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

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LITERARY 17 put seats in the back of the room? I glanced down the aisle. How far away the front looked. That silence-that maddening, breathless silence! Squ-e-a-k! Squ-e-a-k! Would I ever reach the front? It was only a few squeaks away now. I would make it. Bing! Bang! lXIercy! VVhat had I done now? I had brushed too near Dickls desk, and sent his books a-sailing. By the time he picked them up, I was at the front. Wl1at.was I going to say for my beginning sentence? Every one was staring at me. I wondered if Jerry, the boy with those darling eyes, had noticed that squ-e-a-k! I glanced in his direction. The dear simp was staring just like the rest. Suddenly, I remembered that I was supposed to be giving a comp. Several words dropped hesitatingly from my lips. In a daze I sput- tered out a few more. What was I saying? That wasn't what I wanted to say. I wondered if that dreadful silence would prevail when I walked back up the aisle. Filling in with a few-and-a- whya-er-als I desperately racked my brain for something to say. At last in despair I gave it up. There was that awful silence again. I felt the blood creeping up to my face and wiggling around my ear rings. Somehow I managed to squeak to my seat, and fall awkwardly into it. Oh! why did my cheeks burn so and why did I feel so cheap and embarrassed? Summoning up all n1y courage I meekly looked up to see lliiss Wallace glaring at me. '4You see, class, this is what happens when you do not prepare your lessons, I heard her coldly saying. Didn't prepare my lesson! VVhat had I been doing last night till eleven o'clock? But, then, how was she to know when she quietly put down a little five that I had on brand, new, squeaky shoes? I often wonder what the teachers learn One-half so precious as the stuff they teach.

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M WEEE, EMR mamma swam-wm.sc.mm'2a How can I stay indoors today? Out there, thru the Woods, over the creek and down A little, hidden, unknown path, A A patch of violets is about to bloom. I want to be there: I want to kneel on the damp spongy earth, To search with my fingers in the mould For violet buds. The little leaves, tiny and new, Outline with red the black, bare branches, And against the sky, The Willow-twigs gleam white. There's something in the air today, That calls me out. I want to exult with that little fish-hzuvk, Riding the cold, Wet wind, still redolent of lNIarch: I Want to splash and dive with the wild ducks Among dead 1'LlSl1CS and the blackened lily-pads, I want to scream, and dance, I thrill To the swift urge and magic of the bursting buds. Oh! what a world of promise is outside! How can I stay indoors today?