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

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LITERARY 13 IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII IIIIIIIIIIII IIHIIIHIIIVIIIHI Illllll IllillllIlllIIIIIIIIIIIIIllllIllllllllllllllllllllll Girl: Pat! ! Boy: Aw I can't see noth- fThe dooi' opens and the Girl gives a horror-stricken Koh! But the door, here, does not live up to its reputation. Pat has done a catapult and is on the top step, rather surprisedj Pat: Gee, that was good! Illl do't in our circus. LMothe1', who you can immediately see by her face is one of these kind, patient, strong women, enters calmly, followed by a friendj ltlother: There, there, dear, donlt cry. fTo the girl.j Girl: Uh. Mother, if he had--. Like me. Oh Mother! lilotherz But he didn't dear: he didn't. Girl: You look so happy tonight. VVhy? Friend: She has something to make you both very happy, dear. You remember those sketches I took to show my editor friend. Girl f bitter againjz Yes, I suppose he said After more exper- ience and training I would be glad to do something for her. And you might have her t1'y some different style. This weird looking .stuff doesn't appeal to our magazine readers. Great deal of talent, though, er-great dealf, I don't call that good news. The same thing it has always been. Wheii I give you sketches now, I hardly think of it. Friend: But- Girl: Oh, it doesn't hurt me any more. It's just a waste of time on your part. K With a wan smilej I thank you for your efforts. Friend and Mother ftogetherj: But- Girl QHer reserve breaks down and again her voice is high, thin, hysterical. She is, as if alone, looking at nothingj : I't's all the door, that door. I canlt draw anything else. It fills my imagination. Pictures from that door! How could any one like them. I hate them! QSlowly and intenselyj But I have to draw them, I have to. fShe becomes aware of her mother smiling at her through tearsj Oh. I am so sorry, ltlother. CShe shuddersj But that door- Mother: Dear, it's brought you happiness now!

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12 CAERULEA '22 IHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIllIIIIIIHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVIIHIIIIIHVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHIIIlIIIlIIIlIIIllIIIlIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHIIlIIIllIIlIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII Neighbor Cwho is used to this, and not to be dauntedj: Now what could Oi do with a little bit loike that besides. And how is the drorin'? fiPicking up the papers on the floor to the intense annoy- ance of the Girlj More pritties. VVell, ain't that just beeyeutiful? C Not really liking them, but trying to be kindj And your mother said the lady said they be most clever-r and unusual. Pr-raps and we'll have a fine drorer some- CHere loud cries of Maman Mama are heard and a young cyclone now literally bursts through the door.j Boy fchanting as his eyes sparkle, and he grinsj: Baby's fell out a the high-chair and broke his front tooth. Qhlama rushes out flinging a Goodbye', over her shoulder but the boy remains with his expression changed to one of big eyed interest and awe.j Boy: Gee, you drorin, agin. Gee, that was a swell cat you done t'other day! Whisk yould dror me a cat like that'n. S'meanest lookin' cat I ever seen. I betcha my pupp'd just eat that pitcher if I showed it to him. Say, ya honest ta John say ya saw a cat like that in th, door? Sure was a mean cat. Iim gonna look. fThe youngster bounces over to the door, left back, and balanced on one ear, one hand, and one foot is going through awfulidistortionsj Girl Qin a quiet tonej: Itis a mean door, Pat. Boy: VVhashasay? QHis voice is muffled slightly by his present position.j Girl Qsmiling sweetly and amusedlyj: You're looking at the dog now. The catis down a little further. Boy: Uh gosh, I bilieves I sees a dorg. I likes this, I does. Say whatcha call the wiggles on this door what makes these pictures? Girl: The grain of the wood, Pat. Boy: Somethin' funny ,bout 'em, isn't there! Just makes me feel shivery. Theyls got slmany wiggles they looks kinda shivery theyselves. You wanta look at ,em again though. You drors 'em even funnier, meaner likean, they looks. I likes 'em though. 1,111 gonno see that cat I betcha-. .Iust watch mel Qllat proceeds to stand on his head, propped against the door.j

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9 14 CAERI JLEA 22 IllIllllIIlllllllIllllHIIIIIIIIIIHIIIIIIIIllllIIIIIIIIllllIlllVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVIIIIIIHIIIIPIIllllIlIllllllIIIIIIIIIIIIIHIIIIIIIHIIlIllllllllIIIIIIlIlIlIIIIIIIIIIIIIIllIIIIIIIIIlllllIIIIIIIIIIIlllllllllIlllllllllllllllllllllllll Girl Qblanklyj: Happiness? V Mother: Tomorrow you'll be famous. Un a playfully serious tone.j Girl: Famous? flncredulousj Friend Qemphaticallyj: Very famous for one so young. QThe Words fairly tumble from her mouthj hir. Barker said they were fascinating. Going to have them-Special feature--next number- four full pages-one hundred dollars. Now what! Girl Clooking with only half-believing, starry eyes at her motherj: Mother? It is true. Oh, Mother! ! Mother Qfolding her closely in her armsj: We are so happy: aren't we, dearest child? It always comes right in the end, as I said, dear. Girl: Oh, ltlotherl Friend: And now We are going to the store and buy .some things for the banquet in celebration of our famous artist. My feet simply Wonit keep still. C01116 on, lVIother. Let's hurry so We can get back sooner. Qltlother and friend are leaving.j Mother: You wonlt be lonesome now, dear. Friend: We leave you with your happy thoughts. Back in a jiffy. Girl: Qas if in a dreamj Goodbye. QThe Girl looks blankly at the door, then at you. Her face lights up as she looks at the door again.j Girl: Why, door, you have- CShe looks at you or rather at the blank wall as she tries to think clearlyj It is so strange, so Wonderful. QShe turns to the door againj Why you poor door, you dear door! CShe Wheels herself with quick little jerks to the door. Her head has fallen against the door, while she caresses it with her hand. She is weeping softly, quietlyj Girl Qretrospective, with blurred eyes, she looks at youjz Dear door. Dear door, dear door.