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

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Q' ' iff I -gf 9!illlf'?7!'f ti I final 1. 1 f a ffmiltt J' I kil- THE NIGHT was dark and dreary even though it was only 7 p,m. I hurried along the dark alleys with a quick pace. I had anticipated seeing that movie for a long time, But now I wished I hadn't gone alone. The picture, a blood-curdling mystery, sent shivers up my spine. Afraid to go home, I began to converse with myself. Why am I walking so fast? There's no danger. Look at me, a sixteen-year-old scared of the dark, Relax-take it easy. My steps sound so loud on the cold, hard cement. Theres no one out here but me. The echoes of my walking feet are going simultaneously with the whistling wind. I glanced around and noticed a dark, criminal-like figure luring in the background. I quickened my pace. The strangers steps matched mine. Oh-h. Please. Someone help me! I-I hope he's not following me! The strong wind brushed by and I pulled my coat closer around my body. I continued reassuring myself that the stranger was just going in my direction. Suddenly, the deathly silence was broken. Behind me I heard run' ning steps, I became panicky and started to run. A hand on my shoulder halted my movements. I slowly turned around and be- held the stranger. It was . . . yes! I promptly broke into uncontrollable laughter. After calming myself, I exclaimed, Oh, Father! It's only you! Who were you expecting? Rock Hud- son, maybe? SALLY MEG LEANINGS THE DAY was cheerless and dismal, and as I pushed my way through the great masses of bodies, fenced in on both sides by colos- sal steel rails, my mind began to wander .... I could remember how I had fought those same crowds all day. It was a never-ending battle. Would all of this pushing and shov- ing ever cease? Would I ever see my be- loved friends again??? just then, however, someone stepped on my toe and quite quickly brought me back to reality Qcause she must have weighed at least fourteen hundred pounds!!!j Ouch!! It was during these events that I began to think of how hungry I really was. All of these thoughts ran through my mind as I waited, watching, this ever- mounting crowd, The noise was almost ur.- bearable. Everywhere I turned there was shouting and screaming. The hungry faces beamed at me from every angle. Then, just as suddenly as it had started, the noise stopped. Everyone around me sud- denly seemed to stop talking. Could it be? Ah, yes, now I too understood. Our des- tination was nearing, and sensing this, the tenseness began to mount .... I could see the guard now . . . could it be??? Yes, he was motioning for me to step forward into the cage. So I carefully walked through and began the simply delightful task of ordering an ADAMS SPECIAL!!! EDITH STOLLER

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HOW WOULD you like to be a door- knob? Oh, the humiliation of it all! Why your head is turned, squeezed, and banged into at least one thousand times a day. Youre plagued by childrens sticky hands and dogs trying to turn your head with their eye teeth. But then, you're earessed by the lovely soft hands of women. I have separated door-knobs into three classifications. They are: 1. The hoity-toity door-knob. This door-knob habitates the abodes of the aris- toeraey. One of the typieal eharaeteristits is the definite sheen and gloss whieh eap- tivates all would-be turners. The Hhoity- toity door-knob refuses to be turned by just anyone, Oh heaven forbid. nol Only cultured and noble people are permitted to approaeh Hhoity-toity '. ask permission. and then. and only then. turn his noble, glossy. aristoeratie head. So muth for hoitv-toitv '. tNo offense intended. of eoursei 1 2. The middle-tlass' door-knob, Alas and alaek, middle-class is the poor un- fortunate whose head is turned by dogs and Children. But aetually. I think he enjoys it some of the time, Naturally. he doesnt have all the polish and gloss that Hhoity- toityi' has. but middle-tlass' is very fine in his own right, He is usually found in working peoples homes and is tomposed sturdily of brass. Vifhyg middle-elass is sueh a faithful worker that he only has to be oiled onee a yearf No tomplaints are heard from his keyhole. No sirf Mother is very kind to him too. She polishes his head onee a week with Noxon. Now on to the third eategory. 3. And here we tome to the last, but to me, the most courageous, stalwart, and stouthearted door-knob this side of the Rockies. This is the one, the only, Hsthool- room door-knob. There is nothing pre- tentious or glossy about Hschooly ', CI tall him that for shorty In fact, when you come to think of it, sehooIy is stark ugly. Ah, but he's a good sort. Why, without sehooly , we wouldnt be able to go to interesting, lively, seintillating, sehool les- sons. 'lust think of missing all that. Hor- rible, isn't it? XX'ell, that's the last. I hope you now have a better understanding of door-knobs and will treat them with due respett. Heaven knows they deserve it. ,IUDITH ADESSA I SLOWLY tlimbed the massive alabaster steps. Onee mastering this, I reathed the tolonnade whith zoomed about nine hundred feet above me. I paused and then awingly inehed my way into the told, spaeious room. The room was divided into three ehambers: a tentral thamber and two end ones. The end enelosures were empty save for the two murals above the group of inset words. My eyes rested on the lonely male figure seated on the platform in the middle of the eentral thamber, His head was slightly bowedi his fate showed many years of fatigue and vvorryg his hands were resting on the arms of the thair---one hand tlutehed tensely. the other reposing eyuietlyg his legs were slightly trossed in a relaxed manner, I absorbed every inth of him, his long toat. the Cape draped tarelessly over the batk of the ehair, the vvorn boots. He was alone and vvas si- lentr yet, his thoughts and words vv ere etho- ing from the verbal vvalls, I glanted above the hgure and read aloud in a whispered voite these solemn words: ln this temple, as in the hearts of the people for whom he saved the Union, the memory of Abraham Lintoln is enshrined forever. ESTA-ANN HALBREICH 1 lab? I 4 , X .AY Y ii? r K IH 1 .il-.Y K .93 g -O il Fl ' YE - Q fi I v i ' ' -:ii i , .. A 'ir D-.H-El i , 1-:TT-sr--1, gill ' IW , , 17 n v jlfgl , ' , a . f e-- ri A' 2 . y , , V -, LM, - F -' ' Fr ' X- - ,. -K . Off ll