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

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THE LONG JOURNEY THE M1-XCHINES of man grind slowly but they grind exceeding fine. Man depends upon that machine. The machine that opens his can of beans, that machine that makes his car run, the machine that keeps his food cold, and that which prints his books. Man stands proudly with his head high and boasts of his mighty deeds. He boasts to the beasts of the forest from whence he came and shouts to them, Why did not you this? The beasts watch man and his ways. are meeting. Maybe on a a small town, yellow wheat, I cannot say. The great armies Where, I cannot say. lonely hill overlooking on a field of blowing in an autumn forest, Yet men are dying on this day and will travel to their last home. They shall leave theirs behind: their loved ones, their enjoyments, their sorrows, their sleep, their waking up, their eating, their starving, all these things shall be nothing. Their blood shall stop flowing from their heart and they shall rot-in the ground. Rot, not like an apple, for an apple has seed. They shall rot and break up and nothing will come of it. Why! Why! Why! Why does he die and not the other one? Why does anyone die? Roger lladon Why must he go to war? Why must he carry a gun? Why must he walk through dirt and muck? Why must he lose an arm? Why can he not see? Why am I here living when they across the sea are dead? Who is one? Is it they that right? Is it the victorious the mighty one? Or is it believe in God? I notice that both armies claim some sort of affiliation with the Lord. Their gods may be different and very possibly the same yet the ground is drenched red. They love God but hate their fellow man. What hypocracy! Maybe, someday, there will be a great war. A war that will never be written down in the annals of his- tory, for there will be no history. A war that really will end all wars. Oh, mind you, man will fight alter that. He will fight his neighbor with his bare hands, and with his teeth. He will fight not for hate, just for food. He will never strive for any- thing. He will never want anything. Art, sport, music will mean nothing and will be nothing to him. He will retrogress until he will be another wild beasts of the forest. And the beasts shall say, Welcome back. Thirteen

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HORATIWS ODE TO HAMLET 5+-af PM U N X 5 Q . X nw, -J' L. nog f at K 113 Q 'GB' Fourteen Rita Barsky Yes, he was a faithful friend inllefils This noble prinee who passed. With courage high and honor true He had revenge in his own way. I daily watrhed him roam the hills, And in his youthful eyes I'd see Revenge, gleaming through the placid fave Of him, who was so dear to me. Oh, he was but a youth I know, And still in need of parenfs guide, But when he felt his duty called, His boyish fears he put aside. When all the others thought him mad, I know ,twas but a genius part. And even Ophelia, that sweet. fair maid Knew not what aehed her lovers heart. Oh, Hamlet, friend. perhaps I wronged To tell you I had seen the ghost. Or else, with your so gentle ways To snrh a play yon'd not been host. Hut no, I think he had already sensed flume evil svhente some one did boast Ilis mother and her new-wed aide Hull slain the man he honored most. Oh, 1-hildhood friend, I hope at last Yo1t t'e fouml some endless peace within. For 1-onrageously yotfve braved your task And with justire, you have cleansed your sin.