St Lukes Hospital School of Nursing - Blu Chambray Yearbook (San Francisco, CA)

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You know not what I mean by Maclhouse. 'Tis simple enough. Behold- This temple on my shoulders The custodians were Sisters-Reason- But they were weak and their duty-not well was it pe1'fo1'n1ed. The conservatives they let not Keep the place in tow. Then foolishness hroke in and 1'lll1l'flCI'6Cl the High Priest Foresight- And with his very blood did Seek to savor that place Unholy. Fl.o1z1zN l46l C12 SEXTON

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lie. Temple' The tropical sky, a vast blazing expanse of white heat, burned steadily above the ruins of an ancient temple, built ages ago by unknown peoples to a god that has long been forgotten. Tier upon tier of giant stones. curiously carved, rose towards the glaring sky, and great black doorways appeared at intervals, like hollow eyes that stared endlessly into the sunlight. On the south and west, far away, dark masses of jungle country stretched away into the distance, veiled under a screen of poisoned vapors. To the east, brown hills baked under the sun, and beyond them, barely visible, a bit of the ocean gleamed a vivid blue. At long intervals, a breeze from the ocean fanned the temple walls and stirred the dust, bearing sweet odors of salt air and dried grasses, and sometimes the echo of voices from a village of Indians beyond the nearest hill. old and eternally silent though it was, the temple was not dead. It lay there in the sunlight, thinking, wrapped in timeless, brooding thought, but always thinking. And it stared out towards the jungle and hills and sea with a faint, unpitying mockery,-the mockery of the changeless for all things that change and pass away. The earth was eternal, the sea beyond was eternal, the temple, like them, eternal,-and above all. glowed the burning sky with a white liame that seemed also endless. At the head of a crumbling stair, facing the east, was a doorway, and the stone on either hand and above it was curiously carved: Grotesque serpents twined and intertwined, and from among their coils stared carved human faces, distorted with pain. As the waves of heat shimmered up from the stone, it seemed as though the snaky bodies quivered and moved, and the parted lips of the victims drew back with agony, crying out against the age-long silence of their suffering. But above the doorway, in the middle of the lintel, was carved a face unlike the others. It was larger, and its expression was calm. The face was inscrutable, the eyes fixed upon the distant ocean, and the full, regular lips faintly curled in a changeless, mocking smile. The 'whole spirit of the brooding temple lay smouldering in that endless, pitiless, faintly smiling mask. A shadow appeared on the hot pavement before the doorway, and as quickly dis- appeared again, with a faint rustling noise. The face looked steadily out to the ocean, and smiled in the sunlight. The shadow came, and vanished again. Then a buzzard sailed noiselessly down and lit in front of the doorway. ,He drew one 'foot off the burning pavement and stood there, dreaming, but with his bald head tilted to one side, and a watchful eye open for business. :X small Indian child was toiling along the hot path toward the temple. Suddenly something flashed out of the doorway,--something dark, long, sinuous and shining. The buzzard was wrapped about and drawn like a tlash into the shadow. A scaly, black fold gleamed for a moment in the sun. The sound of faint l43l