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

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8 CAERULEA '22 A SKETCH IN OIL Wallace Thompson '22 But no longel do vse crave mole action We have a new and better soulce of excitement than elthel affords. The last gusher illustrates our point perfectly. As usual, we are calmly and peeyishly consuming our breakfast. Suddenly a great row bursts forth. VVhat can it be? Hurriedly we rush outsideg not a thing can we see, for a black cloud overhangs the landscape. Forgetting our breakfast, we dash for our long-suffering Ford. Hastily we turn the crank. Again we crank it. Then we puff. Then it is cranked some more. It wonlt start 6 as usualj. After another attempt, we air our opinions of Henry Ford, his factory, Fords in general, and this one in particular. Then it starts. As we clatter 0E in Henry's pride, the roar seems to increase. VVe notice that a good many other Long Beach students are proceeding in the same direction. We approach the well. We must not get oil on the Ford, we placidly tell ourselves. So we leave it and walk very close to the geyser, to the apparent dismay of the guard. We forget that all that goes up comes down. And it comes down with a vim. Great drops of mud and oily water begin to fall. We run back to the car, where oil is likewise spraying the landscape and the Ford. This is too much! Again it won't start, while the beautiful well sprays oil on us with a vengeance! At last we are off, but not until the car, our clothes, and our tempers are coated with slimy oil, not to mention all of the trees, houses, streets, lawns. CA-5-9 E used to think this was a dull old town. Time was when ,lt there was nothing of interest but the Pike and the ocean. wah' 4 ' V - ' . I 2 1 1 ' , everything in the vicinity. So much for the oil well. Did we like it? Oh, great. Did we like the hours and hours we spent cleaning the oil and tar off the Ford's anatomy? Well, that was ha1'd work. Did we enjoy the job we had washing our clothes out in gasoline, and paying the price of

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LITERARY IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIlllllllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIllllll When first you're hazed an' you're wishful to duck, Don't look or take ,eed of the man in the ruck, Be thankful you're livin' an' trust 'to' your luck, An' take your dose like a student, Dose, dose, dose like a student,- But 'the worst o' your foes is the ex' over 'eadg You must get your work done for all that is said, If it finds you unprepared, itlll knock you down dead, An, you'll die like a fool of a studentg Fool, fool, fool of a student,- If you're cast for a 'signnlent by a teacher unkind, Don't growl like a Woman nor crack on nor blind, Be ,andy an' civil an, then you will find As it's credit for the young Yankee studentg Cred-, cred-, credit for the student,- If you're called to the office an' yo11r friends look White Remember it's dis'onor to run from a fight, So tight up your belt, Walk in and sit tight, An, wait for your sentence like a studentg Wait, wait, Wait like a student, Wait, wait, wait like a student, Wait, Wait, Wait like a student, Student hof the school!

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LITERARY 9 llllllllllllllllIIIIIIIIIIllllllllllllllllllllllIlllIIIIIIIIYIIIIllllllllllllllIIIIlIlllIIIIllllllIllVIII!VIIIVIIIHlllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllVIIIVIIHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVIIIYIIIIIIIIIIIIlllllllllllllllllIIIII a new straw hat we had to buy? Oh, stop asking questions! You take all the pleasure out of viewing a perfectly good oil well. Nevertheless, when the next one blows ini' we are going to stay at home, and wish it was ours. So is our lizzy. So are a good many other people who likewise get soaked. Besides, oil wells will be tame by that time anyhow. THE DOOR Alice Osgood '22 Characters Small boy, Pat The Girl, an invalid Mother Neighbor A Friend l U QHE room you see is one of a little cottage in a large city. The district had once been on the verge of being middle- class, but now if you should look out the window at the right, as the Girl is doing, you would know from the unmistakable sg of roofs that needed reshingling, houses that needed repainting, yards that needed more grass and flowers, the urchins that needed more cleanliness, that obvious need of something on every hand, that it was decidedly a poor district. Even though youycannot ,see the view from the window, you would know this by the rooin itself. The poor old room had seen better days, but now! At that it isnit so bad to you. You arenit so painfully conscious as its one occupant of the linlp cretonne drapes Mother had gotten to brighten the rooin for the Girl, the stained place on the ceiling where part of the paper had peeled off and c1'acked leaving the rest outlined in a nasty yellowish stain, the sleazy curtains that on the slightest motion exude the conglomerated odor of city dirt and smoke, and the fried onions, boiled cabbage, and garlic absorbed from the kitchens of the various neighbors. The seasick green wallpaper doesnit jeer at you of grass