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

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l-lurk I fear the loveliness That darkness brings, I fear the night that steals On sabled Wings. I fear the crescent moon Suspended by an unseen thread, I fear the purple lilac And the hawthorne-dead. I fear the silvered pools And the gentle rains- I cannot help but fear- Wlnen loveliness so pains. Dome Kind!

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I Call Me Ishmael By George Bogin -- l ERMAN MELVILLE sprang from the awakening seed of nineteenth century American lit- erature. He came suddenly to the stale public eye, like a comet, and like a comet he spun quickly away. Years after this phenomenon had left the skies, someone discovered that some of the sparks left scattered behind had shed a new and strange light. The sparks were resurrected, reunited and the meteor, Herman Melville, was brought back to the wide-eyed gaze of a new public. Herman Melville was born in New York City on August 1st, 1819. He was descended from paternal Scotch stock and maternal Dutch. Until his fatherys death in 1852, the family was fairly well- to-do, but Alan Melville died, leaving little money and eight chil- dren. Herman was a weak child and his cheeks grew paler with the snows of new winters. He was melancholy and moody as a mere infant. Wluen he was six, his father sent this note along with Her- man on the boy's visit to his Uncle Thomas in Albany. Herman is backward in speech and somewhat slow in comprehension, but you will find him as far as he understands men and things, both solid and profound and of a docile and amiable disposition. The crowded houses that the Melville's lived in at various times were only thin coverings for Herman's imagination. His sombre eyes followed the trim little packets across the sea, and he had revisited the ports of the world dozens of times. Alan Melville, himself, had been a great traveller. He had noted down that in twenty years he had travelled 24,425 miles by land, 48,840 miles by water and had been 643 days at sea. Recollections of the stories his father once told of his many travels, of his two year stay in Paris, the books and prints from foreign lands that he brought home, make an older Herman yearn to be suddenly away from the four-walled convention- Twenty-eight