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

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MARION ALLWEISS walked quickly into the room smiling with supressed excitement. On one of the front desks sat our editor Iacqueline Emmerman and one look at Marion's face prompt- ed her to ask. Well. what -did you write? A story. was the mild reply. She then sat down and looked around for the staff. Iay announced that Barbara Campbell was down in the Publica- tions Office and as for Ellen Kelly, we Below Decks MARILYN BANDIERO could hear her voice floating through the corridor. Iune Helbock. on her way to her eighth period class, stopped in the doorway long enough to say hello while Gloria declared that we should get down to business. Marion eagerly agreed. I agreed and Iay agreed. Still the others did not appear. Mr. Clarke came in. followed by Babs carrying a stack of biography cards she had to alphabetize. Sara offered to help her and they went to the back of the room. Ellen came in throwing a good-bye over her shoulder to someone who still remained anonymous. Mr. Clarke look- ed in her direction and made a short speech on the importance of punctual- ity. Ellen agreed and we all nodded. Marion stood up. Shall I read my story? The door opened and a girl who Carol was going to interview entered. Marion sat down and we all hurled questions at the young lady. while 8 Carol wrote down the answers to later work them into an essay. The young lady left. Marion rose. A teacher put his head in the door. Mr. Clarke, could I see you a min- ute? Of course. he turned to us. wait for me. I want to hear that story. We waited. After about ten or fif- teen minutes he returned. Carol. who was reading a poem while he was gone, reread it. received comments from the staff and wrote them on the back to return to the writer. Marion more or less crawled to the front of the room. The bell rang. Mr. Clarke gave a serious talk on how we should accomplish more work then we do, we all nodded and headed for the door. Passing the office. we stopped off to put away the envelopes with copy to be read. At their typewriters sat Mae and Edna. while Peggy Bryant sorted through the material that was to be typed. Mr. Clarke complimented them on their correct spelling. We all agreed. said good-bye and went home. x ' 1552, I 45511 x x EDIT i I' P l W tdiv S l r eef 2 ,J I .f ' .- P- 1 I ' . :GA ' l V ze A I 9 -1 . 5 .L ., R S gang., Q. ,, 1. VD, ' I .. ' ' ' .1 V :We . - 1- ra- , 11, .. '- N 'T1' .'gg5'agggQ,g5-1'g- ,5y,yZ.5::1lf!ui 1:3 5-K i A' ' ' 1 - ,spy ' E I I 'J 1 Q f ' ' - ' 44 -..,:.5. xl:,,v,' A . -. -. x,0 ',. -.. . .'- I, - P vtg ' bil' '- . , . I ggi - 5 ,L - . .If ' L- - - - :gif- '.-'- Lf t f 1:wu..4v-.'.- ' '- a .-. ' V -- ,,, 'rw -157 0 - ' . : ' - f'.-- ' - ,fin 'NT :.:r.. -ew -M -- gf- .-.-1 funn A ' f.. 1 v , . - X Nfl N Illustration by Norman Brown

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I couldn't take Catherney's chatter any longer so I shut off the speaker. The ice on the wings had gotten so heavy that Burt and I decided to try and shake it off the wings. Some of it slid off, but chunks began to stick. I dropped down a couple of hundred feet to try and get out of the bad weather we had struck. Burt was trying to call into flight control to get our bearings but the radio only an- swered us with static. Then. unex- pectedly the instrument panel went crazy and the plcme went into a dive. I could see the earth spinning and weaving up. up to meet us. The plane plunged nearer and nearer to the side of a mountain. which suddenly loomed up before us. I pulled back the stick with every ounce of strength in me and prayed as I never did before. The plane seemed to rear back and re- main stationary in the clouds for an age. Then it pulled up suddenly and barely scraped the peak of the moun- tain. It seemed almost miraculous but the moment we passed that peak the sky became clear again and Iezy's engine started to purr like a new born kitten. For a moment I almost believed that nothing at all had happened but the weak feeling that was rising from the bottom of my stomach and the beads of sweat on Burt's face told me that this was the closest he or I had ever come to shaking hands with Saint Peter. I pulled the switch to the speaker and heard Cathemey mocming. Why didn't I find out if they knew how to fly before I hired them? I'll pay them double if they get me to Los Angeles alive, he ended this last word with another groan. Burt smiled at me and said. ln an- other three hours I'm going to make that guy eat every word he said. The landing at Los Angeles was fairly smooth except for one prop that had frozen. When I climbed out of the plane. leaving Burt to deal with Cath- emey. I went to report the trouble we had developed. After reporting the nerve-racking tale to the fellow at weather conditions, he looked up at me and said. Who are you trying to kid. fellow. We haven't had any bad storms recorded here in the last three weeks. I grirmed at him and walked to the door, Well it might have been a gremlin but maybe you can explain. how three people saw the ice on they wings and how I came in with a frozen. prop. I shut the door and walked away reminding myself that I must thank God the next time I meet him for the little favor he did for me. , ' ,, .-- Illustration by Alexander Pruno 7

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I'VE HEARD a lot of guys go around saying all sorts of pretty things about Autumn and stuff. Autumn is nice. But I was wondering if they ever thought about the not-nice things about it. I mean, they always talk about how gorgeous flowers and leaves n' stuff are, but they never say a word about kids like me who have four oak trees in front of their houses and have to rake up all those leaves that fall from the trees in a sym- phony of color, caressing the Earth as they gently come to rest on her warm bosom. They may be beautiful on the way down, but when they finally hit bottom, they're a pain in the neck to me. They're forever forgettin' that one reason why I don't like Autumn is that it's the football season when all the guys play football and I have to play, too, even though I hate the game fI'm on the line, so you see how it isl because if I don't play they'll all call me chicken. I mean really, the exciting cries of the crowd crackling through the brittle air is O.K., but nobody ever watches us when we play the kids from 89th Street back of the cow barns, unless you count my dog, Tip. as an audience. He's not very attentive, either. Of course, the worst thing about the Fall is school. Need I say more? And they write all about the way autumn Know they have it a Coy , undecided young girl J changes her mood from warm and vibrant to cool, vivid and brisk. They call it f1ighty, skipping lightly from cheek to cheek caressing each in tum. Nuts! That's iust a long way to say that sometimes it goes from hot to cold, to windy. I'll agree to that! One of the reasons why Mom says I get a cold each 'October is because the weather is co changeable. I guess I must sound like what Roy Rogers calls a pretty ornery cuss, but I'm not so bad. There are things I like in the Fall. I like to watch squirrels store up nuts for the winter: and pop com the first time we light the fireplace. I think the trees and grass along Belt Autumn 'n Me JOANMOYLETT Parkway are beautiful in a mixed up sort of way. Pumpkin pie and can- died yams, and hayrides only happen in the Fall. I like them. I like to make pictures from the smoke when leaves are buming and walk home from school fast whistling with my hands in my pockets. I never do that stuff other times. In the Autumn I never know what I'm having for breakfast the next morning. In the summer its always corn-flakes, and the winter means oat- meal, but in the Autumn it could be anything. I like that, too. And, you know, leaves do sorta crunch when you walk on them. Tip likes to run through the wheat down on the farms in the Fall. Once I ran after him. It sort of tickles you, and it smells good and clean. Gee, maybe those poet guys aren't wrong. after all. It's just that they use those big. fancy words, I never think of. What I mean is, that it's easy to forget about the not-nice things because there are so many good things about Autumn. Yeh, I guess they are right. The Fall is swell. . 9