New Utrecht High School - Comet Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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Gb 2 QZUIIIBI to do but mark the flight of time, his imagination had tormented his time into a series of crucifixions. The next ten minutes would decide his future. If ever dcjection and defeat had stamped themselves upon the f21C8 Of 3 man, it was palpably so in the ease of Mr. Blair, his General M?l112lQQ913 Who was sitting there as he entered. His slumped-up-position, head in hangs' be- spoke object misery and gloom. Upon Nevins' entrance, he looked up frighten ed like a timid sheep. He made a poo-r attempt at moistening his dried l1pS, swallowed, and began timorously. HMr. Nevins, 'i he stuttered, 'Tm afraid I have some bad news for YOU-N He looked up to see how the remark had gone home and continued Wllilfi he critically studied the ground. 'tThe paper has failed to get out. This simple confession made hope thunder in Nevins' ears. Blair couldn't believe the testimony of his eyes when he looked up and saw his chief smiling. Somewhat buoyed up at his good humor. Blair continued and found assurance and relief in garrulity. It all started with a ghastly error by Will Barron. You know, Judge Thompson's wife is dead and in Barron's eulogy of her he wrote, of the town. Of course Hchastityw was a misprint for charity , but we didnit find that out until we had a flock of woman storming the office and threatening to wreck the place if we wouldnlt rectify the error. Emotional stress and repression for the last twenty-four hours showed their violence. Nevens broke into a hoarse, diabolical shout of glee. Blair, how- ever, incredulously passed his hands over his eyes. He continued frantically: t'VVe had to collect every copy we could, but Barron refused to admit de- feat. He printed a question mark in parentheses after the work chastity and sent the papers out again. A half hour later Judge Thompson burst into the office. His manner was in contradiction to his clothes. Dressed in somber mournin, he brandished his cane about his head and broke into a torrential flood of abuse. Every sentence was emphasized with the staccato swinging of his cane. He shouted that unless every copy of the paper was collected and destroyed, the Sentinel would have a libel suit on its hands. But it was too late. About half of the papers had been sold already. The veins stood out dangerously on Blair's red face. Beads of perspcra- tion hung undecidely on his forehead and then coursed down to meet their brethren. Nevins had become quite calm, insanely so to Blair. The quiet that ensued made each aware of the familiar noises of the street outside. Blair was serenely and slowly inhaling each puff. And where is Barron? 'tBy this time he should be in Kalamazoolv The editor nodded knowingly. By the way, Blair, from now on you will assume the position of As- sociate Editor. Eleven

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By Arthur M. Sammeth scoorvr iviccool. i , . . - H VEN after he was made an ensign, the enlisted men called lnm t'G00fy- in XZ 1 ' A x ' ' T 7 Y Y ,I No not to his face as they used to but whenever anyone spoke of Goofy , there was no doubt as to who was meant. Why, even after they forgot why, the same old name went on: Goofy McCool. Of course, no one knew his 1'irst name. If you were to ask, say, Sparks Dorgan, or Terry Tracy about him tthey were on the pig-boat when it liappenedj, they ld probably say, Who? 'Goofy,?-yeah, he's all right now, but I wisht ya could've seen him about four years ago. Man !-when that boy'd get excited, he'd throw anything, and everything. Supposein' he'd be standin' near a stanchion, and' get sore, he'd lift that stanehion out'n the deck with his bare hands and heave it, he was that mad! No wonder they called him goofy, Lnuts'! know what I mean? Say, listen, they'd say, if they saw that you were interested, 'tSay, listen. D'jever hear of the Snooty Rose? No-well, she was a pig-boat. What is it ?-a diver, a sub, you know, a submarine, naw-that wasn't her real name. Down in the register they called her F-14, but we called her the Snooty Rose, on account she was so sharp pointed, her nose. Naw, now we ain't got her no more. They went and sold her to some private company. Anyhow, me'n Goofy was on that boat together. Boy, ya' should ha' seen 'im then. Big husky guy tnot that he ain't big ,ii husky nowy, with fiaminl red hair, an' blue eyes. Not the kind of fairy eyes, but them light kind o' eyes, you know, he'd look atcha, and ya'd get a shiver down yer back. An' he had a pug nose, and a pretty wide mouth. But when he got sore, which was not very often, him bein' good natured, his lips would tighten up until they was nuthin, but a little cut in his face, and his blue eyes would get lighter and lighter blue ani heid squint until ya'd think he couldn't see. An' ya' should ha' seen his face. Man! It'd get so red that he looked like he was bleedin'! An' heres how he got his name-ya' know, Goofy, Vile were on shore leave, mein Goofy, him and I bein' good friends then, an, I steps up to my sister's house, and leaves him for a minute. Well, I just get back in time to find Lieutenant Driscoll untanglin' Goofy from two policemen who thought they could kid him about his red hair an' git away wit it. Wlhen the two cops finally limp away, Driscoll marches us back to the ship, cuts off the rest of our shore leave, and puts us ta' work shinin' brass down in the engine room. Anyhow, we was shinin' it until Goofy starts talkin' to himself, gettin' mad at the way he'd been treated. Thirteen