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

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STICK BACK? Stick back. On and Off? On and off. Switch on? Switch on. Contact! The propellers whirl madly, as the roar of the engine brings the plane to life. Fading down the runway I rubberneck which is air talk for tak- ing a good look around, to make sure there's nothing in your way. As I start my take-off I push the throttle forward till my R.P.M.'s reach 2100. The plane speeds down the runway, while the earth seems to be pushed aside, as the small plane advances. My instructor then opens his eyes, unfolds his hands, lifts his head fit's been bowed prayer! and says Well done. After my first three hours, I was quite a pro, That was, until I pulled out of a dive, to discover I had only five hundred feet to go, before I earned my wings the hard way. That cured me and now I'm known as Cautious Kitty. The first time I went up I thought I'd be scared or sick, but as usual I was wrong. My pilot, Chuck Heissen- buttle, gave me the controls, and a reassuring calmness overtook me. I was in my own private heaven, when I awoke to orders such as Watch that left wing it's too low. Keep the nose level' with the horizon, and Where do you think you're going! On the last query I found myself pressing on the right rudder pedal and making a right turn. All this started when I joined the U.S.A.F. auxiliary, the Civil Air Patrol, which meets at Iarnaica High on Tues- day nights at 7:30 p.m. Here is the largest bunch of air happy boys and girls on Long Island. -5.1 --v 1:1 Y 2?leFi2':2'5'?'f -' Es Q fY'j5??5iEg32i5i- if s- N 5 552 E22 in 2 1, . , ii 2 Ffa. 155 li-is 'iQ'Ei ,gil iff 5 2 5? 5s,Jg: 5123-'Ef.,-2.55.55 5 7 Tu-v ? aw Illustration by Alma Kelly All want to fly and most of the boys end up in the air force, either as pilots or ground crew. Although some of them are disappointed about not being pilots, I always say that the best pilot is no better than his mechanic. Here in Squadron Y we ha the best instructors and o on the Atlantic Coast. My old ideas of flying are all gone and anyone, who has the idea that aviation is pilot, equal white silk scarf and glory should come to me. I'll tell them how it when after cleaning one plane Ed yons, owner and opera- tor of the field, gives you another to -clean, for a little more time in the air. This, lby the way, is the same Col. Lyons who helped organize the Pales- tinian Air Force. I hope to continue my flying and perhaps someday I will be fortunate enough to be among those, who will help to prepare young pilots, for the important part they will have to play, in this nation's future. I CONTACT CAROL SNEDEKER 5

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On The Bridge CARS MOVE slowly along Iamaica Avenue. Huge orange skeletons support- ing walls of grey stone. run north and south. for miles. along Van Wyck Expressway. The Intemational Airport has turned our section of Queens into a maze of detour signs and broken roadbeds. It is the largest and most mod- ern airport in the world. The very name International Airport, is an advertise- ment of its importance. We shall no doubt see it become the mecca of world trade. as well as an assembly hall for thousands of great personalities. It will give iobs to multitudes of men and women here in Queens. The airport will be a testing field for strengthening the bonds of friendship and understanding average American who will work or live around it. and the citiz reign nations. who will pass through its doors. The great expense and even the discomfort that was all a part of this difficult proiect will be repaid as the International Airport brings prosperity and greater public improvements to the people of Queens. ' JACQUELINE EMMERMAN Q- --- i- Illustration by Barbara Heller

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Unchartered Tempest BARBARA CAMPBELL Illustration by Alexander Pruno IT WAS a cool crisp morning as I watched the planes coming into New York's biggest airport, Idlewild. The time was about six-thirty. when I don- ned my leather jacket and prepared myself for what was to be one of the strangest adventures I was ever to en- counter. Burt Wilder. my co-pilot. shouted to me over the roar of the plane's motor from the runway. Hey, Red. stop dreaming of that cozy bed back at the apartment and come a-running be- fore Iezy gets a bad case of enginnitus waiting for you to climb into that seat and start her rolling. I yelled back to Burt to stop worry- ing before he turned gray and quick- ened my pace. As I neared my co- pilot. the worry on his face became apparent to me. Trying to kid Burt into a better mood I began to tease him again. Hi, Handsome! What's causing the worried look in those baby blue eyes. may I ask? Lay off my eyes and take a good look at that mat of carrot-topped grass on your head, which you should ex- cuse the expression call hair? taunt- ed Burt. as he quickly became serious again and told me of our passenger. who turned out to be a number one candidate for the most nervous man on the Eastern Seaboard. When I climbed into the plane after Burt. I immediately became aware of 6 Ronald R. Cathemey. He instantly be- gan shouting at me. Knowing the temper that I had in- herited along with my red hair, Burt shoved me toward the cockpit and answered the nervous Ronald. Sorry for the delay. Mr. Cathemey, but Red had some business at the office. As Burt closed the cockpit door I could still hear Catherney grumbling. The runway was clear and we took off immediately. We had just about fin- ished the first half of our flight to Cali- fornia and the weather was perfect for flying. About twelve noon we stopped at Kansas City to gas up. While there. I stopped in to find out how the weath- er was ahead of us. Kane, the mete- orologist. informed me that there were clear skies all the way to Los Angeles: not a storm in view. It would be an easy trip. After staying around the field for about an hour. we again took off. We had been flying a few hours. when Iezy's engine started sputtering. I yelled to Burt, who was resting in the back to come up front. When he reached me he said, Don't look now Red, but is seems as if we have some ice on the wings. Man. I've never seen the weather change so fast. When was the last time you checked in for a weather report? , he asked me while he clasped on his headphones. About twenty minutes ago, I said as I turned on the speaker system which connected me with the passen- gers seats. Cathemey hook on your chute and lock your safety belt. Also . . . Listen here I.anders. came Cath- erney's voice interrupting me, what's the matter with this plane? If anything happens to me my company will sue you for every penny you have and furthermore . . .