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

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CLASS OF '31 CLASS PROPHECY .....,. ......... 3 4 HALL OF FAME ...,,.. ...,..... fs 5 SENIOR EDITORS .......... ....,... 5 6 CLASS OF JUNE y31 ........S ......S.. 5 S CLASS WILL .................... ......... 7 6 'SIS THIRTY-ONE ...,... ...,I..,I,.,,I,,,.. 7 9 AUTOGRAPHS ..,......,,...,.... ......,........ S o, 81 CLASS CELEBRITIES .......IIIII....... ........... S 2, Sa SENIOR CLASS OEEICERS ....... .II...I.. S 4 PICTURES OF SCHOOL ....I..... .,.,..... S 6 GROUPS .................... ......,............. ....,.,....... I o 2 4 Editor-in-Chief MORRIS E. ZOLOTOW Five

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Four MISS CECILE QUIRK To Miss Quirk, we, the Senior Class of june, 1931, dedicate this issue of the Comet. Those of us who have ever come in contact with her have always found our lives made brighter and happier by her spirit of youth. During her many years of service as a French teacher she has not only taught French-she has proved an inspir- ation to us by her eternal yourhfulness. To Miss Quirk, who grows younger every year, we dedicate this Senior Camel.

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RAMOINVS HEAVEN A SHORT STORY ,- - 4 I y X - X gr J M0r1'i.r :fu 3 ' Zolotow 'M 5' AMON moved his tongue around to the back of his mouth so he could feel the cavity. God, what a hole. And what a pain. A dull, even pain that made life a torture. That pain, God. Why don't I go to the dentist? Why, oh, why am I so yellow,'. Yes, that was it. Ra- mon was afraid, stark afraid of a dentistls office with all its shiny tools of torture, with its barber chair, its drill, and worst of all the forceps that went into your mouth . . . God . . . no, rather pain . . . no, the pain . . .' oh . . . Ramon pushed his tongue against the cavity, pressing, pressing, press- ing . . . trying to stop the pain . . . he ran his lingers through his hair, bit his lips . . . pain . . . oh, what pain. I can't stand it. It's driving me crazy . . . I'll go to that damn dentist . . . one minute and it's all over. One minute . . . but what a minute. I must go. I canlt live. I can't enjoy life with that pain. I'll go to the dentist. Illl . . . I'll take it out with gas. Ah, there was an idea. Gas. Why hadn't it struck him before? He puts something on your face, you fall asleep and when you wake up it's all over. Gas. The idea made Ramon happy, so happy that he forgot about Six the pain and tried to concentrate on the square root of something or other . . . the was in agmathematics classj . . . Gas . . . I'l1 go today. Hallelujah. I can enjoy life. . . . Gas . . .. GG OM, come with me to the den- M - is . . . Its about time. You should have had it pulled months ago. I'll pull it out by gasf' l'Don't talk foolish. The dentist knows what's best. He'll use novocainef' No, gas. I can't stand the pain. He paralyzes your nerve. lt's no painf, No, gasf, I know a case where a person died from taking gas . . No, gas. Come, Ramon, let us go. THE nurse was a smiling Irish lass with red hair and a protruding front tooth. She took off the chattering Ramon's coat. Put it heref she said. Ye-e-e-es,', Ramon said. Don't be afraid,'l his mother whispered. ln heref' she motioned, smilingly. He went, turning a cautious eye to see if his mother was following. She was following. The nurse lfi him to the barber's chair. Now, sit down. The Doctor'll be down in a minutef' The doctor was finishing a cigarette. He was a fat, oily man with waxed moustaches and a bald head. Ramon thought, as the doctor's face was bent over him, I won- der what he does to the Nurse when no