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

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SHIP'S LIBRARY gelweewliefaakenda ETHEL CONNOLLY-ALICE CANFIELD BOOKS! BOOKS! All for the ask- ing. Some of them are new, some old. Here are two dealing with the eastern area. One ot them is a new book which I feel sure will please even the most discriminating ot critics. With the endorsement ot General Stilwell and Wedemeyer it can hardly be any- thing but sincere and authentic. Written by Father Mark Tennier, Chungking Listening Post is a story of the eternal survival of Old China through the ravages ot another war. Father Tennier takes war with all its brutality and stark realism without once sheltering us from the bitter truth. He keeps however a religious outlook throughout. A true lover ot people in general and the Chinese in particular, Father Tennier is the only one to write this story, By it, he brings to our ears the now taint murmur coming from the huge bulk ot land that is China. A prayer uttered in a squallor of Peking or a sigh as a Chinese riverman on the Yangsee looks up athis heaven when the going gets rough. A low murmur but clear and true, and it is picked up immediately by the good Father at his Chungking Listening Post. India the land ot mystery is un- 19 veiled in a small way in My Indian Fami1y written by Hilda Wernker. Although it is a novel it has some factual background. It is a touching of the eternal barriers between East and West. This far off land has many customs that seem odd to us because we understand neither the people or their ideas. Their custom of purdah fthe practice of women wearing veilsl, their manner of eating, the way in which they live, their religion and their rigid caste system are not strange but simply misunderstood. The story is written in the form ot a diary by the mother of an Australian girl who married an Indian and went to live in India. The way in which they adjusted themselves and the small incidents that make up their lives proved to have made a most enjoyable story. These are two recent books Chung- king Listening Post by Mark Tennier and My Indian Family by Hilda Wernker that you shouldn't miss reading. You can read them and any number of new books on the shelves of our own library. We have written about only two. Why don't you go up to the library and look around? We are sure you will tind others to your liking.

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PHCJTCGRAPHY TIPS :wb CHARLES CARTER 61 DONALD GUCKER IT MAY not be a techni-color master- piece, but it certainly suits our lenses. l'In speaking of none other than Kodacolor film for Kodacolor prints on paper, which can be used in any camera, including our box-camera specialists. The Ansco Camera Corp. has developed a similar color film for more advanced work, which will be explained at a later date. Assum- ing that you have bought the film, Cwe are still using film, of coursel we are already for our first adventure in color. Loading the film in the camera is exactly the same as using black and white film. Remember to keep the film wound tightly around the spool. Save the carton inside to return the exposed film to your dealer. Caution -, do not attempt to have this film processed by ordinary methods. Now for a few notes on the exposing of your Kodacolor film. For best results this film should be used on bright sunny days, two hours after sunrise to two hours before sunset. Try to avoid deep shadows. If your camera has the type lens which can be varied, full instructions are inclosed in the carton. lf yours is the box- camera type, follow the instructions above to the letter. ln color photog- rcrphy we must be acutely aware of color combinations and suitable back- ground. Avoid clashing colors and the extreme, dull colors. The sky affords a very pleasing background. Another thing we must be careful of is reflecting colors . For example, Aunt Haddie wearing her new yellow Easter outfit fsharp, ehl, is standing three or four feet from our newly painted green garage. On the final Kodacolor print the yellow in the dress will be slightly degraded by the green light reflected from the garage. lt is very important that you return the exposed film to your dealer as soon as possible. Upon receiving it your dealer will send it for processing to the Kodak Company. When finished your film will be returned in the form of Kodacolor negatives, from which you may select and order your Koda- color prints. These prints, in most cases will be slightly larger than the negative, but this is more to the good. Another caution-Cyes, anotherl, store in a cool, dry place as recommended in the instructions. Excellent black and White prints can be made from the color negative, by your regular camera shop. So here's luck and good pictures to you as you join the ever growing army of Amateur Color Photographers. 18

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DOLORES CANOSA THE BREAKING waves licked the sandy beach like hungry tongues lapping at some choice morsel. Save for the roar of the waves, the ocean was calm. The surface of the water reflected the moon, creating the aspect of tarnished silver. Against this backdrop two silhouettes were plainly visible. As the breeze sighed the heart of the girl seemed to sigh with it. I-fer soft glowing hair flut- tered in perfect harmony with the breeze. The large dog which was her companion, stayed close by her side. We're still alone Rusty, mur- mured the girl to the dog, as though he understood every Word she was saying. He hasn't come this time either. And he promised. He promised he'd come on this day. I-Ie didn't come last year. I felt sure that he'd come tonight. But he didn't, and perhaps he won't. Oh! Rusty I know he'll come back some day. It was right here that we met, re- member? I took you for a walk along the edge of the beach and then I started to throw that stick for you. Remember how I teased you and held the stick up high and how hard you jumped for it and how I fell. I-le must have been watching us play, Rusty, because it seemed almost in- stantly he was there helping me to my feet. I can see him now as I saw him then, in the clear reflection of moonlight. I-Ie was so tall, and so lean. I remember the mass of curls that clustered around his fore- head, and the way his hat sat way back on the back of his head. The first thing he said was: 'You seem to have fallen.' The whole situation struck me funny and I laughed. Then he laughed too, a cheerful, merry laugh. I remember it was late spring that 20