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

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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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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 . . .

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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