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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' mmm at CDI'I! 1 I I0 E'GI12L5. A 1 Tl+1PHEN sighed wistfuiiy. He didn,t want to go to that dance i, ,Af - tonight but a socially inclined mother puts any boyis excuses aside. Uh, if he could only stay home and listen in. And that wasn't all. He would have to dance with some giggly, hysterical specimen of the weaker sex. Oh, girls were senseless things. They were always talking about some crazy new dress, or some fellow, but never l about anything interesting like radio. He would have to go to the monthly 'gdansanti' ofthe Young l'eople,s Club. How he hated to go though, for he wanted to stay home and listen in to the unknown radio tele- phone that he heard. The operator of that radio must be a wonder- ful operator. Uh, why did they invent dancing? Stephen sullenly jerked on a pair of socks. Then he stopped to think. He had only one pair of silk socks. If those were lost he couldn't go. He quickly stuffed the offending socks down the rain pipe outside the window, then tiptoed downstairs to tell his mother. As he went by the buffet he stopped in dismay. There were three new pairs of blue silk socks. And how he hated blue. Stephen went upstairs, retrieved the missing socks and then very slowly dressed for the dance. YVhen he was ready he meande1'ed aimlessly downstairs into the dining room. Ile slumped into his chair and peeked nervously at his food. He iidgeted and pulled at his napkin. VVould dinner never end? Finally, however, he was tl11'Ollg'l1, .so he pushed back his chair and went out to the garage to get the automobile. As he backed the machine out, his radio set beckoned enticingly, but he resolutely tu1'ned down the street towards the dance.