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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BY lbllllffllsll Ill LILY Ivan did not think much of this for awhile because they were his friends, his brothers, as it was in Russia. After several days of playing and losing he finally decided that he would play no more, but when he told them this, they jeered at him and called him names. Ivan could hardly believe his ears. They who were his friends would never have done this in Russia. Finally Ernest Rogers winked at Tom Hargis, a wink, however, which Ivan did not see, and turning to Ivan, looked him over and said in slow, drawling tones, I wonder if the Polack Qfor so had they nicknamed himj can fight? I'll bet you four bits, Tom, that I can lick hinifi I'll bet you that you canitfi replied Tom promptly, returning the wink. Ernest promptly took off his coat and advanced to where Ivan was standing, amazed. He gave l1in1 a slight push and said in a fierce tone, Come on, you long-haired Polack, let's see the stuff you are made of. Then he pushed him again. Ivan was utterly dumbfounded. These boys, his friends, were actually trying to fight him, and with bare fists, too. Ah! At last he understood. They were not his friends, but his enemies. They had only pretended to be friendly to him because they wished to win his money, And now this fellow, his enemy, wanted to fight him. His anger rose. In Russia he would soon have made an end of this quarrel, a duel with swords or pistols and it would soon be over. But he could not fight with his fists. Who ever heard of a gentle-