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

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CAERULEA25 4'It,s plain we each have our own ideas,', Jolm was speaking after a long pause, the .same will never suit us both. He arose a11d brushed the dust and grass from his R. U. T. C. unifor111. I'll be- right back, I'm going to chase over and get 1ny High Life, it's out this periodf' John returned reading the pape1'. He sat so that Buddy could read if he wished. Buddy, however, had caught the girl's attention and was engaged in an exciting game of winkum,,' to which the1'e was no response. John finished the sport news and turned to thex front page. H011 boy, Buddy, listen to this: 'French Club meeting to be jazzy affair. To be held at home of vice-president lllonday evening of senior weekf Herefs the whole dope, Bud, therelll be a big feed and then a program. Say, John, wefre in on that! Letls see that paper. If all you say is true, you and I are going to have some real fun. VVe,ll go together, what say?,' Sure! Won't that be large? Let's see, thatlll be a week from Monday night. This is the first and it'll be on the eleventh-- Ten days!'7 Buddy interrupted. That gives us plenty of time to date up with a pair of skirts, an'- . John's face fell. VVhat? VVhy we don't have to take partneiws to a French Club meeting! WC,1'C not supposed to-why none of the fellows do!,' g'Are you scared to bring a girl or are you just trying to back out of going? Think itfs a funeral welre going to? Not much! High school is no place for' youg you ought to be in an old soldiers' home!', Twice, now, youlve hit mysportsmanship! Go ahead and get your date, I'll be with you. It's time I learned to be a sport if I'ni not one now. P c'Fine, John, shake on it. They stood up and shook hands. The three minute bell had sounded and students were hurrying about. At the east entrance of the Liberal Arts, a crowd of boys and girls chatted and laughed Twenty-efgh t

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L1 fl':1,iTfg'I?gB by DO +DE UIUI' Did you ever see a cuter glance than the one she gave nie when we first canie up? You,re right, Buddy. Iill take your word about that glance, but I can see for myself she's a wonder for looksf' ' Both boys had entered L. B. P. H. S. as new students at thc beginning of their senior year. A classroom acquaintanceship led to a noon period friendship. Other than this, they had nothing ini co111n1on. Buddy and John had always represented the two extremes, Budy was the ladies' inang John, the shrinking violet. John now found himself on foreign ground. He ab1'uptly dived for safety. Say, he began, '4what'd she assign for lilonday? Did she say weld have that exani lllonday or Tuesday? HI can't get sentiniental with you talking about French. Je n1'en ficheg who cares about that test anyway? Whistle once, John, and sce if she won't look over heref' VVhy not you? It's nothing in inypyoung life if that girl looks over here or not. John didn't sound very fierce about it. He was deterinined, however, to adnlit no further interest. Better not whistle, Buddy. You'd probably get the teacher, not the girl. I've got itg Iill toss this pebble in there. That wouldn't attract as much attention as whistlingf, t'Naw, cut it out. VVe don't want to get run out of here. This is good enough nowf, Buddy turned to John with a look of disgust. You're sure a rotten sport, John. Are you scared of girls or what? Why don't you conie to life? VVhy inan, inang if I had your car and half your chances thereld be nothing could hold ine down. Around the fellows you're all right, but you have to be a S1J01't to get anywhere with the wonienfi Buddy said things he didn't intend to have hurt as they generally ' rx - -Q I by his tactless reniarks. John choked down his anger, but Buddy had cut deep-deeper than John let him see. Sportsmanship was a religion with John. Twenty-seven

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S CAERULEA25 noisily as they waited, ready for the rush for seats in the library. S'long, John. I think I'll ditch gym and go to library ne-xt period. I've seen this blonde of ours up there seventh period, and I might get acquainted. As they parted Buddy called back again. Say, wouldn't it be keen if I'd get her as my partner for the party? I Iot dawg! John hurried on through the crowded halls to his locker. He was already regretting the rashness of his agreement and puzzling over whom he could ask. To say his choice was limited is a bare' statement of facts. He thought of that girl in the English class, and imagined for a moment how proud heid be with her. Such girls as she are meant for other fellows, he thought, and were too good for him. Besides that,-why, he'd forgotten he was bashfulg he was just a shrinking violet! John didn't see Buddy again that day. It was not till they met in their French class ltlonday morning that he got a first hand account of the marvelous progress Buddy had made with the girl. Buddy was beaming all over. He wanted every one to share his joy. In a voice loud enough for half the class to hear, he boastingly told it all. I got my date, Jolm! Say, sheas the cutest kid in the whole school. Her name is Dorothy Austin, and shels a senior, and awfully popular. She likes me, too!! All the fellows are wild about her. She had a part in the senior play last fall, and she's in the VVriters' Club, and BIasque and Sandal, and on the Caerulea staff, and in the Girls, Glee Club, and just everything. Oh, she's wonderfulf, 'cFine! Buddy, that's more'n I could do. Ilm glad you got your datef' allot any idea who you,ll ask? Nope, not yet. For the senior class this was the last week of school. This week is always a riot of fun. Periods are shortened and classes dropped. Rules are sunk in a sea of confusion. It,s all one grand mess, eve1'y one adds to it and every one likes it. Every one has enough to do to Twenty-nine