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

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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.

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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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LITERARY IIllllIllllllIlllIIlllllllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII IIIIII IIIIIIIIIllllllllIIIIIIIIIIllIlllllllllllllllllilllllllllllllIlllllllll COLOR CALLS Alice Osgood '22 Ghost of a mast, blue-white, Floating on the sea, Calling, I ani Adventure. Try me! Try me! Sun setting with orange fltlllle Low over the sea, I am your Pot of Gold. Seek me! Seek nie! Thin crescent moon, luminous pearl Hung above the sea, 'LI am a Ship of Dreams. Sail me! Sail ine! White, flame, pearl with azur A picture of sky and sea, Calling, I am Beauty. Paint me! Paint nie! Enveloping vast blue All one is sky and sea, Calling, I am lVIystery, Life. Solve me! Solve meli' e blue