Polytechnic High School - Polytechnic Student Yearbook (Los Angeles, CA)

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frozen already, I tell you. You are no colder than I am. I can't move, my back is frozen to the wall and one foot hasn 't any shoe, either. But Hogan wasn't listening to him. He had turned his head up the alley, but when a stream of ice cold water ran down his neck, he tore himself loose from the ice, and disappeared in the darkness. Hudson, left alone, tried to hold the stream steady by himself, but already his muscles were stiE, aching, and so tired he thought the hose would drop. Hogan! A pause, then Hogan again from the darkness. Hogan, I say! What is the trouble here? as the captain stumbled up the alley. Hogan is not here. Not here? Where is he? Who is this? I don 't know. This is Hudson. Oh! left, did he? Need any help, Hudson? ' No, I can do it all right, answered Hudson between his chattering teeth. His hands, in their icy covering, were protected from the wind. How warm the ice was! He pressed closer to the wall, letting the ice hold the hose, while he relaxed for the first time. Suddenly the right corner of the building fell, closing the entrance to the alley with a pile of brick and splintered wood. For the first time Huddie noticed that the blaze was out. He saw only the smoke, still rolling from a window near him, but he didn 't care, the stream still played in the window. He was warmer now, he could stand more of it, if necessary. The water stopped whirring from the nozzle, and the spray ceased to drench him. Was it over? Would they never come? Here he is, Hogan. Chop him loose. But it was the captain, not I-Iogan, who rescued him. ik ak ak Where are you going, Huddie? Tell us. Oh, nowhere in particular, he said as he let the door swing shut be- hind him, as he went to the telephone. He gave the familiar number and waited. l I wonder if she has heard. I wonder how she will feel. I wonder- Then came a cheery Hello! l37l

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Some of those fellows have told her. Why can 't they keep their mouths shut and mind their own business? He slowly pushed open the door and stepped out into the night. A cold north wind blew up his shirt sleeves, OH the snow banked deep against the house. Whew! What a night for a Iirc! A fellow would freeze to death go- ing to it, he chattered as he went back upstairs and prepared for bed. They'd better be ready, he mumbled, laying his trousers and buckled shoes at the foot of the bed. Blamed bad night for a fire. He awoke with a start, blinking at the lights. He heard the men rush- ing in the next room as he jumped into his trousers and buckled a shoe, but the other one? He looked on the chairs, under the bed and rugs, but it was too late. He slammed open his swinging doors and dropped down the brass pole just in time for a hold on the back stand as the driver threw oi the self-starting switch and dashed his machine into the street. Late, as usual, I-Iuddie, called the driver as Hudson donned his fire coat and long billed hat. Wherein he gasped, as the wind whistled past him. No. 21, right down town, shouted the driver, increasing his speed. . They were already in the business section of the city, and the screaming, death-warning cry of the deep-voiced siren echoed among the buildings as thy swerved around a corner and met the full blaze of a large fire two blocks ahead. One hose was already playing a stream upon the four stories of brick when they arrived. An awful start on us. You are late, shouted the captain as Hogan and Hudson unrolled their hose. Here you two, down this alley, play it on the second-story windows in the rear, save that and we can save the rest. If you don 't- And he rushed off in the darkness. They were freezing with the cold. The hose nozzle leaked, sending a thin, drenching spray over them. Hudson's shoeless foot was already numb, and the thin sheet of ice on their clothes was growing thicker. Play it in the other window, suggested Hogan. Slowly the stream splashed from one window to the other, but not without eifort from the men, for their muscles burned and pained when they moved. Their hands froze to the brass handles, and the wind driving through their icy clothes chilled them to the bone. I can 't stand this much longer, complained Hogan. Back up against the fence. With the fence at their backs the wind did not cut so cruelly, but the ice soon fastened them to the wall. Iiet's get out of here, we will freeze to death in a minute. It will soon be over, answered Hudson, shaking all over. But I tell you we will freeze, I can't move my hands now, they are l36l

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ON FRIENDSHIP To a friend of my youth and the ehum of my girlhood I dedicate these lines. Isabel L. Turnbull, W'14. She is a daughter of sunshine and day, I am a child of night. In her hair, crown of glory, the sunbeams play, And her face is filled with the laughter of May. Her eyes were kissed by the first gray dawn That wakes in the woodland the bounding fawn. Her cheeks have caught the faintest blush That over the eastern sky does rush To proclaim the coming of light. She is a child of gladness and love, I am a daughter of dark. The bright crimson glow of the sunset above Islas touched her sweet lips, and the lone white dove Is her emblem of purity, spotless and fair. Ah! hers is the soul to love, and delight In the coming of dawn, fair herald of light. Her song is the song of the lark. I am a lover of moonlight and dreamy She is the Sunbeam bright That speeds to n1y heart a soft warm gleam To draw me back from the starlit stream, Where my soul in solitude walks alone To list -to the pine tree's whispered moan, Where the nightingale's song, so wild, so free, Awakens a longing, a yearning to be A part of the mystic night! 'Tis not because she is as fair as the morn, Or dusky as twilight I. Of far mightier things is a friendship born That brightens two lives, and lifts them, reborn, To a peaceful realm of happy grace, And makes a heaven of the commonplace. For friendship comes when two loving hearts In confidence, sympathy, trust combine. l38l