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

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STRANGE, how much different a room looked in darkness than in light. Hmm, too different, thought little Peter as he put out the light. He snuggled his head into the soft pillow cmd shut his eyes gladly. His covers lay at the foot of the bed where he had kicked them, after deciding it was too hot. But a distracted fly perched on his ear and buzzed and buzzed until he moved his 4 GLEANINGS hand around in hopes of scaring it away. He did, but only onto his nose. He opened his eyes and tried looking at his nose in order to get perfect aim. lust before he struck, the fly buzzed away. Peter kept his eyes open, try- ing to make out the tiny insect flying around the room. But as he looked toward the window, he saw a lean. gray Wolf whose eyes were steadily glaring at him. It ain't, it ain't, he assured himself as he quickly shut his eyes. Cautiously opening them again he tumed over and looked at the open closet door in his room. The sleeve of his Sunday suit was visible to him but no, it was the arm of a robber hiding in there waiting until he fell asleep so he could come out and take away the 53.93 he had saved for a cowboy suit. He turned again, this time on his back and stared at the ceiling. There he saw a hole and piercing the dark- ness, two enormous eyes and a huge 20 body. Oh, he knew it. A great gorilla and it was probably very hungry. He shut his eyes tightly and crawled down and got his covers and pulled them over his head. Boy, he whispered to himself, it certainly is cold. RITA REINHEIMER THE SHORT distance from the cheer- leaders bench to position on the foot- ball field or basketball court, seems endless to the new frightened cheer- leader. You are constantly aware of the critical eyes that seem to detect every flaw. Running out quickly and gracefully into position is not as easy as it had seemed from the stands. How- ever, after the first game is over, self- consciousness moves out and self-con- fidence moves in. You begin to con- centrate on cheering your team to vic- tory, and gradually forget about your- self. The position of captain is a coveted one. The responsibility however, is an entirely different matter. Practice time is not provided in school except for one or two periods a week, which is far from sufficient. Meetings must be called evenings or, whenever possible, after school. Cheering is not all fun. It is tire- some and hard on the muscles. Never- theless, you realize that hard work and cooperation are necessary to keep Adams cheerleaders a squad of which you are proud to be a member. MARGARET BRYANT

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MUSIC IS one of the oldest arts known to man. It has come down through the ages, being made more beautiful and inspiring with each passing generation. Great masters have given it beauty, tone. harmony. pathos. fire and solemnity. Such a master was Richard Strauss whose life story, you shall now read. He never had any long hair and his clothes never looked as if they had been walked on. on the contrary, he was trim and neat. Richard Strauss' father, Franz Strauss. was a horn-player. He mar- ried a famous brewer's daughter, and on Iune 11. 1864. Richard was born. Franz Strauss had a strong dislike for all Wagnerian Music. It was so new and daring that Wagner became known as Richard the First. Rich- ard Strauss. though he inherited his father's hate for Wagner's music, lat- er changed and grew to love it. He did so much for Wagnerian Music. and followed so many of his'ideas that he was later nicknamed Richard the Second. I-ls Richard grew up, his whole en- vironment was music. He was taught by his mother to play piano. and at the age of five he had regular les- sons from a professional teacher. The next year he went to school and start- ed to play the violin. He began to compose at the early age of eleven and was taking lessons on the technique of composition. several years later. He flattered his father by writing a Hom Concerto which was so difficult that his father practiced it only at home. He also composed a Serenade, written in his early teens. which was so enthusiastically received by Biilon. that the conductor invited him to write Pit 'n Podium JOAN SCANLON a suite and to become his assistant conductor. He was also to lead the orchestra when he played his new works. It was from that time on that Rich- and Strauss soared to fame and glory. Before he was twenty. he had com- posed over one hundred works. While visiting in a summer resort. he met a singer named Pauline de Ahno. Strauss coached her and she sang in an opera under his direction. Several years later they were married. Strauss' music will never die. for such works as Der Rosenkavalier and Till Eulenspiege1 have been scratched on the stone of immortality. and will be remembered by music lov- ers throughout the world. gf! 2 ff e X I f ff I gyffx' ' 'YM 3246? xX'C lt, X. , Nlftx' I I W If Illustration by Alma Kelly 19

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I HAD just finished putting some new magazines in the rack when I heard a child's voice. Hello. I turned to see a small boy with a mass of blonde ringlets and a broad smile standing in back of me. Hello, I answered won- dering where his parents or compan- ions were. Watcha doin'? . he said curiously staring at the books in the rack behind me. Fixing the magazines. Want one to look at? , I said. He smiled and then became serious as he said, Yes, Tom Mix, please. Did you find my mommy? She got lost. I went to see the big planes and Mommy got lost. Did you see her? No, I didn't, Curly, but if you want I'll try to help you find her, I said, pic- turing in my mind some w-orried moth- er rushing around looking for her little lost darling. Where was the last place you saw your mother before she was er . . . lost? Do you want to take a walk and we will have a soda, after I see a man who might be able to find your mom? What's your name, Curly? , I said. not letting the little dear know that he was the one who was lost. Thomas A. Carter, Ir., he said in a very sing-song voice, and in the same breath said, I bet you listen to the Lone Ranger and 1et's take a walk and I want a chocolate soda. Can I go in a big plane after I find my Mommy? Taking Thomas A. Carter, Ir's. right hand, the other was clutching a comic book and cr lolly-pop he had spied on the counter, I steered our course to- ward the lost and found office. On the way Thomas or Curly, as it was now agreed I would call him, had con- sumed two sodas and looked very happy although his mommy had gotten lost. As we neared the' lost and 'found office, I saw a trim tailored woman who was frantically questioning the clerk as to the where-abouts of her little boy. When Curly spotted his mommy, he said to me, Look, there's mommy, I found her, and broke away, leaving clasped in my hand a rather sticky lolly-pop. LOST . . . ONE MOTHER BARBARA CAMPBELL He ran up to the woman and started to try and say everything at once. Mommy you were lost. The magazine lady gave me Tom Mix and candy and soda and I found you! Hurry up. I want to go on the big plane. He turned to me and said, Good-bye lady, thank you for helping me to find my mommy. He started to pull at his mother's jacket. The woman threw me a glance that said, Thank you so much for watch- ing him, as she hurried out to the plane with Curly. I went back to put some newspapers on the stand and I felt pretty good as I heard the plane flying over-head. Curly finally got his ride. 21