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

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Virginia Williams I did not feel extraordinarily comfort- able as the car rattled and bumped along, carrying me nearer and nearer homeh Motherhand consequences. I had not asked any one about cutting my hair and now that I that of it. I was sure Mother . would be angry that I had lost my curls, while. DacI--well, Dad- I was sure, would disapprove of a daughter of his appearing with so short a crop of hair and so frivolous an appearance. Why had I not thot of all these arguments before I allowed Lu- cile to persuade me to let her exhibit her :1ti talent as she called it? a had that that an amusing way to express it then and had giggled over it, but left alone in the car with Mother getting nearer every instant I thot sarcastically, It wasn't her hair she was demon- strating 0111'? Watts! yelled the conductor. I jumped and then settled back in my seat once more to have the battle out in my mind. Compton! was the next shock I received. As the. car rattled along American Avenue I felt that I should Scream, sitting there quietly listening to the maddening conductor call out the streets, Twenty-secondhEightcenth-Sixtcenth-Ana- heimI'mand so on down the list. It seemed miles between Willow- ville and Third Street, and then more miles before, at last, I climbed off the car at Redondo Avenue.

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The moon with a silver shimmer Shines down on the sea tonight; She is round and full and golden And beauteous is her light. I wonder what she is thinking As she shines so calmly there. Gazing down at the ocean, Her face so wonderfully fair. Can it be the ocean's her mirror, Rippling with silver bright But what has she seen that she. hideth Behind that cloud, her light? Ada Purrier '20

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Nineteen Twenty Dad saw me coming and strolled down to meet me. I nervously pulled my hat down over my hair and tried to smile naturally. Did you have a good time cfear? You look rather tired, but then, of course, Since the strike the trip is slow and tedious, he remarked as he fell into step with me. Pm all right, I answered none too graciously. Well! Mother! How do you like it? I shouted wildly as I opened the door and threw my hat in the corner. I wanted to get the agony over as soon as possible. Ilike what? asked Mother looking at ma in a startled manner. Why, my hair, of coursel I replied sharply, feeling that it must be the first thing that anyone would notice about me. Oh, your hair, answered Mother calmly. What did you startle me so for? It looks real pretty. Did Lucile comb it a new way for you? Comb til! I yelled making it all stand on end. Comb it!! It's CUT! Cut-wt! Your hair cut? Cut! Yes, CUTIE G-UyT-Fcutlwcut off! gone? I fairly screamed. It's sheared! Now do you like it? Mother collapsed in a chair while Dad tore about asking what he was going to do without his Babyk beautiful curls. IHe al-