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

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which some instinct told them was the object of their desire. But five of them whose instincts werenlt up to par continued their furious chase after Ralph. Now our hero found himself well up in front of the panting runners. At the five and one half mile mark, he found himself in second place. In front of him was Johnston of Eastville, who had maintained his lead from the start of the race. Suddenly the East- ville star broke into a mad sprint for the completion of the remain- ing half-mile. He drew rapidly away from the exhausted Ralph, The Roxford ace felt a tug at the heel of his sneaker. He glanced down and saw one of the mice trying to crawl up his leg in an effort to reach the pocket from which the smell of cheese still emanated. Witlm a scream of terror, Ralph broke into a mad sprint which carried him far into the lead. He dared not look back now for fear of stumbling, but a sharp squeak told him the mice were still on his trail. He came into the home stretch with ,fa-at ff-sa ,S X '! -'XX-X x xx, H X, -f.:- '. tubs. ' 42' f f:-' -2- X fa? MSE: f -- Staff-'c I I . - - v 1 I the beat of johnstons running steps drowning out the squeak or his pursuers. Witlm the finish line but a few yards away, Ralph roared past the grandstand like a century sprinter. He broke the tape a full thirty yards ahead of johnson. He came to in the locker room surrounded by his joyful team- mates. Weakly he inquired, Did we win?', '!Did we win? shouted coach Bradley, We sure did! Your strategy gave us FIRST PLACE! When your opponents saw you flash past, they set out to catch you with the result that most of them were so winded, they couldn't finish. Our boys realized what you were doing and let the others run themselves out trying to follow that pace you set up. Not only did we win, but you broke the meet record, by doing the six miles in twenty-nine minutes Hat! That's a record that will stand for a long time! Tell us Ralph, what put that extra speed into your feet ? I don't know whether it was because I was a piece of running cheese, or because I'm the Pied Piper of Roxford! was Ralphls happy reply! Twenty

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,, , ,W ,, Gaelic Dawn By Edwin Butcher land began many centuries ago and reaches as a light into the gloom of the past to reveal the history of the Emerald Isle in lucid, poetical and prose forms that are at once commanding and effective. It is not until the literature produced during and after the reign of Niall of the Nine Hostages, king during the fifth century, that we can find our written evidences of a great Celtic literature. The early stories, pagan in origin, are mostly mythological. They do, however, provide enjoyable reading in their color and deep emo- tion. They pulsate with the exciting deeds of the giant Cuchulain as he engages in fierce battles, and they are saddened with the life of the sorrowful Deirdre. The story of Deirdre is an interesting one which is known by almost every Irishman. It is one of melancholy that grips. Her life seems a prototype of Erin's when she fulfills the prophecy of the Druid who said at her birth, In your fate, O beautiful child, are wounds and ill doings and shedding of blood . . . For your sake brave men will go into exile . . . You will be a story of wonder to eternity. Although the literature of Erin began many years before Christ, it does not assume much importance until the dawn of the Christian era in the Emerald Isle. It is to the great Saints of Ireland who founded colleges and schools to nourish the learning of the people, and who, in their scholarly wisdom, saw fit to preserve the records and manuscripts of their times, that we owe the literary advance- ment of this country, and the knowledge of it which remains today. Saint Patrick, the greatest saint of Erin, gave impetus to the march of literary achievements. Had not the Danish Invasions in the ninth and tenth centuries set much of this to naught, it is certain that the sagas and poems of the writers of that day would open up a vast store of treasure for the seeker of truth and beauty. Twenty-lurfo HE literature of Ire-