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

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im jufare MONICA SCIMECA BETTY SAT in the car and thought about what had just happened. She had finally told Louise what she thought of her, how she had felt for such a long time. It had been pent up inside her until she thought she would scream. Now she had told her every- thing. but had it done any good? She could still see Louise laughing at the way she had rattled off things that were long forgotten: that is. forgotten to everyone but Betty. She started to put the key in the ignition and stopped. What was bothering her now? She had said everything she wanted to say. Yet she felt as if something was left un- finished. She put the key back into her bag and got out of the car. When she got to the house. Louise was on the phone. Probably talking to Frank. Betty thought. She was just about to open the door. when part of the conversation caught her attention. Louise was telling Frank everything and she was laughing as if it were a big joke. Betty felt her anger build up again. She couldn't stand that mean. hysterical laugh. Before Betty opened the door, she stopped just long 32 enough to think of what she was going to do. The plan formed in her mind as she slammed the door behind her and a mean smile flashed across her face. Louise turned around and said. What. back again? I thought you'd said everything you wanted to. Not that it bothered me. you understand. Betty didn't bother to answer her, she just advanced slowly into the room. She stopped by th-e fireplace and picked up the beautiful. hand-carved clock which Frank had given Louise for an anni- versary gift. B-etty thought to herself, It could have been mine. With a steady hand she flung it across the room and heard' it crash as Louise screamed. She smiled to herself. She was going to get even. slowly but surely. She picked up an andiron and with one swift movement was across the room. beating Louise to death. The past was flashing before her as she got her revenge. All the years of pain and anger were being wiped away in these few minutes. When she was convinced that Louise was dead. she sat down in the nearest chair and stared into space. Suddenly everything was all right again and all her anger was gone. Betty realized that everything would have been so much easier if Louise hadn't stepped into her life. A few days later Betty found herself telling the story to Frank and she wondered why he didn't understand. why he didn't see that now they could be happy together. After Frank went storming out the door. Betty got up from her chair and stared dejectedly out of the barred window into space. into the future.

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But all during the time he had been walking from room to room, the shouts of his buddies all around him. he'd had the feeling that he was an intruder. It was obvious that the owners had left hurriedly, for the furniture had not been covered and not all the clothes had been removed from the huge cedar closets that lined the walls of the bed- rooms. He didn't mind breaking into an old deserted house, but one so recently lived in made a difference. He glanced into one of the bedrooms again and saw that the two wagon drivers, late- comers to the search, were pulling sev- eral dresses from one of the closets, turning them over roughly in their hands. The gowns were beautiful- flowing silks. stiff organdies. rustling taffetas-and were probably l-eft be- hind because of their obvious imprac- ticality. Suddenly. acting upon impulse, Steve ran forward and grabbed one of the men by his lapels. yelling, Let that stuff alone. It wasn't meant for the likes of you to handle! Sputtering madly, the soldier did so. However, his friend was not to be put down so easily. Well, well. Now who do you think you're giving orders to? As far as I can see. you're wearing a private's stripe. So get about your business. And if you don't know how. I'll be forced to show you. His partner now stood beside him, glaring and daring Steve to fight. Realizing the futility of the situation. Steve tumed and left the room. He brushed past his friend Ed, ran down the stairs. and went out to the edge of the veranda where he stopped and leaned against the stout column. The rain was coming down steadily and darkness had come. He knew that he was mad but at what he wasn't sure. It wasn't iust at the man inside. It was something more. The time passed and still he stood there. Slowly the realiza- ttion came upon him. Everything was so senseless in this war. They had no right to be here in a stranger's house. tearing and destroying at will. They were ransacking a house that could well have been his own had the cir- cumstances been reversed. Had any- one that privilege? All right, this was war, but there was still human dignity to be considered. All the shattered homes, broken families, the useless waste of life-brother killing brother in the biting smoke of battle. What was it getting anyone. how could it possibly solve the problem that faced the nation? Gradually his anger cooled. but the convictions that had come upon him were fired by the turmoil of his mind. His friend Ed was beside him, talking to him and laughing in his character- istically care-free way. He remarked that it was about time for those clouds to blow away and take their rain with them, but Steve wasn't really listening. His answers came seemingly without his command. The night was spent in fitful sleep. When finally the dawn came, the party set about preparing to leave. Each man had something either stuffed inside his jacket or rolled in his saddle pack. Steve looked with enmity at the men with whom the day before he had been proud to ride. He hung back for a moment after the group was mounted to take a final look at the place. When at last he tumed and galloped down the road. he knew that for him this war was over, his ioy at the thought of battle gone. But how long would it be before the rest of the nation came to feel as he? 31

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enior miie maLer6 YVUNNE BUGDONIS THE ORCHESTRA is an important part of our school, yet it is often taken for granted. I would like to acquaint you with a few of the senior members of the orchestra. First on the list is Ioyce McKinley, our pianist. Ioyce is an Arista mem- ber, likes dancing, all kinds of music, especially the mambo. Persons with taking ways and temperamental teachers annoy her to no end. French is her favorite subject and Miss Iones her favorite teacher. Ioyce always has a big smile for everyone and after graduation intends to go to N.Y.U. and study to become a doctor. Maybe you can remember last term when someone played the call in jazz time during the assembly. Let me now introduce the culprit, Eddie Serra. Be- sides playing jazz, he can be heard nearly every day Cwhen he isn't latel playing his favorite song, Tenderly. Eddie also enjoys football and used to belong to a team outside of school. So far as subjects go, he likes shop and band. Ed now spends a lot of time around planes and intends to see the world via the Naval Air Force. For those of you who read Al Spit- zer's column in the press, you might be interested to meet the person re- sponsible for a great many of the fine write-ups Adams receives, Ioseph Bor- singer. Ioe is the representative for our school on the Long Island Press, where he is an assistant reporter. He is fond of all sports but is slightly par- tial toward football, Notre Dame being his favorite team outside of Adams. Ioe is quite versatile and plays the flute. piano. and piccolo. He is a mem- ber of the All-City High School Orches- tra and Band, and he has performed with the orchestra in Camegie Hall. He likes dancing, eating at Iahn's fhe's tried the whole menul, Peter Lorrie and Boris Karloff. His pet peeves are be-bop and eggs. Ioe also has words of praise for Mr. Mascari and Mr. Scar- lata, because, he says, few realize how very hard they work for the school. After Adams, Ioe hopes to enter teach- ers' college, but says he will prob- ably have to serve in the Navy first. One of the quieter members is Mar- garet Rubenacker. Margaret is a vi- olinist, and enjoys dancing, skating, bowling, and singing. She belongs to a German Singing Society outside of school. Margaret is a soccer enthusi- ast and likes to watch the German Hungarians play. The summer before last Margaret took a trip with her fam- ily to Germany, and one of the things she missed most was Kleenex. Paper is so expensive and hard to get. She had to use the handkerchiefs she had been given as a bon voyage gift. When she graduates Margaret will go into the business world. The senior class president, lack Fuchs, is a very fine trumpet player. He is active in quite a few musical activities outside of school, playing in the swing band, a community band at Bayside and in a band every Friday night at the Confratemity of Nativity R. C. Church. During the summer he worked in a law office as a receptionist. lack is also fond of sports and played on a football team outside of school. 33