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

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Bubble! Bubble! Toil and Troublelv Once as a wind was blowing over the lake, it wafted a pretty bubble down from the skies, which, with a big splash, landed on a ripple. The ripple mumbled and scolded something about Please change your weight to my other side. The bubble replied timidly, f'Ah, my friend, can I not tell you how I come to be here ? As he got no answer, he went on dreamily. When I was young I was very bad. One day my father became angry and blustered so hard that I burst and left home by riding down the drain pipe. It was not long before I got exceedingly bored with the scenery and wished myself back in the good old kitchen sink. I suppose that my mother was very sad because she was in mourning for a long time. Well, pretty soon I saw the light and found myself in a bubble pipe being blown like a bird, in that glorious, pep- giving air, so I Hounced and bounced and had a good timef, As it said this, it looked sad, and continued with a sigh. The wind blew me here, and as you see, I am still here. The ripple replied sarcastically, 'ISO I see. You are very much here, to my great discomfortfl The bubble evidently did not hear this last remark for it kept steadily on. HI am really very beautiful, donlt you think ? and here it turned around to show itself, and started swelling more and more, in great pride, changing colors all the while. Then suddenly it shuddered, shivered and collapsed. The ripple, who had been its unwilling host, murmured, I did not like your weighty a good riddancelu And with a shrug it went merrily on its way. HAZEL HARRIS, A7. Yearning I often wish that I might be A traveler in a far country. And in a picturesque sampan Drift down the rivers of Japan. I have a strong and wistful yen For the land of Oriental men, For color, incense, mystery, Old gardens fashioned charmingly. I know that some day I shall be In one of those gardens sipping tea, Languidly waving a painted fan, Where cherry trees bloom in old Japan. KATHLEEN CASSHJY, BQ. f 1041

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VVith this over, the image was lifted up, turned around and put back in place in the temple. The dance began again, and as each passed the Sun Idol, he left an offering and then made his exit. Soon all was over and I proceeded on my way as though I had seen noth- ing at all, for it might easily have made trouble if it had been known that any white man had witnessed the ritual. DAVID COOK' BQ. My Effort To woo the muse Ilve often tried, But vainly have I sat and sighed. Ilve thought of flowers, trees and brooks. And read in many ponderous books- In Tennysorfs and BroWning's lore, I've delved until my eyes were sore. Ilve sat for hours beside the fire, Hoping the embers might inspire. Iyve thought at Inspiration Point Until my poor brain's out of joint, The words won't rhyme. the meter's wrong, In Kiplingls class I donyt belong. To one and all I will confide. The muse with me will not abide, So this poor effort please excuse, And blame it not on that same old muse. L Twenty-seven hairpins, Nine pennies and a dime, A ladyIs box of powder, A watch that kept no time. A rhyme by Harry Lauder, Six sticks of chewing gum. As well as an old compass That was quite Non the bumff ELIZABETH HEAiA1EoN,B9. 'ln the Lining of an Old Sofa Among the burnt-up matches There was a Chinese yeng A doll made up of patches, A little flannel hen. Then the furniture maxi Sent a letter which said, HClean your sofa yourself, I am going to bed! ARTHUR HOPMAN, A7

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The Haunted Library An astonished yelp rang through the deserted school grounds. It was six o'clock on a winter evening, and one could clearly hear sounds approaching. A small fox terrier sped past the building with his tail between his legs. He tore around a corner and sped shivering to a boy and girl of about fourteen years of age. One saw that there was an astonishing likeness between the two children. These were the Brown twins, Jack and Joan. Why, Jip, what is the matter? Jack asked in an annoyed voice, but when he saw that the dog was badly frightened he added indignantly, HWhat could have frightened him? I'm going in and see who did it. Disregarding his sister's objections he marched belligerently around the grounds with Jip slinking after him. After a fruitless search they were about to give up, when they passed the windows of the big library from which issued the unmistakable sounds of voices. The twins looked at each other in silence and then crept to the other end of the building. Once there their tongues were loosened and a torrent of words issued forth. Who could be there at this time of night?'y It can't be one of the teachers because I stayed at Ann's, just across the street, and saw them all go. They stared at each other in consternation. Finally Jack whispered, Come on, Sis! I know where there's a window that doesn't lock, and we'll go in and see what's the matter. He marched off, and, not to be outdone, Joan followed, but with many backward glances. ,lip unwillingly acted as rear guard. Having succeeded in entering, they now stood outside the library door. Both regretted having come, but neither was willing to show it. After some delay the door was opened, with not as much noise as might have been expected, and it was clearly a case of after you, my dear Alphonse. Eventually they entered together with much shaking of knees, and legs that protested vigorously against doing their duty. Clinging to the walls they encircled the room, trying to see in the dim light. As they reached the farther end of the room, a small figure arose from behind a table. A figure in evening dress, tall silk hat and gray hair, a figure that peered dreamily at them over shell-rimmed spectacles and at length faded into air, leaving behind it the motionless figures of the paralyzed twins, and silence. Shrill screams rent the air, there was a sudden bump and Jack found himself on the floor, blinking like an owl at the lighted room. He looked around to discover his sister sitting up in bed and exclaiming angrily, f'How can I sleep when you make such a noise? You shouldn't have gone to the picnic if you would eat pickles and ice cream together. FRANCES jouxsox, B9. L 105 1