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

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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

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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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I'W0 DO0BSencl A BLO DE ! 7:52 YVEET papa! Look, John, in the window there! ig Now she's what I'd call a classy Hen1'ietta. What K. sayest thou, yea or nay? If HYea, Jolm absently responded. After a --. ii second look he appeared interested. '4Uh boy!- She is cute, isnit she! VVe agree, Buddy, for l once. series' A . --' Buddy and John we1'e standing on the walk south of the Liberal Arts building. To stroll about the campus the latter part of the lunch period had become with tl1e1n as regular a habit as eating. Object they had none. It was too warm for gang fights on the front lawn, and long past the season of the noon period daily junior vs. senior battles. There was nothing to dog nothing even to talk about. A dull, deadening late spring day is a disease. The two boys had made the rounds once and found the entire school smothered in a sln'oud of perfect peace and content. They had discussed, cussed, and discussed again every matter of importance, a11d some of their teachers. It was here, however, that the excessive heat began seriously to affect their mentality. Outside this window they stood in open admiration of her, whom the reader must accept as the unanimous choice of the two boys and the writer as the heroine of this story. Through the open window drifted an assortment of groans and grammar and sweet voices and occasionally a piece of chalk or an eraser. One lonely wad of tightly rolled tinfoil whizzed aimlessly past 0116 of Buddy's ears, resulting in the retreat of both boys from the danger zone. Un the terrace north of the lNIain building they' settled down to talk and to adnlire the girl in the classroom. 'cThis is a case where distance makes my heart get sillyf' Buddy modestly admitted that this beautiful thought was not his own. but quoted from Shakespeare. 4'Do you know her, Buddy?n John asked. Boy, I'd be in Heaven if I did. She sure am cute, n'cst-cc pas? Twe nty-sfx