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

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Golly, you'd kinda get the idea it was all his fault. The way she stamped her foot, turned around, just in time for him to see a tear trickle down her freckled face. What was that his dad once said, Yeah, women will always resort to tears once all their other wiles are exhausted. His especially a red-headed onef' His motto was, Never trust a woman, but that was the last time she got angry at him. And now, now here he was a fellow his age sitting on her stoop and being mopey about a girl. Not even a really pretty girl but one with the funniest color red hair. He tugged at his belt-as if to replace the tugging at his heart or better still he hoisted his pants-cause maybe that would sort of hoist his spirits. Well anyway, there he was on her stoop, waiting. lf she would only stop acting like an infant! lf she would only peek out of the curtain, wave to him or something. Anything. Ah, what's the use! She can't help it at all, she can't help anything-it was all her rnother's fault, always buttin in. Gee! Things have come to a pretty pass when a feller can't take the girl he loves for a drive. Golly that was harmless enough driving! He didn't care. He didn't care at all. There were plenty of fish in the seal Plenty of other girlsl-Girls who would be mighty proud to ride around with a fellow who had a nice new red kiddie car. By MARCELLA MARKSAMER ima ' By ELLEN MANDEL Scene: The prescription department of a drug store. lt is Christmas Eve and the druggist prepares to spend his usually quiet evening listening to the radio. He turns on the radio and a voice announces the fact that a message of peace on the Christmas Eve is about to be given. Voice: ln many parts of this stricken world, the tears of long, long files of men and women, driven from their homes by blind hatred, wandering from country to country in misery and want, are quenching the Light of God which for thousands of years has guided the footsteps of your fathers and mine. The cries of war are drowning the sound of Gods voice . . . A thief enters the store and with gun in hand, in- dicates what he wants. Policeman comes. Policeman and gunman are severely wounded. Voice: l' . . . Long ago, it was prophesied that 'men shall beat their swords into ploughshares and their spears into priming forks'g men shall not lift up sword against man, neither shall they learn war and . . . More policemen enter: they help carry out the wounded policeman, the injured druggist and the insensibly beaten gunman. . . . When man's hand shall be outstretched, it shall be in the nature of help, not harm, in the nature of service, not in injury, in the nature Qt goodfellowship, not in enemity. God grant the men may live in peace and harmonyg all for one and one for all. Eighteen

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UNKNOWN WOMAN While visting a friend one afternoon A handsome gentleman dropped in One moment strangers, the next moment lovers. We were married and the years brought us eight children All still alive, but for one dead in Germany Dead mentally T For if you are now in Germany ' You are as good as dead. When they were growing up I kept house, sewed, cooked, and nursed them when sick. Until they grew up and had families of their own. Then l just sat and prayed all day For my beloved husband had passed away. l sat thinking of my full life in the days gone by Wishing I could live it over again. Until one night l felt very sick And ere the morning had begun l passed into a different world. l had loved life But l had lived it too long Lived too long to see Men take over Europe And threaten the land of the free. By Icmet Kaiser OUR LIFE W'e two were very young once We loved our fields, our work, and our crops. Living for each other and later our young ones-We enjoyed a simple life. Our work was our play, And the happy sun smiled With us constantly. Years ripened our life And sent our children To their own happy roads. lt has separated Paul and me But only for a brief time. Now as l sit alone The dreary night is enlightened With the thoughts of our youth, And our fields, and our children. Tomorrow that same sun of yesteryear Will shine down on me alone lt will smile with me too, By Norma Mottolcr Seventeen

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Time-Thursday, lanuary 4, 1940 lljour days before the lackson Day Dinner and the discovery of Americas No. 1 humoristl. Place-New Utrecht, famed for a Dramatic Society which has always managed to get rave notices from the critics . . . of the Utrecht Nuhs. 8115! Mr. Ehrlich's baton rises and the strains of the overture reaches the ears of an expectant audience. The music ends and Burly lack Potash and Blurry-Eyed lrving Goidel of Schnur's Stage Squad, lnc. 5 go into action and the curtains ac part revealing onstage a theatre in the background of an inn somewhere in France. The cash customers as well as the teachers in the front rows are already gaping at the beautiful scenery and the excellent lighting effects. As yet not a gesture had been made nor a word spoken, still the audience has already moved forward to the edges of their seats in antici- pation of a great show. And as they anticipated, so it was. From the moment the cavaliers start their fencing exercises in the first act to Cyrano's fifth act death, it was easy to see that the New Utrecht Dramatic Society's presenta- tion of l'Cyrano de Bergerac was the most spectacular and greatest in its eventful fifteen-year history. So successful, in fact, was the play that besides the scheduled lanuary 4th, 5th and 6th performances, a demand performance was given on lanuary 13th. And who is responsible for this hit? A great many people, from whom we choose lack Chakrin for initial honors. Chakrin, as most every good Utrechtite knows, played Cyrano. From the moment Cyrano throws Montfleury off-stage and for approxi- mately three hours more, the long-nosed soldier must dominate the play with the force of his character. l-le fights a duel, makes love for another to his only love, leads his regiment in a war and dies a magnificent death, all within three hours. And Chakrin does make Cyrano the dominant character. He performed more magnificently than any member of the audience ever dreamed of seeing. Every word he said added to the great- ness of the production. Yes, indeed, lack Chakrin brought fame both to himself and New Utrecht as he spoke and moved about on the great New Utrecht stage. But it was not Chakrin alone who was responsible for the play's success. lsabelle Cohen played the leading feminine role, that of Roxanne, Cyrano's cousin and secret love. She performed eloquently in a difficult role. Miss Cohen appeared on the stage as a spiteful, young, beautiful girl who loves the dashing young men who speak and write beautiful words about her. Robert Le Shufy portrayed Christian de Neuvillette, a young soldier, who is madly in love with Roxanne but who is handicapped in this love affair by his lack. of the power to write and speak eloquently. l-le makes a deal with Cyrano whereby his good looks and Cyrano's Words would Acljectives by MORRIS DWECK and HAROLD VVEBMAN Nineteen