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

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Campus Capers Mary Murolo SOMEWI-IEBE IN the realms of Iohn Adams has sprung an old tradition of rivalry between the Campus and Clipper staffs. lt was even rumored that there was a chalk dividing line in the Publication's Office. The area in which the typewriters were located was the neutral zone. I would like to clarify these false rumors and give a brief sketch of the Campus Seniors from my viewpoint as a Clipperite. I went to Boom IZU to interview the staff. Someone said, A member of the 'Clipper, ' and I was the center of attention. Muriel Zeiler, the editor, was sitting at one of the desks in the mid- dle of the room, chatting. She invited me in and we began our talk. Muriel reads as a hobby. She likes baseball, the Giants being her favorite team. She collects popular records, es- pecially Xavier Cugat's as she likes Latin American music. Muriel is plan- ning on going to college to prepare for a career in journalism. During her lei- sure time, she loves to write long let- ters to a special soldier in Korea. Muriel introduced me to blond, blue- eyed Ann Conway, who is better known as This, You may have seen her working in Gertz or at Idlewild. The airport and planes fascinate her. She likes swimming, baseball, basket- ball, and hockey, and is active in these sports outside of school. This is a 26 good dancer and likes the peabody and Charleston. Nancy Heiser, known as That, stopped drawing on the board and came over to find out what was going on. She's going steady with Walter johnson who is attending St. Iohn's School of Pharmacy. Muriel in- terrupted at this point and joked, That's why he's going with you, 'cause you're a pill. That joined the laughter and proved that she could take a joke. She likes basketball, and St. Iohn's, of course, is her favorite team. Co-editor Barbara Dumas was the most difficult Campusite to find. I got a clue to her whereabouts and was told she was measuring the stage. We finally met in the hall, and leaning against the wall, I jotted down some notes during the interview. Barbara is going to go to college and wants to make teaching English and music her career. She is a member of the Dawn Patrol under the direction of Mr. Iacobson. It is her duty to arrive at school at 8 a.m., open the side doors, then see that no one enters the building. Barbara loves to hear Mr. Froehlich talk about his alter ego with its chalky-white face. Her hobby is watching kissing gouramies kiss, lgouramies are fishb. You're probably wondering why Barb was measuring the stage with a twelve-inch ruler. It was done to determine the size needed for a backdrop in the Variety Show. I hope that I have acquainted you with the members of the Campus staff, and proved that there is no rivalry between the Campus and Clipper We really think a lot of them and will miss them after we graduate.

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any razors? Got a new shiprnent of sbaing cream, press a button and it s all latherea, how about . . . hey, Steve you forgot your cnangefu David walked out into ite saeet feeling contempt for Lie greedy liitle man who '.'1ouldI.'t let you out of ide store wiiiout a lengthy sales talk. Unfortunately, David was not ite polite type. He refused to listen to iiis idle chatter. He turned to ao back to his amit- nient, but for some reason, some un- seen force compelled hirn to walk in ine opposite direction. He walked west, towoads me Hudson. Between the warehouses there were little inlets of water, not little really, but in corn- Loarison to the rest of the river they looked so tiny, The water was black ana greasy. 'libre oil slick from the lux- ury liners and little tugs clouded out the beauty and mystery of it. Sudden- ly, David realized why he had come here. He laughed at himself, at his subconscious being for even hinting at this answer. But David was afraid. Perhaps someday his will wouldn't be strong enough to overcome this idea. He knew he must accomplish one thing before he would relinquish his right to life. He had to release what was be- hind that black veil in his mind, the words and feelings that tickled his fin- gertips but never poured from his pen. He turned and walked back to his home, He wondered what the people on the street were thinking. He won- dered if they had been made in such a complicated pattern as he. He re- ceived no answer from the giddy senseless movements of these common- ers. David saw a blind man sitting on the pavement. There was a cup in his hand, a beggars cup. He somehow re- minded David of lan, young bitter lan. Bitter, but David was bitter too. He loathed every living thing because -i 4. 1 X. Q52-. f Q. F ' ' 5 Q I T'-ni J ' T1 CT? ' lfgxx o ff. I LX 1 f' 111-'ff' . i ' 1355923 -if . f - -fav-, 1 ffl' .1 ' -2 . ,' ' 'IZ JJV . ' s- f .n -- 1-fe-2-A fp 9 , V A x ,. ,QQ . X ?,-Qflf f . f f- .jo ,I . T--.J -do 1 they could not understand and accept Suddenly, David knew what be must write. The wonderful feeling of released pressure rnade hir: smile. He was happy now. He started to rung he could barely keep from laughing aloud. He ran, not seeing because he jf was blinded by the words he must cap- ture and record before they escaped into the ether, never to be found again. There was a loud sound and David was thrown into a world of blackness, a world where words and emotions swarmed around him clear- ly, so clearly that he understood him- self and all other things. iPaper, he called, l've got to write it down, help me to write it down, l can't lose this. Before him floated a maze of white. There was someone bending over him. He ached all over, he saw many faces: funny, he didn't recognize anyone. The strange faces seemed to merge in- to one, the one bending over him. The lips on the face were saying, He's dead. But l'm not dead, David called, get me paper. l can't lose this. l've got to leave this for you. Please, l know what l have to write now, l can't lose it. But the face leaning over him heard nothing, not a word. David saw the hands that belonged to the face bring a blanket up over him, cov- ering him, his body, his head. He couldn't cry out for no one heard him. The words he had known, now dis- appeared before him and once again David was lost. 25

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Clipper Capers Barbara Dumas fy v-v- 7 Fwfsv- - -. - 1 - . .. alien Silver: we aioogsnea that :nam line dravm in ite combined puiolca- .I f ': V 1 ,, ' ' U cords c-..ce, tmpperrtes :ave oegun to P over ite place, The con- Sihyf-fvv-.-, ,1 4 gestion will loe somewhat relieved 'mis + vw. 9' -- ', -' . 1 ' :..1 .E--..r LC...Q1 35 4.19 SSJEICQ ZCDQUQ f- . , . DEHILCI' KSILEIS :-ZfJ.'.l'.IT+E. As l walk Lito ide ofice durmg me eighia penod, I usually iid Mary llurolo, Co-Editor, polishing up that engagement ing which will oe accom- panied by a wedding :ing soon after graduation. llazy' loves to make thmgs out of shels and l dont ment shells ao: She tells me she can cook. and bale which is surprising to me. l've known he: for twelve years add gromimm school she almost , .. ., I . ,.,. porsonea the coogrng teacher. Wine l az: talking to lloty' l spy ozcother en- emy aow: m the corner of the room, hazzging out me widow, watching the looys play hazzdloall. Yes, just as l iiought, it's the poet-laureate Pl of fohn Adams, Rosie Duggan lt's a good icing that our office is on the ground floor. lrmocently ask Rosie how she feels about learrlng her Campus friends -,well then, CTSZFI her about leaving school and she says lfoanlcs, our sad- dened voices cry, Thanks, loefore we say goodbye. Oh well, l guess shell never get over writing the Words to the Class Song. Rosie has a very defirite plan for the future: work, college and marriage in that order. Over at Mr. Clarkes desl: are ludy Rosenberg and Anne Marie Bruno, dis- cussing their latest dreams. Both of these characters are going to college, Queens for Anne Marie whos . - - . A Men -, , .. - N-, , W- c-..,.,... ,omg .a oe a .ea---e- ..-a .,.-a--se :or pay, our noiea psycnaoggst. Ch, oh here comes loaf, Euros, ite pest inierpreier of d'x.c-es in me avr.. loffie recently' had a :ew loarnp ada- Qd 4- 1-Q, :Nfsf-A l,:f.f...DQ aus -,'m,.+ :,.-,. - .o .--. -a--.., .,a...-,-, c--- . ---. mt, me dfk room for fx interview 'f.d she zigged where the hadlwav zagged. -. s aafg 1 mere! Fortunate-: ,o'r. cr. 'wfrite better thaw. she cox. d'f.ce ox.d sie LS on the lrteraq' st'J:. .., . . 4 . otompmg mto the omce comes a poor .z 4: 1 : ' ' 'cw , - t.f-cnm o- sooral aaaatzzg ry vrearlng rarooed-oi:-suede snoes. Sze slts aovm nv ' f-f-- VCA --',1:,..' '- v. .ma sajs, ump-- ls ,ro- .. 1 - U, -.- ' .- ' noanoea ,ust me Wai tt sounds. You fr.-'lv ln 'C' 1 . qv ' cant miss ntne Audre, She gets v-Y' '- l ' . 7 'T 1 ' .L ev-eussdy all upset of cotrermg tha. -rv ' l- ll sl ' 2 ' soaieooaj stole all the orograp ny Nydcf' 1-.--A? f-ft-1,24 pee, Mun' V - .J t.--tii tion-. i.r..-9 --.ale Oli' :ounces tiat they were sent to the 'fwvlv-4 v- rv?-but rv ww- -rf 1-fvwn 'Olftx f-vfy-1 p-r..-tG-S aaaat. at ..iOt-tl'l ago. -t Sala I-.udrey md joins Rosie whos still at the vflndow. Vie are :ow honored by the ar- rival of me foreign literarv delega- non from Wantagh. Peg and Pm Incorporated stroll Ln and this just aloout does it. Peg took to me scissors agua. Oh well, l guess a crewcut is cool in the summer. Pat is going to New Paltz to be a teacher and Peg is going to St. Catherines School ot Nursing. here comes somebody, ludy you'd better hide the taity. Thats a good place, in Mr. Confojs locker. False alarm, oh well take out the tafty again. 'What you cant? Oh l see: it's stuck inside his coat pocket, well he won't mind, l hope. lt will he mighty quiet around here next term and since l'll be gone myself l think l might even miss these little geniuses. ln all seri- ousness, it's been lun and as a Senior ot the Campus l salute you, Clipperites. You can be proud of a job Well done. 27