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

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Football Football is an age-old game played as far back in history as primitive man. It has been played by savage tribes such as the lXIaoris, Faroe Islanders, Philippine Islanders, Polynesians, and Eskimos. The Greeks and Romans also played a game similar to our present-day game. The ball in most cases was either propelled by the hands or feet. The early caveman found that his feet could be of more use than to stumble over stones at night, and one of them invented the first football. It was made out of a skin stuffed with moss. The object of that privitive game was to see who could kick the ball the farthest. Later the game was brought to England, and on a special day, called Shrove Tuesday, the people from villages, towns, and small cities would play the game. There were no rules in the early days, and the motto was lf you can't kick the ball, kick someone else. At these games both sexes of all ages played, and there were sometimes as many as two or three hundred players on a team. These people set up a goal at each end of the town, the object of the game being, by fair means or foul, to get the ball over the opponent's goal. This game is played in a few small towns even today. About l83O the Shrove Tuesday events died out. Then the game was taken up by the schools. In some places the game was forbidden, because of its roughness. Today modern football is one of the most enjoyed games in America and other parts of the world. Because of the rules regarding the game, brainwork is used as much as strength. A good football player must be strong, alert, quick, and have a good head for planning trick plays and getting the signals quickly. There are three games of football played today-rugby, association, and United States, or American football, as it is sometimes called. Rugby and asso- ciation are played extensively in England, while we play the well-known American variety. FRAXK ROOT. A9. My Thoughts Of all the dumbest things to write. I think it is a poem, And if I tried with all my might, And worked all day and night. I'm sure Ild never, never write A poem. Of all the dumbest sessions. I donlt mind confessinl I think it would be a blessin, To eliminate such lessons. J.-xcx HE1.LEN,B9. I 67 l

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Knit Two, Purl Two Of all the things in the world, Emelia wanted only two. She wanted the pretty little red dress that she had seen in the nicest downtown store, and she wanted her brother to marry Bliss Mary Strong, her new teacher. Emelia knew that it was just impossible for anyone not to love Miss Mary. Tom agreed with Emelia on this point. Emelia had little hopes of getting the dress, because her older sister, Alice, had liked it too, and Alice usually got what she wanted. One day Emelia's grandmother called her two granddaughters to her and told them of a contest that she was planning. She was going to make the little red dress that the girls admired so much, the prize. 'Emelia wanted a horseshoe contest, because Alice never could peg horseshoes. Their grandmother told them it was to be a knitting contest. VVh0ever should finish the prettiest scarf first would win. Emelia's heart sank, for she did not like to knit, and Alice was such a fast worker. On the day preceding the last of the contest, Emelia was strolling along wondering if she could possibly knit a whole scarf before the morrow. She had decided not to try any longer. It didn't seem worth while, as everyone said that Alice would win it. Suddenly she heard voices. She knew that one of the voices was Miss Strongys. I won't speak to you again until the rain isn't wet, the sun d0esn't set, or Emelia wins the knitting contestf' What on earth would Tom do? She knew that now she just had to win the contest for Tom. She hurried home, crept away by herself and knitted until supper time. After supper she continued, and finally fell asleep with the finished scarf in her hands. In the morning her grandmother gave her the little red dress. Tom ran over to Miss Strong to tell her that she could speak to him again, since Emelia had won the contest. Of course Tom asked her to marry him, and she answered Yes. Now Emelia was the happiest girl in the world because she had her two best Wishes' MARY JEAN QUINN, A7. The Storm The thunder roared, the lightning Hashedp Trees fell and windows smashed. Many were injured, and lives were lostg Millions of dollars the cities it cost. Houses floated here, barns floated there, Doors and coops floated everywhere. Then came the beautiful, luxuriant sun To try and fix what the storm had done. ORVILLE MCDONALD, B9. l 66 J

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The Noble Cow One day, while seized with a pensive mood, I strode through the verdant countryside, o'er hill and dale, through wood and dell. Upon emerging from a particularly adhesive briar patch, I espied a stately, calm, lofty, majestic cow. Upon seeing me she uttered a long-drawn, doleful lNIoo-oo-oo. Reflecting upon this, I gather that it must be a salutation, although it was not uttered in the most hospitable of tones. Nothin daunted, I returned her reetinffs with a soul-winnin smile and, A g I g ., g 'fGreetings to you, my bovine friend. Staring serenely on, she only acknowl- edged my presence with a switch of her re tilian tail. P Somewhat taken back, I decided to inaugurate conversation along a channel in which my friend would take some interest, so I said BV the wav, how is Y . .. the milk business ? HOh, so-sofl she replied, and in an evident tone of sadness continued, Halthough I can harken back to the days when it was much better, when the Democrats held the upper hand of the situation. YVhat ln I cried in horror, shrinking away from her as though she were the pestilence itself. Donlt tell me you svmpathize with those raftin , beastlv . g g . Democrats. Hlifnough l she cried, with natural becoming dignity. HWho are we that our foolish bickering can decide an election ?'l Quite ri ht, I said seein her sensible point of view. By the wav, what g v g , is your name FH Helen, and although my lite hasn't been nearly so eventful as that of the original one, nevertheless it has been quite interestingfl Oh, you must tell me about it. Some other time. Here comes Farmer Jones to milk me. Good-bye. l'Farewell, Helenf' I said, as I turned about and started homeward. PAUL EVANS, A9. A Hot One Jack was a prizefighter, and on .the following day he was to fight. At last the day arrived. People were pouring into the stadium. He was sitting in his corner. The bell rang. He stood up and strode forward to shake hands. The Hght began. Jack was as cool as ice. He kept off his opponent round after round. In the eighth round his opponent pressed him hard and gave him a hard blow. He reeled back. Recovering, he started to rush, and they clinched. When the bell rang for the last round jack cut in viciously. His opponent shot out his right hand and hit jack. Everything went pitch black. He swung aimlessly. He heard the referee counting, and then-he fell out of bed and heard his mother calling him to breakfast. Laughing silently, he went to school and in a composition wrote about his dream and won the prize. K13IIYAAIASAKI,A7. I68 l