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

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EEEEEHE QEQMEL .41 ,S Beside the unhill road of life ' g' Stand fmrie chanels small, Handfwrouqht in gold and faerie gems, Not visible to all. But those who love the little folk MIA May freely enter in . And close the weary world outside, A Alllfllh I I Il Freedom and love to win. And with the closing carven doors They lay down all their care, And gaily forth on the road of Dreams Unfettered, free, they fare. l ,. a' Alll Axqfganni idx 4 Heb was-V 432' 'sr i i 'i This heart may be a crowned king ' '. '. 'f ' In royal purple dressed .- T And that may be a belted knight -' ' ' -' - Upon a noble quest. Q H ' -...' g This soul may be a shepherd lad 1 in I A dreaming o er his flocks And this a pirate bold and gay With gold filled iron box So through this precious faerie boon The golden road to Dreams We enter into the fmrie world Where all is what it seems N ,WBKQGJEJGI T 2 :.'.-.1 1 .2 3- t -- Y. ergo- Y ' ll . gk?-Hy' t AVIXVIXVIYIA 9 , s I . I V 5 7 I Z O . I ' o W f f I N 1 , ' ' f 1 x f S I fell , I I . '-:tix 'f . . . FLSJF- - - -- 21. -' '-: ,..-. X . .. :., , . K I ','. U---':.,:,-.. ,-.- .' X N ' 'f '- '- ' i 5ijf1 ' T f .'i-'.'rfl.f.-'.?I -i-'.1:'i3Z- ' , I: Y H!-'jffi-'1:.-:ff-2-1-' --1 E ' ' , ' -:3:.:i-:-r-:'1- 4:2 552215-.fr' A ::. ,Li ' - . 1:24 '-.qs-tigffifgi. - 5:1- :Li -' :gf- .zlfflf ff? , Ziff?f.5.'. z5'!j.'.fi' QT: '- ' T: 3, .-: ' ' -I -' ' ' 33,5 f'zfz1'-1'I!::. w 333' 'fi l'ii: '!z . ' 5 ' ff f5.5Z5'5'3fl: iiififff-'S-131.5 ' ' +931:5.'1'.':2'f1Ef-:f:-1- ' . fQ:..f1:g35-2- 1' - 22333111-:EZg:f?l2 -114-inf: ,wg 142' :WE -:i'-'-Z- i 11224-S-.fnfffi-:wsu Lf- 5:2 w3:.1-.,:-- sgq-1:Q-14-IQ.-11-IQ!-'-2:.-.:.':,.g. Lea. ,111 xriefh-2'1:H:ff. . . .n. P595-fifffi:-c'-:1E'f2e--:i 5:4 :,.:ii:g4g::,gQ:'4:gn-gig, x 1 1 1 Q.: x X1 x 1' xy x 1 gp Q4 Lf 115 flip, -::5g5?i:!..gL1g32.g:f7ig. ' ' '-' -' --.-ffgv:-'nz 5' , 1 -5' 'i 1v'-rf:':- .f.1.'i- :' sl' ':l4 r.E:'f '1' e 3.5 4 4 Q 4 A Q 1 Q tg v v . . w . , .1-1. '-:'if.31gk5.'.4g3i ' AWAY' fX'lxtxgs.1s:x4rXfXIx4'x.fxIi1i:1V '

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EQEQLYE 51.E'.i5-LM The spiders that weave in the blue, blue sky Wove a beautiful web one day, A web of silver and milky white From clouds they had stolen away. They spun and spun from mist of dawn Through the dazzling brilliance of noon Till the sun had setg then into the sky There floated a pale, white moon. But the blue of the sky had not faded, Though the light in the sun was cold, And the spiders' webs of silky white Were tinted with rose and gold. So the moon sailed in from her hiding Right into the web that day, And neither the stars nor the night can steal The captive moon away. fa Q rl X ' X Q A Si WYE? g51A b ',6:,S,'3,:?LrS.:JMl,'3,L0glvg,6:!M WNW

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5 ' A THINK I should have a lovely time ' : if I werefseventyfone. In the morn' ings I should don a blue percale xy I-ml! UE-A RTW:-LL dress and a starchy white apron. A wait- ress cap with blue ribbons would grace xl' J my white hair. I should make fried sIlW'mf,'lll' Hn cakes in a sunny kitchen. I've noticed L L ' that very correct grandmothers seldom say doughnuts Fried cakes is the word. I'd pile these, all sugary, in a brown crockery jar for little visitors. ' ' ' c 0 - 6 ' s . , 2 ' v A I D 'f ' 293:12 ., .::7.'f1 4 ,. .r .gif I ' ' , X... .fe -.a.. Q 9 . . P' 2' ' All Q , - ' .fn .Jvli ll ' n Annaasnnoia-'r2'pI 2g And the garden must needs be tended. A high brick wall would hedge in the flower beds. At one end I'd have a wicket gate set in an arched door. Intricate gravel paths bordered with pansies would twist about circles of riotous bloom. Having completed the morning's tasks, I should sit in the afternoons by a friendly window. A comfortable squeak would be the requisite for my chosen rocker. I should knit silk washfcloths with steel knitting needles. For pleasing variety, one pair would be tipped with royal purple sealing wax, another, gay yellow, and the third, cool green. I believe the washclothes ought to be connected with charity work. I'd like, too, a round basket with balls of yarn, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and violet. I'm not certain of its exact purpose, but it would look well. Besides knitting, I should like to read a great deal. I should meditate on passages from Shakespeare and the Bible. For these afternoons I should have three lavender dresses, dimity, dotted Swiss, and Voile. In the grey stillness before evening I'd have a wee cup of tea. Then when I should see the moon, I'd draw the blinds. With a tall wax candle I'd light a fire of eucalyptus wood. It should always be eucalyptus wood. There is something exhilarating about the smell of it burning. Then in the flickering firelight, which I should love so, would come faint forms and faces I'd once known, greeting me and conjuring memories. So I should dream, reflecting on the past, speculating on the future, barely conscious of the present. And I should have an Angora, purring by the fire. Eighteen