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

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tithe Qlumet A the bilge rat? I'll show him, an' he swings the wrench over his head H1141 with a mighty crash brings it downin exactly the same spot where he hit be- fore. IVell, there's a big explosion, and we both get knocked out cool. IVhen I open my eyes, all I can see is the blue sky, an, 1'CII1CI11bCI'l117 where I was last, I think I'm dead, until Driscoll pokes his face into mine. VVell, I get up off the deck where 1,111 layin' and find out that Ilm on the old Snooty Rose-but on top of the ocean instead of under it! IIow'd it happen? I asks the looey. IVell, he says, if it wasn,t for the way your friend MeOool has of throwin' wrenches we'd be down there yet. VVhen he hit that wheel before, he fixed it so we couldn't empty the tanks. But when he slammed it the second time, he snapped the handle off, and blew every drop of water out of those same damned tanks ! 'Goofyj -they call him H 'Lucky' that's what I'd say. ...,.1gy.945-4... The Eternal Play Jaques. All the wor1d's a stage, And all the men and women merely players: They have their exists and their entrances ...................... AS YOU LIKE IT CAct II Sc. VIIJ A vast setting! A great east! The act keeps going, no one7s the last. A player drops out, another appears. This play does not end, after so many years. The setting is never discarded for new, Though the changes, time makes, are not very few. How many spectators watch this great show? There is only one of Whom I know. The Audience, Producer, and Oritic is One, He 's managed the players since Time has begun. To enter or leave, one waits for his cues. One can not decide to accord or refuse. Both comedies and tragedies together appear On this wonderful stage, year after year. Fifteen

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Ghz elumet 'tLookit, he says to himself, ulgookit, here a.m I, an enlisted man, a double enlisted man, in fact, clcanin' up brass on a dirty pig boat, just 'cause a scurvy high-hat's in charge of this dam' ship. An' why? 'Cause I hit a cop? An' why did I hit the cop? 'Cause he said I looked like I got hit with a tomato! Ta hell with the dam' ship. I'm gonna quit this low down, half- man's navy ! An' he picks up a wrench, an' throws it full force at a couple 0' wheels, smashin' 'em to bits, an' walks out. A little while after, I hear some noise topside, an' I says to myself, Well, I'll see him in the jug, when I'm through here. Sure enough, I get through an' go up to the brig, an' there he is, sittin' there and cussin' out the U. S. Navy and the St. Louis Police De- partment. Vifhile I'm talkin' to him thro' the bars a bog comes up an' opens the door an' lets him out, just as a bell sounds for divin' practice. So I knew why he was let out. No one is kept in the brig while we go under for practice, 'cause in case somethin' happens, then he couldn't get out, see? Anyhow, we go down, and tap Morse signals up to some battle wagon up top, XVhen the bell sounds to rise to the surface again. Nothin' happens. We wait a while, thinkin' we'll go up any minute, when the lieutenant walks in and says, Men, I've just discovered that the Releasing tank wheels have been broken. Which one of you was in Engine Room 4 today? Seen' a.s how me an' Goofy and two others were in there, we step out of line. Now, then, which one of you men is responsible for this? and he holds up a wrench. I found this lying under the wheel! Uh, I am, murmurs Goofy nervously. I got sore and threw it. But I didn't see what it hit. Oh, you Got Sore? says the lieutenant. Well, my man, just be- cause you got sore, and threw it, may cost us our lives. Yuh've broken the wheel on the relcasin' tanks, and until we get either another handle or are lifted up by dcrricks, we stay right on the bottom of the sea. Any man who would pull a trick like that deserves to be shot, drawn and quartered, and at any rate, you'll get this! And in front of the whole crew, he steps forward and slaps Goofy clean on the cheek, and barks: 4'You 're yella-yella enough to throw something when you get sore-yella ! NVell, ya' shoulda' seen Goofy. The whole hand of the lieutenant was stamped in his face, in white, and the rest was burnin' on fire. NVe all walk away, nervously, and some o' the men ask questions about raisin' the ship, but the lieutenant says that there is very little hope, and the best we can do is accept our fate like men. Me'n Goofy walk downstairs, him holdin' the wrench, the lieutengm given it to him, and he starts talkin' mad-like all of a sudden. Yella am I? Drawn and quartered, huh? Slaps me in the face, does he, t havin' Fourteen

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Fy0'fDG'WO0V5GWQfbCNwlDGNOVbGWOVb3'OfbGWQfDCWOf5CNMl5jK gi The Future Inferno XQJWNDQJWKDQIWKDQIWNDQJWKDQJONDQAWNBQJQNDQJWNDCJWA AM not mad I tell you. Don't stare at me that way. ft7s no mere disease of the brain. I have seen it--that awful eruption-the fires of death-the shrieking furies. That spectacle is no delusion-I could see- feel it-it haunts me-does not leave me. You see I'm not an idiot-not crazy -it was the promise of the future-the Future Inferno. It was quite warm, and a holiday besides, and naturally the parks and streets were crowded. Having shed my topcoat, I strolled along and finally sat down on an unoccupied bench in a little park. The soft, green foliage overhead hid the burning sun. The little children, rosy-cheeked and happy, gamboled and frolicked on the grass at my feet. I felt gloomy, morose and out of sorts. The bright sunshine, the happy children, the happy world- all this jarred on my nerves. I picked up a newspaper. I noticed an article Written by an eminent scientist concerning the Solar System's rapid aproach to the nebulae-the End had come. Thump, thump, thump-and lifeless bodies dropped to the ground. The hordes were all traveling-none standing still. But there was no escape-all were doomed-rich man, poor man, beggar, em- peror. Fire, Hell's fires had broken out-all the world was burning-a huge funeral pyre. And then the wind. The fear lessened, became less oppressive-but the wind, was no mere wind-it was a wall-no it was not a wall-it was a universe tumbling into eternity. My heart was bursting-the influx of air was too great for it. I tried to shout, to scream-The Calamity had happened- all was lost in the turmoil-the death struggle of a gigantic world with a nat- ural force. I was being torn apart, asunder. I was going-going-going. Witli a shriek I awoke. I'm not mad, it was true. It was no idle fancy, I lived, it was true, too true, the inevitable truth-The Future Inferno. it if I TALK TO YOU All day long, and sometimes far into the night, I talk to people-endless streams of them, XVQ talk of this and that . . . and sometimes of that and this D , And yet-I tell them nothing of myself. Then for a brief space of time, A snatched moment fraught with sullen fear, I talk to you . . . But-I say so much, So much of what is me- That oft I fear, someday, There will be nothing left to say. . . Sixteen