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

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A AI i HE sun, as it lowered in the west, cast a soft, mellow glow through the dustfcovered attic windows of the quaint old house of Rosslyn Hall. It made a golden circle around a slender, darkfhaired girl as she stood in the center of the musty attic dreamily regarding the queer boxes and clumsy, oldffashioned furniture. For a moment the girl glanced about the room, then she slowly knelt before a massive, walnut chest. As she threw open the cover, a faint, sweet odor of lavender floated upward, and her blue eyes sparkled with excite' ment as she looked within. With a quick movement she reached forward and drew out a gown so graceful and so fragile that it seemed as if only an angel could have created a thing so rare. Wonderingly the girl stood up and gently shook the cloud of silverfgrey and blue. As she did so, a tiny cap of silver lace fell to the floor. Suddenly a look of mischief replaced the one of excitement in her blue eyes, and the girl twisted and turned until the gown fell into place over her slim shoulders. Again she dropped to her knees before the walnut chest, which this time yielded a pair of small silver slippers to help the gown and the saucily arranged cap transform this TwentiethfCentury maiden into an Eighteenthfflentury lady. Carefully gathering up the voluminous folds of the skirt, the spirited Emmy Lou, for that was her name, ran down the attic stairs as fast as the gown would permit. She paused at the top of the great stairs leading to the parlor, which had been dignified in byfgone days by the presence of many a Colonial gentleman and lady. Here at the landing a look at a large mirror caused her to gaze spellbound and gasp, Can this really be I? Then she began to step daintily down the carpeted stairs, while the

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