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

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-QJ trying to ease their insatiahie appetites at my hOl1SC , b except that I find that. it anything, I am receiving the short ends of the meals, during their prolonged visits. K As I am ready to take ieave ot my house for the 1 evening tl will prohahiy end up in a lunch wagon, . . I am confronted hy a portending and sinister looking ' I xl lx lriumvirate looking like hiown up and distended hot l y water hags, their hluhhery carcasses swinging to and 'I fro as their heavy steps resound through the room like the peaiing of thunder. tl shudder at the thought fr of dining with these three weary animations, for I ! 7 X W ' ft' would ieei as it I were in some dank, dark cellar Q t S with a staring hust of Edgar Alien Poe hanging from ' 1 . lhe cohwehhed rafters and a raven picking its teeth in the corner and spitting the particles down my C lp, necic . . . D -AI 1' J Q. In the earlier part of this effort to acquaint you with the hardships with which a few free loaders X might entail an innocent hystander, I had mentioned f, -1.6, that my hitch-hiking cruise had been interrupted hy I ff -Y . ' - these loose interpretations of the higher organic species, dl Q r hut I realize now that they have only succeeded in W GL hastening my departure. . . . Q X E I leave now with the assurance that, devoting my ' 1' .1 . V . H . Q , entire future Irie to the exclusion of the diner glut- ? tonsf, some day I shall spit my rheum of hate and 'N contempt against these erstwhile epicures that have f organized and plotted no end, and have succeeded in Z ' eating me out of house and home. Happy New Year! By ELEANOR LANDY and MARCIA PANKIN ONCE we were happy, carefree creatures, hut now we are hitter, dis- illusioned souls. VX7e canyt face our friends. The disgrace is unhearahle. It was the night of December 31, and all over New York people were preparing to hit the high spots. But New Yearys Eve has come and gone, and still we sit at home. The radio ta wonderful invention, the radiof hlared forth with: UHappy New Year, everybody. Vve know you're on your way to have a good time, hut, wherever you're going, to that party or that new show, he sure to drive carefuliyf, In desperation, we turned the dial, only to hear: Hello, all you stay-at-homes. VVe're all set to hring the best bands of the country right into your housesf, Page Ten CQMET

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ff? C xv 7 x X ' fx ! c I f U 1' Q 1 4, f .f COMET XJ KY THIS IS GN YOU MY primary thought at this moment was to ini- tiate a course of udigit oscillation or hitch-hilcing as they say in the vernacular, hut l have heen torn from these plans hy the sudden invasion of a small group of hostile Uiree loadersn who have, and unfor- tunately so, found their way to my once happy domi- cile and have hecome so very much at home here. So l must immediately talce leave of any thoughts of digital locomotion, as it is sometimes referred to in more varied parlance, and proceed to assail your ears and hleed out upon you every detail of my horri- ble plight .... To those of you who have not yet encountered this most unfortunate occurence, l will endeavor to ac- quaint With the ominous free loader. lt is highly clif- ticult to detine these queer creatures hut l must cau- tion you that they will hreach all the rules of fair play and play foul for a meal at no expense-malce no exceptions, for they are all strongly tained with a lceen desire for cuisine amenities. l will willingly give you all a hint that may spare you from pain and chagrin and may lessen your chance of hecoming one of the so many that are placed under mental oloservation yearly. It will do you good to heed my advice and perhaps solve the stirring enigma oi the ever present diver who has dug himself a final resting place in some clean niche in the dining room. Never aid them in their periiiclious and heartless attaclcs on other innocents for if they are turned away they will fall hungrily upon you, and you may he assued of a steady and fast-increasing numher ol charges . . . l now have at my house a group of these human leeches that are quite versed in their art and are quite prone to exhihit it in its redundance- Even now as l shamlole into the feed parlor l am told that it would do no good to sit my rotund self clown for a meal hecause the Hdiversn have arrived a few minutes previous and have used their undying efforts to extract every hit of food ohtainahle at this renowned nourishment depot. lxflind you, l do not mind these gruesome gluttons Page Nine

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This was too much. Xve could stand no more. Xve grahhed our coats and ran out of the house. Surely there were others who felt the same way! But no, the faces of the passers-hy reiiected no sympathy. They rushed past, either carrying food supplies for expected guests or ali dressed up to devour some of the same food. There was no consolation to he found here. Deject- ediy we were strolling down the street, when a dog fman's hest friend, the dog? came over to us. Not seeing the gleam in his eye, we thought, Here, at last. is a friendf' But no, even this dumb animal scorned us. As we walked along, our spirits were low. Xvhat was wrong with us? Even our ioest friends wouldnt teii us. Xve tried to tell ourselves that we were spending a safe and sane New Years Eve. hut what fun is it? Afraid that we might meet a friend, we decided that thereis no place like home. Home can he very attractive at times, hut not on New Yearis Eve. After we had counted all the Howers in the wallpaper, we settled down to a fast game of Chinese checkers. At the end of the twelfth game, we opened -!'99Qf'0-...fx 2 our eyes only to find that it was eleven oiciocio-still one hour to go. Feeiing very virtuous hy this time, we decided that the hour for New Years resolutions had come. We prohahiy wouidnit keep them, hut it would waste time, any- how. And it did. But of all the resolutions there is one that we solemnly pledge ourselves to keep. VVe hereby vow that we shall never again spend New Yearis Eve at home, even if we have to hire escortsf, Suddenly, the twelfth hour struck. Horns hiared, firecracicers popped, hells chimed-it was 1Q41 at iast. But it didnyt feel any different. We looked at each other, hewiidered. was this what we had spent the long evening waiting for? Over the radio we heard joyous crowds singing the words of Auld Lang Synef, but our hearts were not in it. For we happened to rememher that someone once said, UVVhatever you are doing on New Yearys Eve, you will do for the rest of the yearf' CQMET Page Eleven