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

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ngiarrlufsf ON BOTH sides of the very narrow country road. huge. bright green trees were growing. Their branches en- twined at the top. forming an archway over the road. It was like the archway in a church. Through the openings of the embracing branches golden stair- cases from the earth to heaven were formed by the sun's rays. The birds added the final note by singing their hymns. The scene was beautiful but under the circumstances we didn't whole-heartedly appreciate it. for we had run out of gas and it was a one mile hike to the gas station. CLAIRE SEBURGER I LOOKED out of the window and saw a riot of colors: reds. greens. blues. yel- lows: every color was there. Never had I seen such bright shades. The sun only increased their brilliance. Of course. I knew the reason for their ra- diance. for hadn't I washed the clothes on the line myself? PEARL SCHNECK A TREE is one of nature's most beautiful creations. In summer its branches and leaves provide protec- tion for nature's children. In winter. its snow-covered. tentacle-like limbs paint a vivid picture on nature's can- vas. A tree also serves practical pur- 20 x il . if 5 f --5 s 7 it 'il ali J ' tp , Gi 1 E ' 'fx lf f Q J eil - , Z X r' vs. ' fi g ff QL ,QB ,E -' E, V, if ha s . ,1- 'x 5' .4 l' Q' 4 M sig ' ,W i g A :Q f-:gs ggr s .-g ii gfil gi. , W- -1.5151 f f' s 2. '-wx. x 1.1: 2 ' ,A i e was? site Q .fit 3 .1-513. 'uit 3 .zezasff 4122 'FTS' . .lf poses. When cut into lumber it pro- vides a home for men of all colors and creeds. Set firmly in its founda- tion, it remains a silhouette against the picturesque sky until its master. God. wishes to dispose of it. IUNE IORDEN IT WAS usually my habit. on hot sultry days like this. to sit in the huge apple tree at the back of our vast orchard and witness lazily the amazing won- ders of nature surrounding me. The

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You bought an item for fifteen cents, gave me a quarter. and I gave you back ten cents-fifteen and ten are twenty-tive, Right? She still didn't seem to understand. Our quarreling went on for a few minutes before I finally narrowed my thoughts down to three things. This woman was either blind, unable to count, or just plain crazy. I soon found that I was wrong on all three guesses. for she fumbled in her pocket, and finally came up with a hearing aid. Having adjusted it, she then began, Now, what were you saying? My next customer asked me lor large candles and candle sticks. I sent her to the proper counter and forgot about the incident until a few minutes later, when she reappeared. She picked up a box ol birthday candles, and looking very disgusted said, Miss, they're right here. You don't even know what's on your own coun- ter. I'm sorry, Madam. I misunder- stood you. I was under the impres- sion that you were looking for large candles. I knew very well she had asked me for large ones, but I thought she would feel better if I took the blame. She did not accept my apolo- gy, though, and sarcastically re- marked, How do you expect me to put those big candles on a birthday cake? How was I supposed to know they were for a birthday cake? I asked. Hearing this, she threw down the box and marched to the other side of the counter. I watched her curi- ously, but soon my curiosity turned into wide-eyed amazement. She had upset everything on the counter by running her hands over it, and to add the final touch, she turned over a pile of paper plates. Having done this, she marched out of the store. I know one thing for certain, though, my biggest accomplishment from working in the five and ten cent store is that now I have become an expert counter girl. Customers do strange things sometimes, but I simply hold my temper, and slowly count to ten. But who is to know what happens when I reach eleven? x 'Z:i7ff:y':egQ:'. - 7 , --n.-.gi--va 'A-:mmm af- , ' g5Ti'4?? '--4 -H555 5, x' 'Lfl:':L.r':iLl5ll!'l,lw!1i . mf-f f 4--- 11' -.,- ,. S' 'ff ' .' , .' 'li 511'-F' fl .-- f 3i 'v5q1,' .r ..g-4 ,. -y N,-4' U' 'Eg' ,nf v .. u f P aft, ' 1'. .Y ' '.-'Mi r' -'-'iv - ,. .y ,. , ,- A ,L'-'ft ., 3-i.: 1 . 'f Q ' yiifi, ' -41-35,-gl, : A , 2, if ,iiffayef .craft-E -' -1.5 -.1 ,:' '-2, gf., . .Q-'szf' I 'f- fb 'wx 'Q .- wi? 5 .2 -. 4112- E.: E, :H , 'th-' wi lab ge. 11- ,- L,.n,,,yt .AM . V4 vc.. .. L -ij? fff -S? 3 .,....1-1,-1-Jig? , '-22531 '- A S4 1 , .ia-I N I Q A -,F .h F, K. lf' . lil:-415.' .v ', Aff- A lib.. T ' if-4 J . .Zi'Il-- ' ' 5 '-', fx: V ' 1 42: wx, lv' Wifi can 'lik It XI.: ..Q-N135-' wiv. 1 'V I -ef .fm . t' . 4. 'J l. V .f -:f91 .s, ' .'..,'f'5?b!'3:-Al'-'N .-vfifz-'wwf-ri-.7 55' ' J' Z '- : - K 23' ' - , .. . 'T :- 1. 5? - 5 ' .- - i 's 2 Fw' ' ' f fl' ,.3 ,: .' - .,...-T xr.-V 1: 0 Q A ,' ,. ,r :ffl I 1, -gt., ,V 9 g 5 Q I- f : s' 523 52 51152 5 tl,-.U -' 2:25 ,QP H f 1. .wilwir bt-,N 4- - ig ' 25' . T 3-..,.., fi g. ':. , 1' , , :-',- 'rf T, 5 I 1- ,kg - v 1 4 - wi I P fd -t r 5 A ' Xi 4 'K A , 1 .r K . f 4 3 I 1 ff J' M B , f x gi .1 ,. , r k , .9 FE ., .. . ., . 5 . g, , , my 'Q R' fl Q JM- Q 2 r M ' , ' t' . 91 x ' X 4 I.. A 3 :sf fb -- 1.1, ' .W M1 . fl f. I Hs- - 1 1' ,J ' ,fi ' 1' 'e -E . T f -'fl f li 1 ' -::f'.'?': ' Ze ' L' Lu a Ea' Ji? 'ff g. , d ri 4,1 Y 'Q , , 4 f 1 -r,, f, . , ' 5 .5 .. 1 A, w ' , 2 4 y, 1 s-s K ,fi g . 1 3 ,f .r ' S . 4: -s f f l A' t i' 1 f S a , ,. X i i I . to f -i l nf ' 5 'f 1- 2. , H -' I ,Z . R- ' , er 1 . . -4 ,L y 3 . 1 - R , J -Q il It X xl W 'r X -4 J' E ,i 1 ,J . 1453. 1,4 ., ' . , '-.', :H I ., 1-' .- 1, .-- '. -s . - .u--' f 1' . 1.--4-, - -, A , ,V 4' . 3 'Q' 'fr I 'Z ' , -4, '- 5- I . E5 -. Q.-5-. .. M. , ' 1- -r , , , - 4: - va, , - , J - Hr--K . . -. ,. - . .A . - :. 'I ur- ' '-- X, r' L :. I, Y - .L Q 1 , - -Z' . .. . , J 1: 1 ' V I ' 4 -I ' f 2 .fre in I it QE- X Thi :im g -.MJVGUS V' c X-. LZ. xl, A 6-gl il.-Q ' ' - au My f . 1- ' - 5' Yr., 121. S: U gy In Q - ' V j. 1-, .f . .- -:if fs . Tr. , 1 Lf'-' .' '-5 ' ' ,111- ..' f ' .P 1, yi ' gg. ' . if we -. fi 3. I E- -fm 1 5' I . i Pl g .'- .Z . T1 1 .. . -. Pf' 2 la ' ' ' mv :ig - ffl A v' Q, ' , Q H ' . 5 . - .ff-. J f '-Q S ' , . '- w x . 11' 'I' it . fi :' - Q15 H ,, - . - 5 :' - ti ' 'M ft ' ' ' L- -' :fi 1 ' , '- . ' - . 4 , - f-' ' ' 1 . ' if ff- , .ga-'L-. Lrgd' 1- I, --H .L 1 .- JJ..-pgsi, 1.--.J ri: 1 ..g-ss-:rf asm 'ng --- . - H -. - .. . - '-,y a4ww4. 19

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hazy mountains in the distance formed an imaginary fence, making an island paradise for my few thoughts. These mountains were a gown of shaded pur- ple with a collar of glistening white sequins that sparkled when the sun's piercing rays touched them. The distant trees stood stately and tall as did the one in which I was sitting. Their lofty branches swayed slowly in the whis- pering breeze that seemed to be calling to them, and, as if drawn by magnets on the sun's rays, these branches did look as if they were answering the call of some hidden voice. hidden in the mysteries of the skies. My thoughts at this time were usually shattered by the buzzing of a bee mak- ing ready to perch on some sleeping victim, or the ringing bark of a tired dog calling for his master who was lazily sifting the hay in the loft of the barn. Then, as if by magic, all became still again and I returned to my enchanted paradise once more. Looking up into the sky. my main interest was the clouds: not ordinary clouds such as we know, but living clouds. They floated slowly over the velvet blue of the skies, forming different shapes as th-ey stayed on their perpetual courses. They were floating like the whitecaps on a sea. floating like snowflakes to some un- known fate and floating like pieces in a puzzle. Then suddenly everything was gone, as the crimson gold sun lost itself at the horizon, and at last the dia- mond-like stars dominated the heavens. CLAIRE SPELLER I AM a lonely windswept hill some- where in Korea. Centuries long gone by have seen me standing here, peace- ful and serene. But now my verdant plains are wet with blood that men who fought for freedom have spilled in th-eir wake of death and destruction. Still the echo of the sound of tramping feet and the bursting of shells rings clear in my hollows. The cry of the wounded soldiers still sighs through my canyons like the cry of an infant who longs for his mother's protecting arms. No longer are my fields fresh with flowers. Now they are laden with rows of white crosses which hallow my grounds. The ones who lived through the torrent of terror which swept clean my plains will never forget me. I justly deserve my name. I am Heartbreak Ridge. ROBERT MCCARTHY 21