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

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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

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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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time we laughed together. We sat there on the beach and talked. The talk was mostly about you because it was you who brought us together. After a while he suggested we walk. Remember Rusty? I remember. Then We Walked tor a while and he sug- gested we go to the amusement park. I said I couldn't think of anything nicer. We left you at our beach house with Grandpa. Then we went off together. We Went on the roller coaster, Merry - go - round, loop-the- plane, and everything. We danced, we ate and we sang and laughed so very much. It was late I remem- ber and we were tired so we walked back to the beach and sat, just where We're sitting now. We were happy. I knew that it was only for then, be- cause he would have to be going away again on that ship he spoke of. The war was on then. A lot of things he said didn't make sense to me at the time. I remember how he said: laura, I can't tell you my real name or where I'm going or when I'll be back but please believe me, l'm sincere and there are some things I can't explain. I'll have to go now, but,I'll be back I promise. In exactly one year from this date I'll be back, right here where we are standing. Will you be here to meet me? Please, say you Will.' I said 'yes' almost a million times. I felt so sure he'd be back. I believed in him. I remember how he took my hand and pressed it tight in his and kissed my fingers, and how he looked at me and smiled, then suddenly dropped my hand and walked away. I-low straight and determined he walked, never turning to look back. I watched him until he just seemed to disappear into the horizon. I-low long those twelve months seemed. I counted every second ot every day. I thought the days would never come to an end. The time seemed so long and when that day on which we were to meet again finally arrived, he didn't come. I sup- pose I'll never, ever slee him. I'll never be able to understand it. I prayed so hard, Rusty. Suddenly Rusty jumped up to chase a stick which went flying through the air, and at the same time a soft manly voice said: You seem to have fallen. Ensign Iim Flarity of the United States Naval Intelligence, helped Laura to her feet, smiling with that same unforgettable smile. Laura replied, Fallen for you. A rertaizz young fellow IZJHHEZZZ Beebee Wfirbefi to nmrry 4 lady zmmed Plaoebeg But .mid be, I mm! .fee llfbat the clerim! fee Will be before Phoebe be Beebeen. HUGO GRUARIN