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

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22 CAERI ILEA '21 lllllllllllllllllllllVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVIIIIllllVlI!IllIllHIlKIIHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIlllllllllllllHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIlllllIIllIllllIlllllllllllllllllllllIllllllllllllllllllllIIllIIIIHIIIHIIIIIIIIIIIIHIIIIIIIHIIIIIIIIIllllllllllllll between paroxysms of mirth, A man of seventeen! And it sounds like Lizzie is to furnish the references. What a good name he in- vented, too. Mother, can't I answer? It will be such fun. I won- der who he isf' - Well,-I'll speak to father. This is so unusual--very uncon- ventional-but-i' Jean enthusiastically hugged her mother and exclaimed, I just know dad will let me. I'll coax him, anywayg but I'll wait until after supper when he is in good humorf, At six-thirty the family seated themselves at the table and supper was served. Before the rest had barely started, Joe had gob- bled down a piece of bread and the biggest onion. Joe, do chew your foodf' reproved his mother, while his father shook his head gravely and sadly as if to say: That boy will never grow up and amount to anything. With twinkling eyes Jean flashed a smile at Joe and then stopped suddenly, for slowly a large tear had squeezed itself from the corner of his eye and wound its way down his cheek, passed his mouth, which was chewing uncommonly fast, and fallen with a plash into his plate. She stared in astonishment, for she had not yet sampled the onions! Mother and father followed her glance, and her dad said kindly, What's the matter, Joe, boy?,' Joe winked rapidly and said with difficulty, '41 got a bone in my throat? Why, Joe, how could you? said his mother. This is a fine piece of liverf, The boy was engaged in chokingly swallowing huge mouth- fuls of bread, washed down with water, and J ean, who saw through it all, was taking dainty bites of onion and saying nothing. Dad was rather preoccupied, and, his mind still pondering a vexing oflice problem, he absently bit off a good-sized portion of onion, Jean lirst observed the startled look, then a wild light in his eyes, and he began to gobble bread about as fast as Joe could.