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

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Ol'l'leO an age! There were two lovers long ago Whose love was quite taboo For the maiden was a Cap-ulet And the lad a Montague Their families had fought for years, Which made it all quite plain Tho' Romeo loved Juliet, Their love was all in vain. So, secretly these two were 'wed And ere a little while, Misfortune came, and Romeo Was put into exile. Juliet then had a plan So with Romeo she'd be, But it failed and her love had died, So quickly followed she. But all's not sad for them, As they enter another life, For side by side they'll always be Forever, Man and Wife. RITA BARSKY ,cg ul: J 35 Fl JH 4 1, .1 .- 'L l 'J l IA pl All -. f 1. - x Y H 1 X, i 'll R , 1 -l ,xi A tx, iw NEI 2 1 ' X I 'S - si 1 ,lf , ,ff fi asv ' as ' Agra 3 , ' gag e 'f 1-:ff .Q Liu D I7 ,M if mf , 12? tri ll' if M R W ff xii . ' 1 X tia l ff' 'fix ' 5 fly, PQQZ- i yiaf xi -s My if E '-1. -ij' 1' 4,1 gxwm ly- . X Jil . Sf if 15 ' :gEi,i?Pb5' Q niiz' 1 F fajizfi f ' ' '

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.fdcluenfure in fke ofanc! 7 of ga fin MAXINE WECHSELMAN UP UNTIL yesterday I always looked upon talking as an art, but now it seems it can also be a crime. I commit- ted this terrible crime when I was talk- ing in the lunchroom during the silence period. So this is my fate. a three hun- dred word composition on talking. I'm not trying to deny the fact that I was talking out of turn, so I guess I'd better pay the penalty. Well to begin. I'll frankly state that I'm mighty sorry I did talk then because it must have been wrong for one reason or another. I hope it was a good reason. for I would certainly dislike writing this composition in vain. Howev-er, since I am writing this composition and it is very hard for me to think of something interesting to say in three hundred words. I think I'll tell you my story. I don't think it will inter- est you, Mr. Kelly, but it may use up some words and that will help me a great deal. so here goes. Once upon a time there was a sweet. innocent little Iunior sitting peacefully at her lunch table, leisurely eating her lunch and chatting with her friends. After the allott-ed time for lunch was due to come to an end, this happy. contented. carefree Iunior and her com- rades heard the sweet. gentle voice of their favorite teacher. Mr. fkindheartedl Kelly. come over the public address system. I-Ie announced sweetly that at this time there would be no more talk- 28 ing allowed in the lunchroom until the end of the period. These girls entered this state of silence with all good in- tentions of carrying out their minds to disobey the command of such a docile man as that teacher. As time passed. each girl was tending to her own affairs and not speaking to anyone of the girls seated around her. This con- dition persisted for quite a long while until suddenly this sweet little Iunior thought of something she -considered to be a very important matter. She would only be able to get the solution at that very moment because she would not see her friend till the next day. By that time it would be too late to solve. So knowing she was doing wrong, she cast aside the warnings of her conscience and blindly. before changing her mind. she quickly whis- pered the question to her helpful girl- friend. Then she glanced around the lunchroom to see if any one had dis- covered her crime. Sure enough. there pointing at her in a very incriminating way, was the finger of a familiar, but unkind face of a teacher. The finger beckoned and the girl cowardly ad- vanced toward it. awaiting her fate. She believed the teacher would treat her harshly. perhaps even make her sweep the floor. No, no, anything but that. Not, the cage. but her pleading was useless. Slowly she advanced to- ward the cage. hearing the insinuating and sarcastic remarks as she went. So now it is done and this sad and very much happier girl has learned a timely lesson which is ' ' C R I M E DOESN'T PAY.

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gcmaf Mice org . 77 JANET HILD THE WAGONS creaked and groaned their way over the muddy road. The horses sank into the mire, snorting with fear. Their tired riders slouched forward in their saddles, trying to guide them and keep them from losing the path. The flash and sparkle of their blue uni- forms gone with four days' riding, they made a forlom sight as they plodded on through the slowly falling rain. One of the soldiers. a bit younger than the rest. who rode his mount with the easy grace that distinguishes a cavalryman. sat erect in alert curiosity. He leaned forward in the saddle. rising slightly to look over the barren fields and up toward the huge plantation house which was their destination. At last they'd be able to get out of that everlasting rain. For the last day or so. it had been coming down steadily with- out the faintest sign of letting up. The thought of a dry floor and a roof over his head made him spur his mount to a gallop. His eagemess seemed to spread throughout the group. for in- stantly they all gave a shout and sped up the winding road as fast as the mud beneath their horses' hooves would allow. The two wagons were left to struggle for themselves, their drivers cursing the horsemen vehemently. In all, there were fifteen m-en in the group. part of a Union outfit in McClel- 1an's command. Their regiment was en- trenched outside of Yorktown. waiting 30 to see what the Rebels wer-e going to do. They had been sent back up the line to get more supplies. mainly band- ages and medicine that would be needed in the event of a battle. The racing group pulled up shortly in front of the tall white columns of the main veranda. They could see now that the house was deserted. for no light shone through the rain-streaked windows. nor was there any sound from within. The men immediately set at the task of breaking in. Their com- mander made no move to stop them. being as water soaked and saddle weary as they: in fact. he was among the first to enter the house. Close be- hind him came the young soldier. laughing iovially with his friend while they stamped the mud from their boots. Someone found a lantem and soon the dim forms about them became clear. The light flickered for a moment over the young soldier's face. revealing a rugged complexion accentuated by blue eyes and straight black hair that crept down onto his forehead from be- neath his hat. Although he was no longer laughing aloud. an inner laugh- ter that rose from a joyous soul shone out of his eyes. He looked about him in wonderment. He'd never been in the interior of a Southern mansion, had only seen them from afar. He not-ed that the hallway alone was twice the size of his living- room at home. The group split up to take a look around. He and his friend went from room to room. marveling silently at what they saw. Finally. the grandeur of each room prompted him to poke his friend and comment. You know what. Ed? Those Rebels sure know something when it comes to building houses. Why. you could hold a ball in that room over there!