Joseph Le Conte Middle School - Le Contean Yearbook (Hollywood, CA)

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MR. ELLlO'I I S B CLASS CHAMPIONS The boys on the ninth-grade team. which won the championship, are as follows: L. Vejar, -I. Eberly, H. Taft, R. Parish, E. Garven, Al. NIaclVIillan. NI. Stuprich, B. Strath, A. Rimpau, and B. Nlclntyre. The eighth-grade championship team of Bungalow V includes the followl ing boys: Bob Alcorn, Bertram Calmson, Ralph Saylin, Nelson Nies, John Berne, Philip Killgore, Harry Ackelson, Parlcey Hardeastle. Craig Brown, Bob Bateman, and Herman Caldwell. And last, but far from the least, the seventh-grade team that won the championship of its grade is as follows: jack Robinson, Dave Robinson. Francis Bologne, Eugene Reyes. H. VVilkinson. E. VVhite. B. Hampton. C. Beonde, -I. Nlcllann, J. Lapell, and A. Leal. MR. OVERMAN'S A CLASS CHAMPIONS 51001

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The Temple of the Suni' The scorching mid-day sun beat down upon all India and made every animal and insect uncomfortable. including one Lieutenant Colburn of the U. S. lNfIarines, who was at that time on a wild goose chase after silver in the hills of the Houglee River. I, the recently mentioned Colburn, had come to India on the tramp ship HArctures'l as an engineer, but had left her when she put in at the ancient city of Calcutta. The next morning I was on my way before the sun had risen. for I was taking advantage of an early morning breeze to blow my little yawl to its up-river destination. Rounding a bend I came upon a beautiful pillar-filled temple. There was nothing unusual about this temple, the likeness of which could be found in many hundred places throughout India. except the location and the fact that its broad steps, fashioned of solid blocks of some rare, carved wood, led directly down to the river's edge and right out into it for a short distance. There was a hushed murmur of many voices and everywhere hung an atmosphere of expectancy. Suddenly there began the soft, weird music of Hute and drums. Out of the shadows in the background swayed three figures. The center one was evidently a priest of high rank. He wore a great head-dress with long, wavy corona which I recognized to be the emblem of the Sun God, Ra. His long, flowing, white robes were decorated with the same emblem. The two other figures followed to either side and a little to the rear. Their robes were identical with the high priest's, but they wore no head-dress, merely a turban of some silver cloth wrapped tightly about the head in true Oriental fashion. The priest proceeded to the edge of the steps where he paused, and seemed to give an order, and to face about. At this the gentle ululation of the drums began to increase and swell, and again the figures danced out of the shadows, bearing before them a huge red image of the sun, with the long, golden corona. This they bore out into the river, the priest taking his place directly in front of it. They all waded to waist level, where the priest stood motionless, with arms outstretched, for fully ten minutes. His fanatical will seemed to draw out his physical endurance almost indefinitely. All this times the drums had been making an ever-rising crescendo, until amid a final crash of drums and wail of flutes, the first rays of the morning sun shot into the temple and illuminated every shadowy corner. The throng had been writhing and undulating in the darkness, in a sort of fanatical dance, but the instant that the sun came into view, every soul in the temple raised his hands above his head, and fell rigidly on his face. The priest nodded and the image of the sun was dipped half into the water, while with lowered arms straight forward, he chanted a long, weird invocation. fiozj