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

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CIHIEIIO High School students by the time they reach the eighth term, despite their four years of ac- quired knowledge and their sophistication, Believe: There are big-sh-ots .: That big shots get anything they want: That big shots are always getting into trouble: That students at the back of the room al- ways manage to get the highest marks: That classes are something to be cut: That service squadders cut classes at will: That Senior Editors have a racket: That My the people at the Senior Prom pay for their tickets: That teachers get free Comets and Nuhs': That the ticket sellers reap a fine profit on the Dramatic Matinee: That athletes always pass: That P. T. is a nuisance: That Mr. Charry is married: That Mr. Charry is not married: That Mr. Swahn plays the stock market: That Seniors and juniors are always on the outs,': That every Senior would like to dress like a freak on Red Letter Day but that he refrains from doing so because he wishes to appear dignified in the eyes of the teachers: That the self-same above mentioned seniors admire the nerve of those who do appear freakish on Red Letter Day: That class nights are always a success: That by passing the tickets out thru the doors 3 or 4 persons get into class night on the same ticket: QCOfzti1zzzed 072 Page 1101 Fifieen 'Y 1 4 y 1

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Ciba Qlnmet This phenomenon cannot be explained on any rational basis. It is simply one of those strange things of the theatre. The same thing that 'keeps Shakespeare fresh after 300 years and Sophocles fresh after a thousand. Gilbert and Sullivan would be delectable under any circumstances but performed by Milton Aborn's company fErlanger Thea- trej they are a delight and a thing of joy forever. Fine singing, capable directing, ex- cellent acting-that and the immortal clas- sics: The Mikado , H. M. S. Pinaforen and the others. Thus far The Mikadon, 'lThe Pinaforev, and the 'lGondoliers, have been presented The first scored an overwhelming success. Frank Moulan, the radio star, was a natur- al in the role of Koko. I have not yet done with humming, My Object All Sub- lime, The Flowers That Bloom in the Spring, I've Got Them On the List, Titwillow,', and the other songs that you can never get tired off. William Danforth who was just so-so as the Mikado was great in the role of Dick Deadeye, the sailor who snitches, in the 'Pinaforef' Howard Marsh, who is the best singer of the troupe proved to be excellent both in the roles of the Nanki-Poo and Ralph Rackstraw. Fay Templeton came back to the stage after a vacation of many years to take the part of poor, little Buttercup. She was up to expectations. This series of revivals will continue all through the summer. Following the Gon- doliersf' Patience will be produced, and then, Iolanthe, Ruddigore and The Pi- rates of Penzancef' When you get tired of swimming, loafiing, working or whatever else high school students do during vacation time, pay a visit to the Erlanger, and for a nomi- nal price, I assure you, you will have a jolly good time. - Fourteen OLD MAN MURPHY The traditional fighting Irishman who is eternally pulling his jacket ofi' always gets a laugh. Old Man Murphyw QRoyale Thea- trej being about this kind of an Irishman. and being acted by a good character actor in a more-or-less funny play gets a lot of hearty laughs. Old Man Murphy is just the thing to see when the regents are over and you've got a couple of headaches you want to be relieved of. It is a standard, sure-fire, laugh maker. Like all farces it has a complicated plot. It seems that Charlie Murphy, once an in- habitant of the poor Irish section of the town, the Patch, has grown rich, chang- ed his name to Murfree and forsaken his old friends. The trouble begins when he runs for mayor and discovers that he can- not get the Irish vote. The whole problem is solved when Pat Murphy, his old father, comes from Ireland and proceeds to make speeches, fight with everyone, throw boots at the butler, and, in general raises cain. H Arthur Sinclair gave a rousing perform- ance as Old Man Murphy. As a matter of fact, he put the play over. With his ac- cents, mannerisms, brogue, and all the other appurtenances of the fighting Irishmen, he put what little life could be put into a pretty punk farce. I had always imagined Irishmen talked like poets. Perhaps I'd got the impression from reading Synge's play, Playboy of the Western Worldf, Irishmen, it seems, are just a ubunch of tough guys. In this case we're glad they are tough guysi' for it gives Arthur .Sinclair a chance to put over some funny histrionics. Old Man Murphy is no worse, and probably a lot better than the average farce.

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Gold, Glory and Goodness Sylvia Brody AN ESSAY NFORTUNATELY, to too many persons the three words gold, glory and goodness are synonomous. Too often -do we see greatness in a rich man, or magnanimity in mere public fame. But these are unrerined views. Goodness and glory are conjoined. A man who is good is glorious, if not pub- licly famous, he has his self-esteem left, and that satisfaction incites the leaves on ones path to burn clear the road to con- tentment. It commands all resolution. It is the essence of successful life, and so desirable enough. But gold, the first factor in the triad, is never related to the other two, glory or goodness, except as an abetter, never has it accomplished any notable success through itself, it is only a strengthener. We are all acquainted with some repre- sentative of wealth. From what did the acquaintance spring? The renowned social leader who is gone from among us so lately, Nathan Strauss, whose name lingers in every mind as a model of rare mag- nanimity, was rich, immensely rich. In his philanthropies, he spent, with neither fuss nor desire for fame, an amount greatly in excess of one million dollars. He ranks with such figures as Sir Moses Montefiore and Baron de Rothschild in his benevo- lence to humanity. But it was not his great wealth which in 1923 proclaimed him to be a citizen who had done most for New York City in the preceding twen- ty-five years. Rather, it was that quality within him that encouraged his munifi- cence, and not the monetary support be- hind it. The name of Nathan Strauss Sixteen shall be imprinted in the granite upon which all memorable deeds are inscribed, the tablet upon which all history writes it- self, and from which time is as powerless to efface a word as it is .powerless to re- strain in its own pace. I say we know wealth by its messenger, which may be a great heart, or a stout heart, it matters not which. Gold is not recognized of itself, therefore it is synonomous to neither glory nor goodness. MAN may have gold without glory, a man may have goodness without glory-but, like gold, glory is never had alone. It is the consequence of either gold or goodness and without the precedence of either, it hardly exists. Since glory is then without choice and only effected by a for- eign force, the problem devolves to the selection between gold and goodness. The acquisition of wealth, as I said, is not enough, it must realize an accom- plishment. Whether that accomplishment be a self-satisfaction or an altruistic inter- est in others, is to be decided. Unfortu- nately, its proper purpose is usually de- feated. Only a small proportion of our wealth is expended in doing good, unless we may consider good economically with regard to the satisfaction of our own ma- terial wants. And the answer for the lack of correct utilization of wealth is perhaps in the method of its acquisition. An inheritance would seem a curse when we consider that wealth gained by work teaches us to live by enabling us to appreciate our gains. So, an inheritance would seem a handicap because it de-