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

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ef Z X Q ge :J LDT 1X WS . 3, iQ -SQ' K 'QJQ 2 'N Le CAERUI,EA'Z5 FORM Roger VValterhouse '24 Y ' HAVE the bad habit of dropping off into reveries at odd Q25 . I' c LL'-1 moments. How often does the teacher's angry voice summon me from myimeditations and belittle me with sarcastic remarks. Oi late, a most insolvable p1'oble1n has been presenting itself to my cogitations. It concerns my extremely round-shoxildered friend, the barber. lifllllld-Sl10llldC1'Cd116SS is a great asset to a person of his pro- fession, for it saves l1i1n from bending over-but how in the world! does he sit down! VVhen he eats, does he have a table that slants away from him I! No, because all of his food would slide off on to the floor, and he would starve to death. It is evident that he has a chair which slants away from the table. Ah-I wonder what that chair looks like. The more I study it, the more appalling the question becomes. At night, if he lies on his back, he is practically sitting up. This would be a handy attitude for a pe1'son who enjoys reading in bed, but for sleeping purposes, it would be most inconvenient. Conse- quently, he must lie on his side-but what if he should turn over during his sleep? His head would flop over the other edge and the law of gravity would offset his power of equilibrium. This apparently .simple problem is really most distressing. No sooner do I sit down than, as the spirit of Mr. Hyde would envelop Dr. Jekyll, this horrible enigma envelops ine. I am habitually falling into trances over this subject. Ofttimes I will soliloquize aloud and bring great embarrassment upon myself. I am becoming distracted, and if some kind-hearted person does not enlighten me upon this harassing subject, I foresee nothing but insanity. Twentydhree

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C ER LEK25 with you now that a successful comeback is impossible. Enclosed is check for 320,000 which I won at a 100-1 bet. I could not use it, because the Ace I died in winning it. You will please divide it among what charities you believe are best. First take out amount of loss caused you by my quitting and breaking my contract as manager of your stables. I think about 355,000 makes it even that way. Also please collect the Sweepstakes purse for me and give it to charity. I cannot retire from the track with the thought that the Ace died in action and I was the cause of his death. I will ride until I die or get killed. I will not go by the name of VVorral, because if I do people will begin to talk to me about the Ace and I canlt stand that. So that you can keep track of me if you want, I will ride as Carl Henson. ' Respectfully yours as ever, J. VVorral Hllood old .Ioe,', mused Bennet, always thinking of othersf' Then he added determincdly, Every cent of the Ace's money goes to charity. From time to time Bennet read of races in which VVorral 1'ode under the name of Henson. Every account expressed amazement at the recklessness Henson showed always for himself, but the infinite pains with which he cared for his mounts. His carelessness of his personal safety made him a well known figure on VVestern tracks. 'Fearing some of the old timers would recognize him, he kept off the Eastern courses. Then one morning Charley Bennet read this in the racing notes: 'LCarl Henson, known as the VVe,st's most reckless jockey, was thrown from his horse yesterday on the Louisiana track and instantly killedf' Twenty-two ua

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nzauwvf aa-as- as By .lwmfe Smith-Wal kat' U, Beauty, I have seen you pass A thousand tiniesg sometinies Ilve seen you in the night IVhen moonlight steeps the waving grain. Ilve seen you in the deep blue poolsg I've heard you in the summer t1'ees And in the riverls laughing call. Sometimes at sunset I have seen you steal And trail your purple robes about you Down a hill. You come with Aprills daffodils And the white, showering petals from the bough. And in the long autumnal 1'ain I have seen you Wraith-like Drift among the trees liut always you elude me And my search ends in the dust. But there Before me in the curve Ol' the brown road, I see you Laughing, mocking, ever. Twlenty-four 11-9