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

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Meet Dr. Maletta ,Ioan Mesco A OUESTTON which is often the topic of much discussion is: Can a career, a marriage, and motherhood combine harmoniously for happy and success- ful living? lline out of ten people say 'no' when asked this question. One of the few people who believe that these three equally important things can be a successful and happy combination is Doctor Rose lflaletta, who is perfectly justified in her beliefs. Here is Doctor Maletta's story: She was born in Ozone Parl: and lived there until about seven years ago when she moved to Richmond Hill. Doctor lflaletta attended our Iohn Ad- ams High School. While a student here she studied Latin, Chemistry, Math, Physics, and Biology, and became Girl Leader of Arista, an honor for anyone. Doctor lllaletta was graduated from Adams in l933, when the school was still in its baby days. Upon graduation, Rose lffaletta reg- istered at Hunter College, with the dream of becoming a doctor bright in her mind. She completed her premedi- cal course in three years and started on the difficult task of finding a medi- cal school where she would be ac- cepted. Women were accepted into medical schools very reluctantly in those days and, after many fruitless attempts, she turned to the European schools. After graduating from the University of lfaples, in Italy, Doctor Ilaletta served her intexcship at the fietopoii- tan Hospital on Welfare Isloicd. She later became resident doctor of om- esiiesiology there. Since that time, Doctor flaietta has been in private prachce as Director of Anesthesiology at St. lohrfs Hospital amd now holds the sffine position at Lutheran Hospital. This brings us up to the present time. 'We now' find Doctor Mal-etta, Whose marriage name is Mrs. V. Conti, a happy Wife and loving mother as Well as a successful doctor. She has two lovely children, a boy and a girl. When l interviewed Dr. lflaletta, the voices of the children, getting ready to go to bed, could be heard coming from the upstairs rooms of her beautiful home. The happiness of hearing her children's cheerful voices was reflected in her vibrant personality but did not effect the efficiency with which she handled the interview. Doctor lflaletta displays, with mother- ly pride and an artist's modesty, two beautifully hand painted portraits of her children. These Were painted by their mother and hang rriajestically in her office. This completely charming and Vi- vacious Woman urges more girls to enter the medical field, not only as nurses but in the honored position of doctor. Doctor Maletta, speaking from ex- perience, strongly believes that career, marriage, and family is a harmonious combination and has worked out ex- tremely Well for her. And so, the young girl who entered Hunter College with a dream in her mind has seen her dream come true. Why not follow her inspiring example? ll

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Senior Pictures Anne Marie Bruno TI-IE GREAT day had finally arrived. The sun was shining, spring was in the air, and I was on my way to the photographers. I was in a bit of a dither because my hair didn't look right, so I was in no hurry to go. How- ever, my companion, Claudia, was quite anxious to get it over with and insisted upon walking fast. It was at this point that I decided we should compromise. So ,... we ran instead. However, we didn't get further than the corner when I found myself fall- ing. Within a few seconds, I was sit- ting in fhe middle of Rockaway Boule- vard anxiously clutching my books, one shoe on my foot, the other about a yard away. KNOW that I think about it, I don't remember how it came off, in fact, I still don't know why or how I felll I-Iearing laughter around me, I de- cided it was time to get up. But, alas, I couldn't, for my ankle had begun to swell. Claudia, being the thoughtful kind that she is, decided she had bet- ter help me up, since the bus driver was getting tired of banging on the horn. With little effort on my part, I was finally pulled to my feet. Upon gazing down, I surveyed the damage: one pair of ruined nylons, one skinned knee, one swollen ankle, and several cut toes. It was then that a girl who had watched the whole incident came over to me with this bit of information You sprained your ankle, didn't you, IO she said in what seemed a gleeful tone to me. Boy, is it swollen! I bet you won't be able to walk for a week, added my comforting spectator. Thanks, I replied in my best sar- castic tone. As we started on our way again, I remarked to Claudia, Well, nothing else can happen now! I had spoken too soon, for within a few moments we were being attacked by little monsters in the form of five and six-year olds. Surnmoning up all our courage, we asked these little brats, oops-l mean children, Don't you know it isn't nice to hit big people? One little fellow answered, Aw, whore you kidding? I let it go at that. About a half-hour later, I found my- self sitting on a piano stool, under bright lights, wearing a tired looking gown and a cap much too big for me. Now let's have a serious pose, said the photographer. Suddenly from behind the curtained partition I heard someone exclaim, f'Well, will you look at her!! That was all I had to hear. I can only add now that it was the most comical serious picture I ever had taken. As I rode home later that afternoon, I was comforted by the thought that it was all over and nothing more could happen. But as before, I counted my chickens before they hatched. One stop before I got off, a large, heavy- set man sitting next to me stood up. However, not before he had stepped on my sore foot. Well, I had better end my tale here. The photographer just called me. You see I'm having my pictures retaken. The first ones didn't 'lcome out.

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Lecld Kindly Light Marilyn Bond TT WAS a beautiful day. The first signs of spring were beginning to appear. Birds flew from tree to tree, searching for twigs with which to build their nests. Little green buds, showing the first signs of life, peeked through the earth's surface, exposing themselves to the warm sun. The huge trees, tired from the long winter, stretched their branches skyward. On this day, when all living things reached forth for re- newed life, death and destruction came to my village. Like a swarm of locusts, they came from the north, destroying all in their path. We tried to defend ourselves but to no avail, for we were unarmed and no match for their machines. Slowly they marched. through the village. l watched their cold, hard, expression- less faces, scanned their drab uniforms and modern Weapons with hate in my heart. What right had these foreigners to be in my country, murdering, burn- ing, plundering? Life after this was just a horrible nightmare that l feared would never end. The soldiers occupied our homes, ate our food, molested our women, and killed scores of people to punish one. Then, one night as I lay in bed, f had a dream, a dream that l had gone to America with my family, and there l had found ali the freedoms that l had iost when the village was taken over. Chl lf only we could escape from the village and flee to unoccupied terri- tory. With this thought l finally feii asleep. 12 The next morning, my good friend, Ludevit Ollarek, notified me that, on the night of Iune seventh, We were go- ing to try to escape. l-le told me his plan, and, though I realized that it was very risky, l toid him that f would be at the meeting place at the appointed time. As the day of the escape ap- proached, tension and fear mounted within me. l knew that anyone in his right mind would not attempt to escape in such a way, for certainly most of us would be killed. But the possibility of survival and the opportunity to breathe free air again surpassed my fear of death. The seventh of Iune finally came, and l nervously made sure that my wife and child were dressed warmly, for it Was a cold, bitter night. There was no moon, and the darkness of the night was in our favor. We took only the clothes that we wore and whatever small valuables we had. Slowly, we edged our way in the shadows to the woods that surrounded the northern half of the town. There, the rest of my friends and companions were waiting. As soon as everyone arrived, we moved into the woods. The tall, dark trees prevented any light from enter- ing, and strange creatures, scurrying back and forth, constantly alarmed us, for there was always the chance that a patrol might be in that vicinity. We marched on for hours, lighting our way with small torches, and, though the noise of the woods startled us, its mo- ments of stillness preyed on our over- wrought nerves. Finally, we came to a clearing, at the far end of which was a body of water and a small freighter. We had gotten word through to the underground of our escape, and Ludevit's brother, from the adjacent province, which the soi-