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

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F L GDB Gitomer Twenty Sometimes Than And in th IN STORM the storm more comfort brings any gentler breeze that sings, etempests, shriek and roar Of angry waves against the shore A heart can learn how Nature, too, Has moods too mighty to subdue. In storm such strength is freed at last, Such To thrust With forces race along the blast all obstacles aside might that will not be denied, That fresher, purer grows the air, Swept free of poisons gathered there. In storms of life men feel a force That rends their very beingls source, Monroe Arkermon Yet when at last its furies wane, With stronger hands they grasp again The tasks time brings them through the .years They grow more wise through stress and tears. POPPIES Walking near the mountains Where the reddest poppies grow, A lonely place in the mountains Where the gentle breezes blow. As they grow upon a grassy mound Gr owing so quiet so sweet a style Flooded in sunlight all around With crimson face and wistful smile. Leonora R. Schworlzmon ECTASY NI wonder ...... Why the beauty of the sunset, The The The The The The rippling of a stream, sweetness of a dew drop, sacredness of a dream, calmlessness of cloudlets, thought of elves and fauns, daintiness of springtime, Should pain so? Eftelle H ol porin

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l'0IfiS CIIIHIUIZIH With shoulders put to the task, He harkens to catch a false note, in the song Of the massive machine, Oiled by his blood. It turns slowly, cog upon cog, wheel upon Wheel, And grinds him into dust, To mingle with that of past, countless ages. THE TOILER'S REST A hound yelps in the dark, In the distance H y Radifz Q HAPPINESS Happiness depends upon What one has within- Not upon finances, nor Creeds, nor even sin. Not upon environment, Not upon your friends- Well, perhaps-not always, though- Happiness depends. The whit of swiftly passing vehicles, He turns on his side, moans And sinks again into weary slumber. Hy Rediff H. R. Zirilftein O TO A VISITING ZEPPELIN I greet thee, ,mighty ruler of the air, Though once thy droning made proud Britain weep, As when, in startling London from its sleep, Thy hostile sting was felt in grim warfare. A dozen years have healed its wounds and care, And nations now a lasting Peace will keep, Because thou bringest from across the deep, The honeyed sweets of Peace, with all to share. Our hands-no more in anger need we raise, Are lifted now in welcome to our shore, Assisting thee to find a resting place. In gratitude to God We sing, His praise, And from Him everlasting Peace implore t And pray your trips His guiding hand will grace. Rirlmrd A. Flinn Nineteen

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I 1 Uber Qtlnmet I SAW A GYPSY CARAVAN I saw a gypsy caravan as I was passing by, A gaily painted caravan against the sombre sky, I heard the gypsy music and I was thrilled to see A graceful maiden dancing, so vivid, wild, and free. I saw them as they make their camp mid bustling noise, I heard the singing of the girls, the laughter of the boys, And when the moon was shining and stars gleamed bright above I heard a dreamy boy a-serenade his love. FANTASY I had a dream, I had a dream .... A million little buttercups Were dancing to the tune Of a million tinkling bluebells Who were flirting with the moong And all the frilly daisies Were waving to and fro, And bowing to the pansies- Their audience, you know, And the golden-rod was gazing At the myriad stars on high, While the bleeding-hearts were brooding And the violets heard their sigh, And giant-sized chrysanthemums Were swaying in the breeze, Accompanied by the rustling Of the leaves upon the trees. And the rustling of the grasses To the buzzing of the bees, QWho were playing with the cloverj Formed such pretty melodies. But I loved best the dalfodil That shed a golden gleam, So I reached forth to pluck it,-- -And lo! It was a dream . . . Mildred Dwzelz Sid Lang Twenty-one