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

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Blufhng in Vain It was a very new office, of the type seen on display at any of the large furniture stores downtown. The price tickets still remained on the desk and on the waste-paper basket. The furniture smelled of varnish, and so did the young man who occupied the office. He had just completed a correspondence course and was ont to conquer. It was his first morning. His letter rack was empty. Suddenly there was a step on the stairs and the door-handle rattled. It was a client ! The youth sprang to the telephone. Yes-yes-the city hall-the city mayor-good morning-I don't know- I'll call some time tomorrow, if I'm able. The fact is, I have so much work in hand-indeed, I have refused to do some building in Beverly Hills for two prominent millionaires. You are different, of course-I'll try to fix it up.'l He turned round to see if his visitor was impressed. He was. You'll excuse nie, sir, but if you're finished with that instrument, I'll connect it with the exchange. We hadn't time to connect it yesterday. IMIARY S. INIAIN, B9. The Blue and the Gold fVVith apologies to Robert Browningj I sprang to the center, My hands on the ball, And listened-it seemed For the halfback was rushing Away toward the line, And the quarter was ready, An hour in all. Till finally I heard, To my heart's delight, The signal that meant Fi ght-fi ght-fight l As numbers sped by The team did not swerve, But I gripped the ball tighter And strained every nerve. The signals were over- The ball was in playg The stands were a-roaring, And all looked so gay I forgot for the moment That this was the game That meant for our classmates Failure, glory or fame. But my senses came back In a very short time, 70:1 The ball in his hand. The man down the field Half turned as he ran. Up soared the pigskin As straight as an arrow, And lit in the hands Of the Le Contean hero, Who dashed out of danger As fleet as a deer, Across the last line Amid the crowd's cheer, And brought to Le Conteans The winning score As the whistle was drowned By the crowdls lusty roar. For the reason we won, I still stick and hold- VVe all had the spirit Of the Blue and the Gold. DONALD WEBSTER, B9

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Green Apples .Iohnnie was a very small boy-about seven at the most. His mother had three apple trees in her yard, This spring was the first time any apples had grown on them. -lohnnie thought they looked very good, although they were green. He ate six. His stomach began to feel funny! Pretty soon it began to hurt and hurt, and every minute it hurt worsel He lay down under the shade of an apple tree and soon fell asleep. Suddenly he found himself in a big apple packing house, and green apples were stacked all around him. A big man with a horsewhip was standing ready to strike him if he stopped eating apples. As soon as he finished one stack of apples, another would Come down a Chute. Alohnnie knew he Could never eat another stack and that he would have to stop sometime. He felt faint and dizzy. He picked up another apple. He took one bite, two bites, three bites. He could not eat any more. He looked up at the big man. The man was asleep! ,lohnnie began stacking the apples on top of him. The man woke up and started to strike hi1n. .lust then Alohnnie opened his eyes. His dog Laddie was licking his face. ,lohnnie felt all right now, but he vowed never to eat green apples again. H ELEX jfieiqsox. A8. Today Today the sun is shining, Today there is no gloom, Today the flowers will not hide Their leaves or their bloom. Today the sun is smiling, Today there will be no rain, Today the trees stand high and free And on every flower there is a bee. Today the sun is laughing, Today there are no Clouds, Today the streets are dry and gay And all the children are out to play Joe XVEINER, A7. l 69 l

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A Soph's Greatest Run He stood earnestly crouching, waiting for the signal to start. As he waited, he gnawed on his fingernails and restlessly walked in a circle. Suddenly the silence was broken by a loud clang of a bell. Instantly he was off, dashing like a mad dog after a tramp, running through the rain, stepping into puddles of water, taking no notice of anything. He must get there first! Always he had been far behind in the line, but now he would show them. It was strange, he thought, that he saw no one else running! Perhaps they did not get out from their rooms quick enough. He would easily get a good place in the line. As he ran swiftly around the last bungalow he breathed a sigh of relief-there was no one there yet. He rushed up to the ticket office, but nobody was in. Suddenly a suspicion came upon him. His heart sank as he read the sign on the window: 'KNO lunch served at the bungalows. Go to the cafeteria. His greatest run had been in vain. NIASAO KIANB0' AA7. On Welconiiilg Spring Oh, Spring, ,tis time to appear- We are watching and Waiting for you, For it now is the time of the year VVhen Howers and sunshine are due. Each day the birds awake singing, Awaiting the warmth that will come, Oh, hasten, sweet Spring, and come, bringing Signs to show Winter is done. At last, you are well on your way, You, who will bring us good cheer, You may arrive now any day, And of Winter we'll then have no fear. Farewell, old VVinter, begone nowg Let Lady Spring come in your place- To her you must then make your bow, And show us no more of your face. PATRICIA Cox, B9. l 71 I