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

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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-

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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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l 4 CAERULEA '20 ways would call me Baby even now that I, in my opinion. am fully grownJ The iamily at last quit talking about my latest stuntIi when I was around, but several times during the next few weeks I heard Mother mention it, and once I over-heard her saying to Dad, I really do think it becoming, but she looks so frivolous and-and sort of silly. The ladies oi the club at our last meeting were discussing the silly appearance of most girls who have cut their hair. At school, when the girls had recovered from the surprise, I found that altho most of them told me that I looked well with my hair cut, I heard some oi them several times mention that they that bobbed hair made girls look so silly- Especially if theyr are seniors and have to go to college that way? remarked one young lady, tas she saw me-a senior-passJ The mention of college brot to me the memory of a conversation held a few weeks previous, in which Mother and Dad agreed that they could not afford to send me to Stanford-the land of dreams. My mind was soon recalled, however, from the broad campus of Stanford timaginecD to the iihroad application of Emerson's iCom- pensation' tvery reaD. One day a few weeks after this incident I returned home irom school to find Mother in a great flutter of excitement. She met me at the door ilourishing a letter before my astonished eyes and talking as fast as her practiced tongue would allow. I managed to gather from the flood of words with which my mind was swamped that my wealthy Aunt Emma was to arrive on the seven-Iifteen train to make us a visit. iiAnd, Kitty! Kitty! Mother rushed on, she says she is coming to see you and that if you are sensible she will send you to Stanford. You know, your aunt is a lecturer on Women's Problems of To- day or something like that. I donit understand it exactly. but she is a very practical and sensible woman and you must not appear fool- ish Iike so many girls that we know. Here Mother paused a mo-