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

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K 'I Gi Q 41111571 BARBARA MUNCH lt TH E A RD ti t s l 011 DTD WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE was a master of the art of portraying evil. In two plays with which I have become acquainted this term, Shakespeare presents two evil kings. In Macbeth, the intricate pattern of the life of a power-hungry man is studied. In the other, Hamlet, Shakespeare outlines the actions of a young man trying to avenge the death of his father, a murder committed by King Claudius, his fathers brother. Macbeth and Claudius had a lot in common. Each had a lust for power and neither could contain himself in his overpowering desire to be ruler of all he surveyed. Mac- beth was informed by witches that he would become king. Although the thought had entered his mind before, the seed did not begin to grow until then. His wife, whom he loved more than anything or anyone else, greeted the thought with anticipation. She was quite ambitious for her husband, and scorned his cowardice and most important, his love, when he refused to kill the present king, Duncan. With her encouragement, Lady Macbeth produced the desired effect, for Macbeth killed Duncan with his wife's pleading foremost in his mind. Claudius also was driven by love, but his love was not for a wife. He was in love with Gertrude, Queen of Denmark, and mother of Hamlet. Her husband was the brother of Claudius. By killing King Hamlet he could do two things: he could claim the throne in Hamlet's absence, and he could marry Gertrude. So driven by his intense love for Gertrude, as Macbeth was driven by his love for Lady Macbeth, and driven by his desire to be king, Claudius murdered his own brother. Claudius was a great charmer. He was such a flatterer that we today would say that he had been kissing the Blarney Stonefl It was probably because of his sweet words that the lonely Gertrude accepted him. He hoped to use this skill to win Hamlet to his side. This is shown in one of his speeches to Hamlet, 'Tjs sweet and coflzflzefzcftzhle 212 your mztzzre, Hamlet, To give these rzzouwzizzg duties to your futher: Bzzt, you Hill!! hztow, your father lost tl futher. That futher fost, fost his, mm' the sz11'z'iz'o1' hound 111 jffitzf ohfigtztiozz for some term To do ohseqzziozzs so1'1'ozz': ht!! to ,lversezere 111 ohstimzte fozzefofezlfeiit is L1 r'oz11'se Of tlllLl'7f0!l.f 5fllbb07'1?6.l',l'4,' 'tis .7l1lNlz7llf'1' grief: . . Uwe ,Duty you, throw to earth This 1t11,tv1'ez'rzt!i11g woe, mm' think of zzs fls of 11 father: for fel the world ttzhe note. You tire the most ilzflfleditzte Io om' throne, fluff with no fess Jzohiftty of fore Thtm that which czhetzrest futher hears his sou Do I i111,1n11't tozmrei yoztf' I2 , its Z

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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

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Think of what a wonderful diplomat Claudius would have made! How he could have used that talent which he had. But he all but buried it, in favor of power, which in the end was to bring him nothing. Macbeth did not have Claudius' talent for Hattery, but he did have another talent. He was a great general. He was an expert in military strategy. In fact, he was on his way home from one of his great battles when he met the witches who told him that he would be king. Duncan admired him for his ability, and showed his admiration by con- ferring upon him the title of Thane of Cawdor, the title of the man he had just defeated in battle. But Macbeth also wasted his talent. Instead of remaining a great warrior, he turned on a man who trusted him implicitly. Instead of fighting to protect Scotland, he almost destroyed it. With his ability, he could have given the world to Scotland, But he chose instead to give himself to the devil. It may seem that Macbeth and Claudius were entirely evil. But here is another way in which they were somewhat alike. Both of them were bothered by conscience. Mac- beth was conscience-stricken from the time of the murder until his own eternal sleep. In speaking to Lady Macbeth of the night's events, he said: Stiff it cried 'Sfeep 120 moref' to all zhe home: 'Glfzuzif hath 7lZllJ'd6l'.5Zl ffeep, and zherefore Ctzzmloi' Shall sleep 720 more: illtzrheth Jhaff sleep no INDIE.: Little did Macbeth know how true this prediction was. Claudius did not appear to be bothered by his conscience until Hamlet presented his play within a play. As the troup reenacted the murder of Gonzago Ca crime which was committed in the same manner as the murder of King Hamletj, Claudius showed his first signs of remorse and fear. He ran from the room, shrieking, Give me some light. Away! It is quite interesting to note that, however false Macbeth and Claudius were, neither was so false that he could go through the motions of prayer. For both knew that it would be merely lip service and not actual prayer. Macbeth was quite disturbed when he described to Lady Macbeth the murder of the king, One cried 'God hleu ui. and 'Amen' the other, ,jJ,f A5 they had Jeezz me uilh these hafzgfmzfff handy: Listezzizzg their fear, I Cozzfd not my 'Ameazf 'I 'xv P5 When! e' i Ja' 0 err us 'Xfww 19,44 y'GdhZ X Q 5592295 13