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

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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

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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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I I'IEIIOR.l1lI12R.LSM ' 5232 He is not here to gladden hearts VVith bursts of song Of April days, Bleniories, a sunset, Al1tl1lI1I1,S gold, Yet in each haunting symphony of words VVe find the sweetness Of a rose, And like the rose The memory of its fragrance Lingers when the flower is gone. The Dawn Winfll' .steals into our hearts And finds there sadness Touched with peace That one so young is gone, Yet leaves, as do the dimming' stars, Bright dewdrops - sparkling - clear - That will not fade Beneath the sun of Time, But stay fast-fixed To be our constant joy. Twenty