John Adams High School - Clipper Yearbook (Ozone Park, NY)

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Cl-IANTEYS Bon Voyage Up anchor! Masts high! Skipper, prepare! Youth is launching forth to do and dare! Turbulent seas cannot dismay, The will of youth will carry the day. The sun will shine on smooth seasg The Hag will fly to a quick'ning breeze. Naught can withstand the unconquerahle power Of youth's high hopes at the sailing hour. Fortified with a cargo of useful learning, Fired by a spirit forever burningg Victory is ahead, so sail, 0, sail! Forward Clipper! Thou can'st not fail! Songs of triumph sing, O, sing! Ring, ye hells, O, joyous, ring! Ready, lads, for-ward, ho! Steady, ladsg on-ward, go! .Samuel F. Zim I plz LQ... .. ' 5

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back to consciousness. Day after day she remained, telling them naught about herself, her past life, or how she came to be in the strange place my father found her. Then one day she was gone. On the table she left this. Here he exhibited a queer ornament-a pearl set in an ex- quisitely carved gold ring. Wrapped around the ring was a little note, expressing thanks to my parents for their kindess to her, and stating that whosoever should wear the ring would be lucky until the day he died. Heh! Heh! Isn't that a nice story? The cracked voice ceased. The men stirred restlessly, again con- scious of the cold. In the silence a sharp whistle shrieked! An order was harked out to sullen men-and the Emperor marched on. Close up, close up- Five days later, Old Jean was dead. Pierre was stunned. Lying in a shallow grave, with no mark to identify the spot, was his only friend, Jean. Mutely he stood there, bowed with pain. Gradually he became con- scious of someone standing near him. The emaciated fool who had told the story. He felt something pressed into his rag-covered hand. He looked. It was the luck-ring. With a gasp he glared at the donor. Luck! he breathed. Luck! And he laughed a horrible laugh. The little old man shrank back before the glazed eyes of the youth. Pierre pushed him aside, and screamed Men! You shall listen to me! to Pierre! Pierre shall go to the Emperor and demand a burial with the honors for Jean! You will see if my wishes are not obeyed! He pushed his way through the crowd of men surrounding him, and up to where the commander of his company stood. To the Emperor! he commanded, Take me to the Emperor. The officer cowered behind his companions. Never before had he seen a man look like that. Pierre showed him the ring. With a scream the man nearest pointed to it. The others gazed in astonishment. What was it in the ring that made men obey that stooping, hollow-eyed youth? Pierre again shot his hand out before the gaze of the cowering officer, the hand with the ring on. Slowly the man separated from the group and led the way to the camp of the Emperor. Halt! Who goes there?,' An officer. The Emperor wishes to see no one. The Emperor will see me. f Please turn to Page 51 j G6 10

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To Alice A vision of beauty in body and soul, Not one that in worry and time takes its toll, Her hair like the goldenrod shimmered in sun, To the rounded contours of her face it clung In soft undulations--a curl here and there Gave a loving caress to the skin so fair. But the minx in her eyes was the one I knew, Eyes, fallen from the skies, twin bits of blue, A part of her heart peeped thru their lashes And revealed her courage and pride in flashes. I called her a minx a short while ago- A pert, saucy flirt with many a beau, With a tinkle of laughter, a gay snatch of song, On her bright, shining path, she travels along. In the quirk of her smile, tho' it's more like a grin, There's a hint of the imp that's scarcely held in. Yet her chin plainly tells of a will all her own, Of thoughts and decisions reached wholly alone. A character strong-with principles high, A soul unmarked by greed or lie, A heart without mar of envy or malice, A thoroughbred-that's Alice. Betty Ossa