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

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when she was angry, but drew her voice in deeply, so it hurt you. He was regular though. All around O. K. Hick, Bud questioned suggestive- ly, have you enough money? Sure, Hick boasted, as he jingled some coins in his pocket. Sure, And I can get a job in Brownsburgf' You hope. You write to me Hick, Bud urged. You know I won't tell anyone where you are--if you don't want me to. Sure Bud, I will.', Wispy rain- clouds left cold calling cards, angered the low fire, then swept inward tow- ard the mainland. Meaningful ripples of molten gold tinged the edges of the now brightening clouds. Murrnuring, the friends still talked. But darkness still held sway-and they dicln't wish to break its stillness. They both jumped up as they heard a click behind them. The street light, Hick sighed. Five o'clock. The witches gathered their broom- sticks and their mantled cloaks and sped away with a great a-swish to wait another night. They made coffee on the smoulder- ing logs and gulped the savory bever- age heartily. Bud recalled other times when they had breakfasted together, over camp-fires. That time they went around the island in Hick's sailboat. It took them a whole week. Bud rub- bed his hands in the warm glow that the memory brought him. He kicked cold sand over the fire, which died re- luctantly on a great puff of blue smoke. Good wood, Bud said. Spruce, he guessed vaguely, carefully studying one of the charred logs. Maybe hem- lock. Yea, Hick replied. Bud nodded wisely into the im- pending storm, Something's comin'. Snow, Hick stated positively. Wliile they returned the sea-washed coffee-pot to its destined spot, lashed the canvas more securely to the hull, and made fast the locks and lanterns, Bud whistled. Soon crowds of white- robed messengers flurried their warn- ings across the rippling dunes, and left deposits at the base of sand banks, like talus at the foot of greater slopes. The fresh wind too, started to playg teas- ing the light Hakes, then tossing them north and south. The bay, though, declined to do more than lash obediently at its margins. Good, Hick called to his friend. This wind'll wear itself down in no time. And the snow clouds are break- ing now. As Bud raised the bow, Hick shoved a smooth round log roller under it, and together they shoved the boat to the water's edge. Solemnly, earnestly, they shook hands. Hick jumped into the skiff, sculled expertly until he had passed the sand bar, then drew his oars and started his long journey. Bud walked easily along the beach, whistling. Wlieri he reached the point where Beach Street met his own street, he turned to watch Hick. Once again, for the last time, they gave their salute. Bud turned, sauntered up the road. Hick stopped rowing, just for a sec- ond, to watch Bud. I Steady guy. Regular fellow. Hick bent to his task.

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Nine fifteen. No-Bud would show up. Hick ran up the beach, inspired with a sudden idea. A iire. Give him something to do, anyway, while he waited. Hick hated to wait. Wfhere would there be any dry wood after the rain they had today? Sure, under one of the bungalows. Summer people combed the beaches all season for wood, so's they could have it warm when they came down in early April to paint the houses. Marie was one of those summer people. He had prom- ised to write to her, strange how he never came around to it. Too late now for that, too late for everything. Hick ran across Beach Street, carefully cir- cling the ring of mystic dancers, and drawing off his gloves, knelt by the lattice work of one front porch. In a moment he had loosened the lattice and drawn out three dry logs. Bone dry. From under the porch next door he took three more, then hurried down the beach. just shave off some of this one with a pen knife. So. Good kindling. He thought of a fire they had last summer. At a beach party. Bud's birthday. That was fun. Hick kicked at a marginal stack of sun-blanched shells. He'd made up his mind, he would leave to- night. The red Hame spread eagerly, biting with its short hot tongues into the dry black wood. Hick leaned against the skiff and shoved his feet toward the fire Hick heard someone approaching, whistling softly. He was about to jump up to smother the fire, when he recognized the strain. just a Song at Twilight. Crazy song to be whistling in january when the night lacks the courtesy of an introduction by twilight. Bud was late-something must have happened. Bud always made his ar- rival known when he wished to. I-Ie never did anything without reason. Steady guy. All around O. K. Hullo, Hick, Bud saluted, as he smoothed some bumps out of the sand and took his place before the fire. Nice fire. Yea, why so late P Oh, the folks had company, and dicln't go to bed till late. Oh. Gee, wish Bud was going along. But he hasn't anything to run away from. Lucky guy. But no swell-head stuff. W.liy did you decide to go by boat? The train's quicker, Bud re- marked. The station agent has known me for years. He'd surely tell everyone be- fore I was half out of town. If I went to Mastersville to get the train, I'd have to get there somehow. And only farm wagons go through. Well, Bud asked, How are you going, and where to P You see, Hick explained, I have enough supplies in the skiff for tive or six days. It should take me about two days to get to Masterville. When I get there I'm gonna turn out of the bay and go up the river to Browns- burg. I did it last summer in four days. It'll be easy. Yea, Hick, Bud argued quietly, but january is different from August. There'll be storms. So, Bud, when it rains, I can heave to, and camp till it's over. After what happened Monday night, I'd do anything to get out of this place. Yea, Hick, Bud nodded, I know. Bud always stuck by him. He felt sort of ashamed that he had thought of leaving without saying goodbye to him. Bud had a rich dad and a car and a mother who never screamed

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gg IGHTSH . . . Action . . . Camera! And another mo- tion picture goes into produc- tion. Perhaps it will emerge from the cutting room in the form of light entertainment, perhaps it will preach a moral, but at any rate it should represent another step forward in the path of motion picture progress. From the very beginning, Holly- wood, the accepted home of motion pictures, has held a certain mystery, a hidden glamor for the movie fan. Lives of film stars are discussed in movie magazines, new pictures are pre- viewed and reviewed, and the motion picture field of actors, directors, extras, stunt men, stand-ins and thousands of others forms a history to which new pages are constantly being added. One of the first pictures lending dra- matic framework was The Great Train Robbery, also one of the first dramatic adventures of life in the wide, open spaces. This started the ball rolling. In 1907 Ben Hur be- came the first narrative film taken from a novel. In 1908 Pathe insti- tuted a news film which was presented in a little theater in Paris. The Way of a Man, was presented the follow- ing year featuring Mary Pickford and Arthur johnson, the screen's first matinee idol! Most of us derive great enjoyment from seeing ye olde slapstick come- dies. Well, a typical comedy of the day was Dirty Work in a Laundry, the film which really brought Charlie Chaplin, Buster Keaton, and Harold Lloyd to the fore. In 1911 t'The Tale of Two Cities made its Way to the screen, a three- reel picture with the narrative basis, and in the same year a two-reel film of Romeo and Juliet was presented, said to be the first film adaptation of Shakespeare. As early as 1912 color entered the films, but 1913 is import- ant because in that year Charlie Chap- lin officially entered pictures in The Kid's Auto Race. In 1914 the famed Tillie's Punctured Romance was pro- duced starring Marie Dressler and Charlie Chaplin. Short slapstick com- edies began to grow into feature length. But the movies were progressing. In 1915 The Birth of a Nation represented the culmination of the D. VU. Grifiith technique and in 1920 Douglas Fairbanks entered the scene with light romantic roles. In 1925 Paramount produced The Covered Wagon, and the following year Will Rogers appeared in the burlesqued version, Two Wagons-Both Cover- ed. In 1925 M.G.M. presented The Big Parade, America's film epic of the war. In 1928 the talkie, neglect- M 4