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

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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.

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umm A mx A It IX IN IN A mm 0170017llflilfllllililll Cqptgp - Outside the house he stopped and looked up at the b1'illiantly lighted win- dows and debated. There was no Way ,gi he could withdraw, so he marched up lgiifigiifpii to the door. As he entered he felt -Q very self-conscious. His starched col- . eq e 5 lar lmrt his neck and his tight shoes ' -2V4i'4 pinched his feet, but he still Walked ,.4i lis I faithfully in. His ehum VVilly Barker sauntered ,irfi over to meet him. VVilly felt very i I mueh at ease, so he grinned good- naturedly. Hello, VVilly. How are you getting along with radiof, HPunk! Have you seen tl1e new girl that moved in last month K Noi Have you got your new set yet!'7 'LNo! She'll be here tonightf, ' Is that iso? Gee, you're luekyf' 'Tll sayf, You ought to have a gay old time with her. Sure thingf' 'gShe's got navy dials and Bakelite panels, hasnlt she! g'VVhat? I was talking about the girl. Stephen turned away disgusted. Even VVilily was worse girl- struek than ever. He would have to get a girl for the danee soon. How his shoes squeaked. Here goes! Stephen drew near the crowd of girlsg then stopped to get his nerve. He walked up to a girl who seemed to he alone and asked her for the dance. She looked up and Stephen almost fainted. She was not a powde1'ed, primped, giggly, hysterical girl hut she looked almost human. VVell, l donit believe I want to dance. XVon't you sit down and talk a while?