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

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74 2aeemSe I long to hear her footsteps pailtling softly o'er the floor, To hear her joyous barking as she greets nze at the floor, To feel her tugging on the leash, to hear her frienclly whine, To eurl up close besiele her, to know that she is nzine. I long to stroke her silken head, to watch her large brown eyes, They were so soft ana' alreanzy, so wistful, yet so wise. I want to brush her wavy coat, to feel hier long sharp claws, To see her stretched before nie with her head between her paws, I want her there to talk to whenever I feel blue, To see her sit up begging the way she used to clo. I always likeal to watch her while she ran through yield anal wood When I spoke shea stop and listen as if she untlerstootl. Anal now, when I eonze horne at night, the house is always still, I think, Perhaps I'll hear her, but I know I never will. The things she haul are useless now, her tlish, her leash, her heel, All I have left are rnenzories-rny clog is aleatl. I f I shoulel speak rny thoughts now, I'rn sure she'tl hear ine say: I wish I hail not been so nzean to her the other elay. I wish I'af been a little kinder as her :lays clrew to an encl, For I've lost more than just a 610g-1,116 lost rny clearest friend. IEAN sTocK12R .lovely .Jada Turning arountl I wateheal her go U7here ll she go? I wantetl to know. She was so .pretty while she stayed She set nzy heart aglow, But look she's gone already Gosh, and I just learneel to lone her so. Now alo not fret, alear child ofrnine, I tell you-she cornes every year. Yes, she'll bring back thie bircls and the flowers, sunshine ant! rain To lighten your heart of it's burclens. Look close before you nziss her For here eornes S ,bring again! SOPHIE BELIAKO Il

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think. During the day he would dream. As time progressed, strange thoughts warped by impatience raced through his brain. One morning before anything had stirred Chris, giving up Cthe return of MacDavidJ started off tor Don Carlton. Riding all the way at an impatient gallop the lad reached his destination on the eve of the fourth night. The castle gates were well guarded and after being refused entrance, Chris proceeded to climb the mossy walls. Climbing the rough cut ramparts took most oi the lad's endurance. As the lad slowly slipped over the top of the wall a strong pair of arms seized h-im. The struggle was brief and the next thing the lad remembered was the cold crawling dungeon in the depths of the castle. Lockston's hate tor Sir Doug- las's father was renewed when he saw his image in his only son. After let- ting Chris lie in the slimy darkness for three days, he decided he would personally behead him. The day was set and Lockston came every evening to torment the boy. Cold and bleak the rain tell upon Chris as he stag- gered to the block. As the lamb was prepared for the slaughter, Lockston grasped the handle of the broad- sword. The bejeweled saber was a relic that had been passed down from father to son for ages. Was this the fate for which it had so ironically been saved? As the devil walked toward the heir of Don Carlton, his face was twisted in a devilish grin. Suddenly a blinding bolt from the blue crashed to the earth with a roar that ran into the hereafter. When all could see again Lockston lay motion- less on the ground, the tiendish grin still twisted on his lips Beside him lay the bejeweled sword, white hot. Paul MacDavid had already been be- fore the House of Lordis and the whole Lockston clan were imprisoned. Sir Douglas returned to Combrae and the people he loved. The rest of his years were spent sailing the seas. The only relic ot his Lordship was the sword which he prized till his death. This laddy is why I take the sword you see here besides me Cwhenever I ily my tighter bomber into battlel for you see Sir Douglas was my great grand- father. My full name is Douglas Paul Farland, Flight Lieutenant, Royal Scot- tish Air Force. A fitfzz! young fiber zmmed Firbevi' Once jisfaed for rome 1516 in 4 jirrzzre Till ll jifb with 4 grin Pulled the jirbernmzz in Nou' !l9'ey'1'e filling the jirsure for Pislver. 13 HUGO GRUARIN

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4 .g ' To view the coming Spring from on high, I clinihed into my attic one day. And 1'niJ'i11g the 'LL'lll6f01U, what did I .fee B111 it little Jjnirrow awtiitiizg nie. It inzift lnzzfe waited If month at letut ltr hody way Jo cold Premed clofely hy the wiiidow .fill The little ,fpnrrow had died. SOPI-IIE BELIAKO I? We I often thought how fntile life would he, U7hen the one I loved the moft nm' gone from me. UV hen the .found of her .rioeet voice would never rome, To wake me in the morning like the mn. Or cheer my heart, when ,rick with Jorrows ldden. Or lighten with her .fl7'0l1g white handy, my hnrden. O God-I never thought fufonld he like thif, I never thought I'd long I0 for her gentle kim. jnxl' to fee the .vilnen in her lovely hair ' Would help to lift my loneline5.f and deep despair. But life goef on, no tfifions do appear I'nt called iz hermit, people laugh and sneer For only God .iznd I-not another Cnn ez,-'er know how ninth I n1i.f5 my mother. GILBERT LACLAIR