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

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M HE BREW w4'?aI?m EE E.. E mmmmmm B 'za O wondrous pillars, fair, sublime you rise, You reach aloft toward heaven's expanse of blue O halls, inviting songs of youth so true, Inspiring us to deeds of high emprise, You Wake each slumbering soul and bid l1in1 rise To greater heights. Thus each his vows renew. Thy beauty is a constant urge to view The nobler aims in life you symbolize. Assemble, then, for modern knights We are, Accept the challenge of the age. The quest Of high ideals is much the truer part. Go, bear aloft our pledge of fealty. To scholarship's real aim of usefulness We dedicate our Hall of Liberal Arts.

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