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

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EARTH SONG The waves break upon cool white sand Shells filled with life of the sea are thrown upon the sand. Children come and look eagerly for these shells. They iind themg play with themg They bury themselves deep into the shifting sands, Laughing joyously when only their tiny heads are visible, Building Spanish castles in sand which like the day dream Soon are torn down by the breaking sea coming to claim her own. Dirt in the backyards of the slums, ugly and unclean, Mixed with the acrid smells and soot of the factories. Filthy children playing in tattered clothes And trying to imagine the ash heaps and tall fences Suddenly changed into cool, tall trees and flowing fields Of the fresh and beautiful country. Sophie Rzzdzimki 3O'7'llIE- ciL..ln'n'l-I4

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Later at his own request he was transferred to the volunteer regiment known as the Fighting 69th. Joyce went to the front. There he became a member of the American Intelligence Service. Many times he refused to go to an officer's training school, saying that he was' satisfied with being a sergeant. This proved to be his undoing, but it also proved to the world that a poet is not always the delicate, fanciful creature of vivid imagination. It was during the five day battle of the Argonne which started on july 28, 1918, that Kilmer met his death. He had headed a small scouting party which was trying to locate the exact position of a nest of enemy machine gunners, who were hindering the advance of the Americans. The entire party returned with the exception of its leader, Kilmer. His comrades found him on the ground, near a patch of woods. His eyes were gazing sightlessly -over a small ridge as if still scout- ing. A sniper's bullet had passed through the brain of the man who wrote those unforgettably beautiful lines: Farewell! Comrades true, born anew, peace to you! Your souls shall be where the heroes are And your memory shine like the morning-star These three poets answered the call in the conflict of man's fight for civilization. They might, perhaps, have been alive today, if it hadn't been for the Great War. Probably, they would have contributed many more fine poems to the world. We mourn their loss, but while we do, we are thankful for that bit which they have left us. It helps our lives to become richer by making us under- stand those feelings which we cannot, and they could, put into words. 1.1- -- -U-.vl- Rows, rows, straight lines of endless rows of soldier graves, The sky a dull gray roof above the busy earth, From out of that dull gray sky they come, and fall, Snowflakes, myriads of them traveling to kiss the ground below. Silently, softly, they fall on the rows of mounds, Silently, softly, like a blanket of down, they cover them. Claire McKay l 'l-IE il..II'I'l-i429

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Sl-IOVING OFF Ni ' T'77'i!i'i'l:f. i v A - 0 - itawfi-. 'lk Ak .EN J' iv , WI, 1 Vdlvl' :. Z .. am? g EE 1 mi! ff? 'HWS' 2 XX, x ,xii I 'if X .QM af' : 'l Isanugnrib' --N. X - .- ,.-.., -5..- A , sae.. 1-To Mr. Clarke: We, really the first graduating class be- queath to our principal deep gratitude for his guidance which has brought us surely along the paths of our high-school career, and many well-wishes for his continued success as skipper of future crews. 2-To Miss Keller: A thousand Qand onej thanks for her will- ing cooperation in the solution of problems concerning those fearful little cards of the dangerous color and a copy of the song Gather Lip-Rouge While You May. 3-To Miss Laws: A larger ollice with more comfortable chairs for future seniors to loll in while waiting to confer with her. 4-To the juniors: We leave the problem of adding a new and original committee to the long list of those that have taken care of the senior activities in the past. 5-To the Sophomore Class we leave several hundred lollipops with which to console themselves while they sigh for a junior prom. 6-To the Freshmen: We leave our one collection of pictured Dixie cup covers. 7-To Mrs. Carstens: We bequeath one woolly sweater, a pair of fur mittens, three dozen handkerchiefs and an assortment of cough drops to help her emerge from one winter without a cold. 8.-To Dr. Cusack: We bequeath her a set of thespians to carry out her excellent instructions regarding her favorites, Macbeth and Hamlet 9.-To the teachers' lunchroom, we leave the piano keys e g and f respectively, to replace the dormant ones in their piano. 10.-To the Publications department we leave four empty gaps on the Campus where the four entertaining columns previously had places. Also a pretzel for Mr. Sullivan, and a blue pencil for Mr. Free- man. And now, without all legal rigmarole, without witnesses, seals or lawyers but with just out own precious originality-we march away gallantly, bidding farewell to all. 'Fl l--lE- :z.nn':+n...ne3l