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

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think of all these things-I can only babble in incoherence. lviy one hope is that in studying the brain, I may be able to ind something that will help me and let me-forget! BATIK IVIINDS Albert Gustus Batik handerchiefs Are like some people's minds, Colorful in spots Indicating ternperamental idiosyncrasiesg In places white, Showing thoughtless strife and endeavor. The multifcolors, Significant of many things started, But ne'er completed: Lack of persistence, Senseless inconsistency. Nothing in the center, Useless beating around the bush. These same minds And likewise handerchiefs Will have more constancy of color If pushed in dye Ur in the mental swim, The minds to be trained As mere followers If nothing else, Which is really better Than being dumb . Twenty-two

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his pituitary gland. When I am very weary and worn out, I wish I could make the adrenal bodies work a bit faster. If I yawn before a mirror-it often happens-I look to see if I may have any inflammation on my pillars of the fauces or my tonsils. When I bump my elbow and make a blackfandfblue mark, I realize that I have smashed some capillaries. In the dentist's chair, when my mouth fills with saliva, I wish we had been equipped with stoppers for our submaxillary and sublingual glands. When the mumps epidemic stalks abroad, I pray that my parotid glands are healthy and well perserved. When I am ill and the doctor comes to feel my pulse, I think of the course of the blood as it rushes into the right auricle, past the tri' cuspid valves into the right ventricle, past the semiluner valves into the pulmonary artery and thence to the lungs. I rest a moment while the blood slowly seeps through the capillaries that are so small even the corpuscles must go through single file. I then follow the blood as it courses back to the left auricle, past the mitral valves into the left ventricle, past the semilunar valves into the aorta. By this time I am so exhausted I do not care whether the blood all goes up through the carotid and sub' clavian arteries, or jumps clear across and comes into the heart again through the vena cavas. The doctor says I am very ill, and I believe him. I am a miserable woman! There are a few things physiology has taught me, however, that give me relief of mind. For instance, now I know why people can eat clabbered milk and do not die, I no longer shudder at the thoughts of it. I know that milk must be curdled before it can be digested and that rennin in the gastric juice is there for the purpose of separating the proteid from the rest of the milk so that the pepsin can change the proteid to peptones and peptids. I am greatly relieved. And again, I am pleased to learn that candies are not merely confections, but they are real foods that produce energy. You would be surprised to know how much energy I need. Yet the most stupendous thought of all is that I have but nicely begun the study of physiology! When I begin to study the nervous system, and the devious workings of that most marvelous instrument, the brain, and begin to learn what there is about it that enables me to Twenty-one

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f - M' ' '- A'AAAA4- QTHER will be here in exactly one hour! Maxine Curtis ':A ' 2153, SVLIAVI turned from her occupation of Q .Y basting a halfdone chicken, to address her I L AAV. ,'r T N brother. Do get your hair combed and 2 i ijiclelan cellar on, Dan. YOE kncow that 4 , ot er i es to see you spic an span. Say, can't you ring off for a while? He asked her the question with a bored frown. You know that I'll do it when the time comes. Yes, when the time comes, replied his sister. When will that be, pray tell? You know that you have to drive the Ford down to the station to get her, and usually it takes forever to crank it. She turned suddenly toward her big, burly father, who stood framed in the doorway. Did you clean the car? she asked. From the top of the stairs came a long drawn wail. Max, Jimmie won't let me comb his hair! Well, she's pullin' it. This from the youngest member of the family. James, mind your sister! Margaret, comb his hair gently. Did you brush your hair yourself? Thus were the commands, questions, and exclamations added to the general hubbub of excitement. Finally peace was restored. Dan had retired to the bedfroom, where a valiant wrestling match with a new tie caused his water soaked pomf padour to be in a deplorble condition. Fourfyear old jimmy, with a well scrubbed, though freckled countenance, sat upon the corner of the wood box, and looked very uncomfortable. Margaret still primped upstairs. I am surely glad that Mother is coming home, sighed Maxine, glancing with a critical eye at her hands, roughened by extra household cares. I hope that she has enjoyed the change at Aunt Emily's in New York, and yet, I'm afraid that all this will seem pretty dull after that. You don't s'pose that Mother has changed any, do you? James entered the room with an anxious frown. I hope not. But Aunt Em has such a big house and so many serv' ants, and a whole month is a long time in which to get used to such Twenty-three