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

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OUR AMERICAN IDEAL S AMERICANS we glory in the achieve ments of our people not only in the realm of government but also in that of education science and inx ention Truly this is the scientiiic age Science has overcome space Distance is no longer a barrier between nations As some one has aptly said Rapid transit and radio have made of the world one big neighborhood In this signal achiex ement America holds first place And as We view the era that is just dawn ing, We wonder what is to he its achievement. Shall it not be to so further the ideals of peace and good will among the people of the world, that this world neighborhood shall be trans' formed into a world brotherhoodn? Our highf est ideal as Americans just now is that in this glorious movement our America shall also take first place. -David Burcham E . CUTL ER ... . .. ,. .. .... ..,. .. -,V 3 7 . '

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T was the day of the great sacrifice-the greatest made in many a moon, for the life of the chief's beautiful daughter was to be given to the Rain God. All day long the tribes had assembled from far and near. And all day long Chief Brave Heart sat sorrowfully alone with bowed head. He neither ate nor drank, and raised his head only to look at the sun in the heavens. At sundown, Silver Star, his daughter, his dead mate's child, was to be sacrihced. Since her mother's death she was his all, but to sacrifice her was his duty. The sun had risen and set many times since the Great Father had given his people rain, and they were dying of hunger and thirst. He well knew that the God of Rain was angry with his people. At last he stirred, rose, and turned his face toward the settingfsun. No emotion shone in his eyes as he strode toward the center of the small village where the scene of the sacrifice was laid. Here he found his daughter already dressed in the sacrifice garment. The dress she wore was made of dried skins. It was beaded around the bottom in many colors representing a rainbow, and across the girl's breast was designed in beads a large sun setting behind the hills. The large sun was blood red in color. Silver Star stood waiting, beautiful in her pallor, her little head held erect. It was quickly seen that she had her father's Indian bravery as well as her mother's Spanish pride and beauty. Never had such a spell been cast over the tribe. Everyone was crowded around the scene of the sacrifice, but not a word passed one's lips. The squaws huddled together, mute pain in their eyes, and the braves stared stonily in front of them. These people had greatly suffered from the lack of rain. A circle of men surrounded Silver Star and the chief. One was not