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

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The events and characters of this story are fictional and any simi- larity to the staff of the New Utrecht NUHS and the way it puts out a paper is purely coincidental. The office of the Central Hi Clarion was in an uproar. The paper Cwhich advocated a greater allottment of G.O. funds for their journalistic 'petty cash' and a reduction in . expenditures on such unneces- e sary items as Teachers and Students' Symposium on Whether the Central City Council Should Approve a Bill to Provide the City with a New Council l-fall-S35 D had a 24 hour deadline to meet and no one could find Cyclone Baxter, the Sports Editor. The only sports item pasted on the dummy was an insignificant little paragraph reading something like this: GJ-l.L.S. ON HIKE The Girls' Athletic Club un- der the supervision of Miss Morgan Went on a hike to Red Caverns last Saturday. It was reported that everyone had a grand time. To add to the troubles of Doc Lewis, the Clarion's Editor-in-Chief, the galleys had been brought up from the printer and all the cutting, pasting and correcting was being done in the little 2 by 4 office. ln a corner of the room, Claudia t'Shorty Black and Shirley CGee Ain't Clark Gable Handsomel Ferber, the two feature editors, were haggling with Ace Carlson, the paper's star reporter. By LEONARD BARKIN Look, be sensible, Claudia was plead- ing. You can't have two bylines on the same page. lt don't look nice. At a time like this, l can't be sensible, Ace retorted. That story l wrote on Trees is the best thing this sheet ever had and l'm going to get a by-line if it's the last thing l ever do. lf you get it, Shirley threatened, it's going to be the last thing you ever do. At least on this paper. Gimme my story, Ace shouted. 'l ain't working for you dopes any more. lquitf' 'Good You're fired, Claudia corrected. Ace flew out of the office. What was that? Doc asked, A hurricane? No, only Ace quitting again, came the answer. Gosh darn it. l-low many times a day does that guy hafta quit. ln the center of the office, rather majestically sprawled on the floor was Newsy Baker, the News Editor. All around him were galleys, dummys, paper, glue, scissors and all the rest of the material which dis- tinguishes an exalted editorkfromla common reporter. lust as he opened his mouth to say something, Doc shouted, Pledgee! Yessir, came from a terrified, little lad in a corner. Ten

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Go find Cyclone. We need him. Dont come back without him. 'But where should l look fo . . 'lSilence. Look anywhere. l don't care how but find him. And when you come back, remind me to ask you to assume the angle. Yessir. Then vouch. The Pledgee had received the necessary aid to propel him through the door. u Who is the editor of the Clarion'? asked a meek, little girl stand- ing in the doorway. 'll am. What doyawant? Doc said. B' l gotta story for you. lt's about the poster contest of the yearbook and . . Look, Doc eulogized. 'lYou're a nice little girl, you write beautifully, it's the best story l ever read but, and Doc blew up, 'lget the dickens out of here! We're trying to put out a paper! The door slammed shut. Silence. And then. l-liya folks, ln walked Ace. UBoy have l got an idea or have l got an idea. Boy oh boy it's a honey. 'lWhat are you back again? asked Claudia. 'lYep it's me in the flesh and rarin' to go. Listen to this . . . No, gimme a typewriter. l'll write for you. Quiet reigned for awhile. A knock on the door. Who is out yonder? Newsy yawned. lt's me-Pledgeef' 'lEnter, yelled Doc. 'lDid you find him? 'lYessir. l-le's in the Deans office. l-le cut l-listory to listen to the Make-Believe Ballroom. l-le's got detention. Detention-wand no sports page. Qwwwwwf' Doc fainted. As usual the paper came out-a day late. LOVE LETTER l love you dear, the letter read, Written in pale green ink The words were full of feeling More feeling than you think Of course, the letters shook a bit, And some were far apart, But to be sure the words were there And came right from the heart. l want to come and kiss you dear, Now you may think that bold, But really, how are you to know, It was written by a five year old? 1 Florence Schneider Twelve