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

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A WORD TO THE PILOT .i-4 .1 .-la ' i. 1a . 4 v Marie L. Keller The rbor is behind us, and we are pointed for the open sea. The shallows reefs are left behind with the perils of the port. Although the r to open water was short compared with the voyage ahead, it was thr' ' because fraught with so many dangerous possibilities. Our ' o , ose steady hand has kept us to a safe, true course through the hom t s, now prepares to go over the side. The ship rides at anchor, the crew ma the rail. There she goes! With a wave of her hand, a happy, p on s ' n her face, a word to her oarsmen, she pulls away. But we are 1 sorry to see her go, so sorry, that even the roar of Up Anchor! give no immediate thrill. Through all our preliminary tn ailings, she has been with us. Her kindliness, her deep interest in our we , her words of cheer have sus- tained us. Through fair weather and fo , we w she was there to help usg through fog and storm, she steered , calm and sun- shine, she led us. A We are proud of the pang we feel in our leave ot soon shall we meet her like again. But the seas ahead hold no fe f r us, for we know that through them all, the spirit of our pilot, Marie . Keller, will be there at the helm. X THE SENIOR CLASS Joseph Buhler, Pres. 14

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The Ocean l've seen the ocean at its worst, With waves far off that long to burst Along the shore, they cannot wait, And so they break. And on the ocean green they make Patches of foam as white as snow, Till, with the racing waves they go Apart, and dissipate. Always moving, never the same, Tumultuous, turbulent, on they came, 'Twas then that all things seemed to be Just at the mercy of the sea. The howling wind, and lightning too, Dark clouds above, rain falling thru, It seem'd to me it'd never cease, But God above soon gave me ease. For suddenly, the roaring rain Ceased to fall, and once again, Tho' the wild wind blew, and waves raced o Bright rays of light thru dark clouds shone Soon after that the wind calm'd down, And waves endeavored to make known, That they alone controlled the shore, Which people dared to tread once more. Elizabeth Redrlall no

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THE LATE TELEGRAM C I 0 by JESSE FUCIIS It was a beautiful June evening with a full moon and millions of stars all trying to shine at once. A boy and a girl were sitting on a bench in the shadowy campus of Winnemac University. A cloud of gloom seemed to have settled over the two of them. They had just realized that the coming graduation would part them for six months. I don't know what Pm going to do for six months while you're in school, Ted remarked bitterly, and to think, just a few weeks ago, I was looking forward to graduation. He stared gloomily into the night-the picture of dejection. Then, as afterthought, Are you sure that Miss Cleeves wonit take you into her school for ladies with your degree of education-then you could graduate with me and get a three year degree, instead of writing six months. Oh yes, answered Dot, equally as gloomy, She insists upon a four year degree for all her English instructors. I suppose I'll have to stay another six months. They sat there-he a handsome boy with a stubborn chin, she-a mere slip of a girl who needed someone 'With a stubborn chin to look after her. Well I might as well go in before I get into trouble-we won't accomplish anything by sitting here. You'll just have to wait some- where, until I finish my course and then we can get married, as we planned. Good night, Ted, Pm going. Ted remained sitting on the bench. He was thinking of the short time he had known Dot, of his great love for her, and of the coming grad- uation. At last, he roused himself from his reverie and started off-a slow wandering walk that beiitted a man who is going to his death. Ik' was wandering through the park bordering the campus. He thought of the classes he had suffered through that day-Prof. Kennedy's talk to them. The words of the professor of psychology came to him- 15