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

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KS-4.-,, . 20 CAERULEA '22 IIIIIIIllllllllIllllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHIIIIIIIIIIIIHIHIIIHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIlIII!III4IIIlIllllllllllllllllllllllllHIlHHlllllIIIllllllllVlilVIIIVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIllIIllIllllIlIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII Why did Willy think he was bugs over her. Of course he liked her awfully much but he would never admit it. VVilly had tdld Stephen to go with her. It wasn't Willy's way to drop a girl for .somebody else. What was it anyway? Time would tell if VVilly wouldn't. He resolved to put the question out of his mind as he drove home. When he was in bed, however, the thought again entered his mind. Gee, she was easy to look at. And the way she .smiled at him-Oh boy! He saw her again with her bobbed hair framing her facefl flt was a quotation that Stephen liked.j And her name was Jeanne. It was just like her. Didn't he wish he knew her awfully well. Rats! l One would think he was girlst1'uck from the way he talked. What :else was the1'e to think about? There was always radio. Oh yes. He would have to call the operator of that myster- ious radiophone, ask him for his address, and go over and see the set. Yes, he would do it tomorrow. The next thing Stephen knew was when he was awakened by some children next door who were playing in the yard. He grudgingly rolled over and looked at the clock on the Wall. Wow! It was half past eleven. My, he had slept late. Stephen yawned prodigiously and then slipped into his clothes. He hurried downstairs, ate his luncheon, then raced out to the barn. Hge had just put on his phones when some one said Hello,' in his ear. Stephen jumped, then stopped to listen. He was the only amateur named Stephen, so they must hav-e been calling him. Hello, Stephen. VVhy donlt you answer 111e on your spark set, Stephen? Hello, Steve. Hello, Step-hen. Stephen hated his nicknames so he sullenly pulled the power switch and soon was shooting crackling blue .sparks. The ope1'ator of the phone answered hi111 quickly. Oh hello, Steve. Is that you!--VVhat? Don't call you Step- hen?-All right, Steve-you want my address?-No, I can't give it to you by radio or every amateur in town would be pestering around here. I'll tell you what I'll do. So1neti111e this afternoon my address

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LITERARY 19 llIllllllllllllllllllllIIIIIIlIlllIIIIIIlllIllllllIIIIIIIlllllllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIlllllllllIIIHIIIIVIIIIIIIAIIIIIIIIlIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIlIIIlIIIIIIIllIIIllIIIlIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIlIIIIIllIIIIIIIIIIIllIIlllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll through the mental process of Eeny-Meeny-liliny-Mo and finally picked a two hundred pound graceful beauty. While she pounded his feet into pulp Stephen consoled himself by thinking that it couldn't last forever. But to his intense dismay the orchestra obligingly rendered three encores. Stephen wondered gloomily if the girl knew how much she was hurting him. However, hc endured with Spartan courage. Finally the hideous nightmare was over and he wearily limped across the floor to where the real girl was standing. As he came up she smiled encouragingly at him, so Stephen resolutely asked her for the dance. Horrors! All her dances were filled. Well, could he take her home? No, thanks, she was going home with some of her girl friends. At least won't you tell me your name? Stephen pleaded. Oh yes. I'1l do that much. My name i.s J eannef' Before Stephen could reply she turned and walked off to tl1e next dance. I Stephen thought for a moment and then decided that the dance held no more charm for him. As he started for the door Willy Bar- ker, very accidentally, of course, happened to meet him. '4Well, I see you like the new girl awfully much, the torment- ing VVil1y announced. Huh! None of your business. 4'Oh, it isn't though. Well, old thing, I know something about her that you donitfi What about it?,' answered Stephen. Well, since this is the v'ery first girl you were ever bugs over I'm not going to try to beat you. Go ahead and try to go with her. She may surprise youf' 'Tm not bugs over her, defended Stephen. Oh, since you are in such a hurry to go we won't argue. So long! Now what could Willy mean by that? She would surprise him? How? Stephen backed the automobile away ffillll the curb.

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'7 -, LITERARY 21 IIHHIHIHIHIHIIIHIHIllrlllillliHwilliilliirlliilliiHlillliimiiuiirwiiuiiimimmuiimiwiimiiuiiuiiuiiwminiiiniiimniiiimiiiiiiiinmunmmmiiummumillimlimmmmiimmH.H,m,,,,,. will be left in your post-box. Come over this evening. No, I can't do any better than that. So long. The voice ceased. Stephen took what little consolation he could from that, then he went into the house. He did not report the oc- currence to the family but spent the afternoon curled up in the window with a book, so he could watch the post-box. No address was left, however, so he went to dinner feeling very blue. Afterwards he sat down on a sofa and tried to decide where to go. Uh, he had it. He would go over to Willy Barkeris, get Jeanne's address, and take her to a show. He wanted to talk to her and- Stephen's dreams were interrupted by the door bell. He un- tangled his legs and wandered out to the front. N o one was the1'e, but on the floor was a little white envelope with his name on it. Inside was a note. All it said was 1080 Rose St., C. U. L. 73 O-Nl. In radio code it was, H1080 Rose Street. See you later. Good luck, old thingf' Stephen fairly tore through the house and out to the garage. Hurrah! He was about to solve a most interesting mystery. How nicely the car purred along. It was full moon, too. Stephen drove along Rose Street until he came to 1080.', He looked upwards. Sure enough there was the aerial. Stephen very slowly parked and locked the machine. Now that the mystery was to be solved he wanted to keep up the su.spense as long as he could. He slowly st1'olled up to the door and knocked. A maid an- swered and directed him upstairs. As he climbed, Stephen thought very fast. He was kind of sorry he didnat go to see Jeanne after all. He could see this set, but some other kid might get Jeanne. But it was too late now. Stephen knocked oii this door in front of him. Some one said, Come inf, so in he walked. The room was dark except'for a tiny glow in one corner.