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

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H POETS' CORNER Truckman Come on, boys-plane the crate up! Let your muscles lump up Under arms and shoulders, Stteaked with grease and dirtll' Ugh! shove her ing Darng it's a job to snap a fellow's limb. A heaving fit for three men To keep that crate from tippin'. Leaped atop the truck, Sitting on the rim, smoking a butt And telling a tale of pugs While the fellows listen in. Giddap you dray plug! Pull faster, you mug,'! There's another job a block ahead, Before you get there we'll all be dead. Hit up! H y Radin o Two Poets He said My notes in minor strain Their meed of glory bring. But oh! to break this solemn chain And make the laughter ring. Another, dreary, bowed with care, Had jested through the years. Alas! he sighed, that I have ne'er In life moved men to tears. H erman Kleinlaenz Q Fifteen

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Ciba Gomer g g in the heart of a business section and watched the crowds press past him. He shrank in the half-shelter of a post with the surreptitious air of one who has no right to be seen. Indeed, he felt vaguely alien and irrelevant, and his forefinger went faltering- ly to his lips, with a motion become ha- bitual. Of all these legions rushing by him, none so much as glanced in his direction, and he wondered why they did not seem to know that he was a lately released felon. He might have found the reason when he fell to studying their faces. The habit of obser- vation had once been keen in him, as it is in many men who constantly handle large sums of money, and even now it was not quite gone. HE saw that only the children wore abso- lutely placid countenances. All others carried a look of preoccupation, often ex- hibiting writhing lips and Hashing eyes or muttering their thoughts in half-audible sen- tences. Once a woman, quite alone, passed near him and he heard her exclaim to her- self, Oh, my! Oh, my! It might have meant only a forgotten pocketbook or a tight shoe, but the tone had a tragic ring. Again, a man talking vigorously to himself swept by, growling. THE None looked toward him, all were igno- rant of his existence, and a great loneliness arose within him. SUDDENLY, an impulse to escape seized him. He felt bound, stifled-as though- as though he were in prison. He turned and fled-first with a rapid stride, afterward breaking into a run when he was away from the crowds. The impulse became uncontrollable. On, on, he sped, throwing startled looks over his shoulder. Once he fancied that a crowd was rushing past him with a great hue and cry, but no one followed. At last, panting and breathless, he drew up in front of his goal. In a subconscious way, he had all the time known whither he was making in his mad flight to escape capture. FOR a moment, he leaned weakly against the little door. Then, with another look over his shoulder he concentrated all his strength and pounded fiercely upon it. The Warden himself appeared and heard the gasp:- I've come back-home! But the Warden shook his head sadly and said:- I have no power to take you in. There is no place for you here now. And he closed the door. END Swv! if 'E' LZ, Q aww. ff' I V Fourteen

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ln My l-learl: joseph Greenspan In my heart . . . I am akin'd To the lonely eagle that soars in the West. In my heart . . . I am as the wind Restless, upon a hopeless quest. In my heart . . . I am as grit. In me is the grimy coarseness of it. In my heart . . . I am as the sea, Surging the shore, futilely. In my heart . . . Like the fleeting hours, I caress and destroy delicate Howers. Prairie Night HY Radin Sixteen My Love Charles Devlin You do not know it, But I love you. Perhaps you do not think I do, But I know, Because Each time I see your face I get A funny feeling Way down in my stomach, Not a pain, But A warm glow, Like the one I got When I went on the Roller-coaster! Twilight, The breeze glides over the prairie, Rustles the green grass, that bends slowly Singing its song in combined harmony. The endless blue deepens, The shining red orb sleeps below the hori- zon. Lights twinkle far apart, prairie campfires- The flames throw eerie shadows wherein stand men of the sodg Telling tales of distant homes, fields of gol- den grain. The blackness gathers, the men repose, The fire Hames wane, spreads a feeble glow In the darkness, extended around Heaven and earth are one. Night's nature conquers