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

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22 CAERULEA '26 JIIIIIIlIIIlIIIIIIIIIIIIlIIHIIIHIIIIIIIHIIIHIIIIIIIHIIIHIHIIIIII IH ll 1 I II 1 II III II II IIIIIIIIIIIIllIIIIIIIIIIIIlHIIIIIIIIIllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHIIIH Dear Miss Caerulea: 2 It was a native son, who, when asked by an Englishman to name the Seven Wonders of America, replied: 'Santa Barbara, Coronado, Del Monte, The Golden Gate, Yosemite, Lake Tahoe and Mount Shastaf 'But,' objected the stranger, 'those places are all in California, aren't they?' 'Of course they're in Californial' cried the native son. 'Where else would they be?' Susan M. Dorsey Mrs. Susan M. Dorsey is the Superintendent of City Schools in Los Angeles. She is a longftime resident of California and contributes the folf lowing beautiful sketch as a close to our symposium. Yes, California has a romantic past! Not of the sentimental, introfspective sort, but of the wonderftale type, hers is the romance of great achievements of mighty men, for in this wonder state have centered those interests, activities, and personalities that in the days of the Mis' sions dotted the land with mazes of buildings, gems of architecture, and then cultivated their surrounding areas T until broad acres bore the fruits and grains of the world, bits of Paradise where before were barren wastes. There MPS- Susan M' Dorsey was the romance of achievement in those days when Calif fornia's pioneers wooed from her jagged mountain fastnesses in a few short years a billion dollars of gold and threaded her inaccessible Sierras with transcontinental railroads under hazards and difficulties that would have thwarted men of less stern stuff than veritable demifgods. Later her wonder workers created great harbors out of sandfchoked inlets and tide lands and in the brief space of half a century developed a world trade of vast proportions out of a few straggling sails drifting in from the Land of Nowheref, They caused waters to flow where no water was, in order to make deserts blossom and bear fruit and to quench the thirst of cities, Dream Cities, because they existed not, save in the visions of far' seeing men. They have within the span of a generation made countryside and hamlet brilliant with magic light and turned a million wheels of industry from the power hidden in the mountains, melted snow. California! The land of translucent atmosphere, of dreamy sunsets, of pacific waters, of snowfcrested Sierras, of cool, fernfcarpeted canyons, of golden flowers, and agefold sequoias, the land of the picturesque and the majestic-aye, more than that-the land of the undaunted wonder worker, the land whose achievements are one long romance!

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