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Chaim Wein's students, boys and girls in their teens, were doing calisthenics as a piano player banged out Sentimental Journey. The exercises were interrupted by Mr. Wein, who introduced Colonel Henshel, who in turn made a little speech. Several girls were brought up to meet us and the best Olympic prospects were pointed out. One girl was a parachutist and had competed in Russia.
At Wingate (which eventually will satisfy Israel's desperate need for coaches and physical education instructors) we had lunch with Baruch Bagg, the director, a man of middle age who wears his hair like Ben-Gurion and is glowing with health and vigor. After lunch he proudly showed us around, pointing out the Nat Holman basketball courts ( Holman introduced American-style basketball 13 years ago), the Edward Norman gymnasium (named for an American steel man) and then took us down to see the magnificent soccer field, which is enclosed by a cinder running track. At one end of the field there is a natural amphitheater, and Colonel Henshel, looking it all over, became greatly excited.
"Home plate," he said, "will have to go at the amphitheater end of the field. That's the only logical place. But wait a minute here. The sun is all wrong. The sun is in the wrong place. It will be in the batter's eyes."
"Put home plate at the other end, then," said Chaim Glovinsky.
"No, no," protested Colonel Henshel. "It must go at that end because of the natural amphitheater. But the sun is wrong."
"It wouldn't be wrong in the mornings," said Chaim Glovinsky. "Play the games in the mornings."
"You're right, Chaim!" exclaimed the colonel. "That's one solution. Play the games in the mornings; it's too hot for baseball in afternoons anyway." He turned to me. "Everybody stops work at noon for a siesta here in the summertime," he said. "The temperature goes to 110� and more."
"How about night games?" I asked.
"Good," said Colonel Henshel. "Night games would be fine."
"But," said Baruch Bagg, "we have no lights."