and her mother gathered together their bags and valises and left the train. Mn. Barlow went ahead carrying the one large valise and the small grip while Myriam managed to gather up all the smaller bags and satchel: in. wild dil- Erdgr, the two small and unwieldy bags under her arm and a satchel in either an . Just 8.! they entereti the station, both bags slipped from under her arm and fell with a thud to the floor, while Mrs. Barlow passed on unconscioul of the disaster, thinking Myriam was following close behind her. Oh, gasped Myriam as they fell, what next? I'll never be able to pick them up with all these other bundles. ' Before she had the thought scarcely cumpleted, a young man in khaki whom she had not until then noticed, ateoped for her and picked up the bags. Quickly Myriam turned to thank him. She stopped speechiess. At the same moment the arm of the khakieciad young man holding the ham dropped to his side and an utterly perplexed look overspreacl his face, By: this time Myriam had regained her lost power of speech. Are youAre you Ralph Edgewoud? she managed to Slammer. Yen, and a smile of recognition dissolved the perplexed look on the other'l face, and you-you are Myriam Barlow? Myriam put out her hand and be grasped it ioyfully. Not until then did Myriam notice the short, hoyish young man wearing the epnuiettes of a cor- poral, who had just entered. ' uPaul, she called suddenly. The young corporal turned at hearing his name and at the sight of Myriam and his friend talking together opened his mouth in astonishment. nMyriam, what are you doing here?n he cried. ttMothenr didntt say a word about your coming up for Christmas. And how do you two happen to know each other? ttWell, corporal, cried Ralph. Who was unable longer to keep silent, she's the girl Pve been writing to for so long. I know her am well as you your- self do. But did he? etWhy-ft exclaimed Myriam, live been writing to him for almost I year. 1 guest I know him better than you do. But did she? Eighties

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EHIHES THOSE FIRST PERIOD HALL : By Dewey L. Strickler '18 Why are the hull: deserted no? They are empty on every hand. How strange, you do not seem to know, That this in No Mm'l hmiy ' And why that rushing up the stair, As that girl to her locker rm? Why the bravest heart, ttwould euily awe To tread on No Man's Land. But ah! here comes a noble 1nd. He mml he Full of land. Oh no, hat: rash, stark raving mad To venture on No Man'l land. But why that ghutly, ghoat-like look, As he your flee don scan? Why, I am Erwin, terror of the crank, And this is Erwin'n inn P MY ARROW-ICOLLAR MAN By Opal Does: Riding in a Itteet car and ntudying in the high school library would seem to be entiraly dilierent situation: not capable of nHording like emotion: and :ugge-tive of contrary phases of life. 5511- thare i: a likeness. 0ft time: when riding in the ltteet m if tho journey become: dull and monotonoul, conlciom- 1y or unconsciously, my gluten lttempta to can- vul the entire round of adverlising curds. l he- g'm my search, it panel by beautiful woman, scorn: delicious clkel, Ind even ignore- Chris- topher'l ice cream to find its End daltinltion on the profile of a man. It matter: little to me if he i: only advocating the purchnle of a recognized brand of men's callus, that unhiem'nhed promo, those dark eyes half concealed under thair canon- Twlnw