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

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around her bedside, most of whom were strangers to her, except her father and a few friends. Her father, who had returned in the rescued ship, had been informed of -loan's heroic act. The passengers who had been aboard the ship assembled to thank their rescuer. But what ,Ioan was most thankful for was the thought that she had done hem duty. RITA RVIARRAH, B7. Life or Death F' A girl stood in the line with looks of anxiety and hope alternating upon her face. Ah, they went so slowly. YVhy couldnlt they hurry? YVould she ever get there? Vvhat luck! They moved. She thought she saw her way clear at last. But no, they stopped. She was in a panic. Oh, why couldnyt that line move forward. lVhat could she do without it? She couldnlt survive without it. She must not fail. All the thoughts of her childhood came back to her. VVhat would they say if she failed? Should she push? She pushed and pushed. The crowd swayed backward and forward. Oh, she hoped she could get it. For what reason? VVhy, her very life depended on it. There was no doubt but she must have it. Tick, tick, tick, went the clock. VVould she get it? l'Tick, tick, tickfl Soon it would be too late. She was up there. She asked if it was there. The girl in the uLost and Found looked. The girl held her breath. The girl in the 'ALost and Foundu came back with clenched hand. The girl took it. She examined it. lt was all right. She had it in her hand, that thing her life depended on-her CUITI HCI. P RUTH BERGER, A7. Farewell to the Seniors Dear Seniors, we bid thee good-bye. 'Tis time to break our three years' tie, We know you'll be true To the gold and the blue And to honor that banner youlll try. VVe'll think of you always with pride. With l'Seek honor through service your guide To Le Conte you'll be true As she's been to you ln your memory let her bide. CATHERINE CLIFT, BS. 1:1101

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The Heroine of the Lighthouse It was a sultry mid-summer day. The air was suffocating, and the horizon was very uneven. The clouds were rocking to and fro uneasily as though awaiting an oncoming storm. At least that was what Joan Randall thought as she busily went about the tasks which were her daily occupation in her father's house. Joan was the only child of james Randall, the lighthouse keeper. Her mother died shortly after she was born, but that was fourteen years ago, and she was rapidly approaching young womanhood. WVhen her work was finished she went upstairs to light the lamp in the tower. Then she sat down to await her father's arrival. The kettle was bub- bling merrily, as if it were trying to keep in time with Goldie, Joan's pet canary. As time flew on, Joan began to get anxious about her father. The clouds were growing blacker every minute, and white caps were beginning to appear on the waves. Drops of rain were growing larger and larger, while her anxiety increased. Her father had gone to see a sick friend. but had been detained by the storm. The storm by this time was at its full, everything was in utter darkness outside, and the waves were beating against the lighthouse with fury. Joan had seated herself by the window. As she looked out into the dark- ness, she saw a small light, hardly visible, rocking to and fro. She knew that this rnust be a ship, so she went upstairs to the tower to get a better view, but she was horrified when she got up there to find that the lamp had fallen and spilled the last of the oil. She knew that she must get oil before the ship reached the dangerous Devil's Shoal, near which the lighthouse was situated. VVhat should she do? There was only one thing. That was to row over to the mainland and get some more oil. Only too well did joan know the dangers one would encounter crossing from the lighthouse to the mainland in a storm. But it would have to be done, so slipping on her hat and coat. she started out. The storm was still raging outside, and Joan had a hard time guiding the boat against the current. Nevertheless, after much difficulty she finally managed to reach the landing. Borrowing some oil from a friend, she started back to the lighthouse. All went well until she reach the lighthouse. Unex- pectedly an enormous wave swept over and swamped the boat. -Ioan leaped just in time and caught a rope. It was the rope which kept the row boat from floating away. A few minutes later joan, dripping wet, climbed in at one of the windows. Although greatly fatigued, she ran quickly upstairs to the tower. In a few minutes the lamp was burning brightly. Exhausted from her adventure, and not waiting to see what effect the lamp had upon the ship, she lay down on her bed and sank into a deep sleep. The next morning when she awoke, she was surprised to see a little group f109l

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