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

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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.

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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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22 ' CAERULEA '22 IIIIIIIlllllllllllllllIIlllllllIlllllllllllllllIIIIIIIIIIllllllllllIllllIlIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIlIIIIlIIIIIllllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIlIIIIIllllIlIIIIIIllllllllIlIIIllIlllIIIIIIlIIIIIIIIIIllllllllllIlllllllllllllllIlllIllllllllllllllllllllllllllll Oh hello, the invisible operator said. Turn on the lights. They're right in back of youf' Stephen wondered. That voice sounded familiar, but he obed- iently pushed the button and turned around to see the operator. She was coming toward him and it was Jeanne. Stephen pinched himself to see if he were awake. His mouth hung open and he looked the most surprised boy in America. Don't look at me as if you'd bite me. Didn,t you ever see a girl before? Come on and sit downf' Jeanne commanded. Stephen weakly flell into a chair and stared at her. How did you do it?,' he demanded. Oh, it was very simple. You were so very self-confident and thought you were such a girl-hater that I determined to teach you a lesson. No one knew who I was except my cousin Willy Bark-er. He told me about you, so I just went on. I knew who you were all the time and Willy obligingly took over my address. I thought you would surely guess who I was. Isn't radio great? I even bob- bed my hair so I could wear the phones better. Come on. Don't you want to see the set? HIEROGLYPHICS ON THE DESKS Melvin Nielsen '22 ag? FTEN, when I am writing an important paper for a very exacting teacher, I am provoked and angered to find my pen stop short, bend, and then spatter droplets of ink over the entire surface of the theme. I examine the pen but find no trouble thereg I look the paper over thoroughly but there are no obstructions. Finally, I slide 'the sheet away and find the root of my trouble. Across the beautiful surface of my hardwood desk, there is a deep, cavernous scar. Some one in an idle moment has exercised his artistic 'temperament and drawn a complete and authentic map of 'the Union Pacific Railroad system. I move the theme to another Q' ' W I 'li if V -'ii ,ann .n. at 1c.f.j.JI