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

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DR. ROGALINS MESSAGE fanuary 15, 1941 Graciuates of the Class of january 1Q41 New Utrecht Higti Sctioot My dear Friends, You ancl I are leaving our school at tile same time. You into institutions of tiigtier learning, and I to ttie principatstiip of ttze William Howard Taft High School. This is an interesting coinciclence, Because ttiose of you who entereoi our school in semester 1, are the only stuctents at New Utrecht whose ectucational guidance I had the privilege of ciirecting during my four years. So, with you, exists a rather unique Inonci in my professional life. Of course you and your parents recognize the benefits that you have gaineci through your efforts during ttiese years. Your knowledge is Broacter, your mental faculties stiarpeneci, your attitude towards all vital relations more sympathetic, your health more rigorous, and your general character better formed than four years ago. Anal I am certain too, that your love of our tzetovect Country very definitely set. The patriotic development which you tiave achieved follows iogicatty from your knowledge of time efforts of our great Democracy to give you the opportunities which have brought you to your present state. Your Country has provicieci you with the buildings, equipment, and all the necessary facilities for your growth. And it has also given you a faculty of highly educated anct welt rounctecl pro- fessional people, imbued with American ioteats to guide you. Our Country asks in return, women and men, who will serve their fellow men and their Beautiful American Way Of Life. To this objective I ask you to zieciicate yourselves. I pray that eacti of you will do your fait part anci enjoy an abundance of happiness for years and years and years. - Sincerely yours, E Principal

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DI. M czurjce E Rogaljn

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NI GH T FALL THE hiacic sity hung over the hiacic water. The great ship crept furtiveiy on through the darimess. She who had heen a proud and nohie name was now a thief in the nightwicidnapping hundreds of frightened humans from their fate. And Fate does not often allow herself to he cheated. Inside the hoat hung an aura of daric gaiety. inconsequential things were discussed with feverish anima- tion. The important thingsHwhy and where they were sailing, what they were going to do if they reached their destination-were carefully ignored. A siim, hrightiy painted woman who had heen informed three weeks hefore of the great honor due her as the widow of a hero laughed over the latest fad in hats. A iittie girl was eating ice cream and demanded a second portion-fthe pink kind. The hushed voices and dark rooms muteiy told of the uniighted cave to which struggling civilization had returned. But the passengers did not solemnly speak about the air raids, the homhs, the tortured cities. They chatted lightly of par- ties, piays, good times, hooks. But there was a feeling that everyone had tightiy trussed up his hrow for fear that disjointed, half-mad thoughts would hetray themseives in his words and actions. So the trite talk continued. Everything was a joice. The whole husiness was a iaric, a gay adventure. 1 -- f -r- ' -5:31-1 1 F522 T1'f.:f:FZ-Qfzi Q - x 'im'l' - q -W' 'iE:':iE e ? Q ,ra i fi . ' F , , W ' -?::+- - - E They all watched each other. When the conversation died, twenty voices inaneiy developed new topics. The suhject didn't matter much, and anything that hroice the silence was eagerly and completely discussed. Somehody suggested a game of hridge. The hero,s widow ahruptiy said she was going to hed. Ten minutes later she returned, eyes sparkling with arti- iziciai animation. She spoice rapidly and nervously. A girl said something ahout what she was going to do when they got hack home. A man started to say something hut checked himself in time. He couid not hide his cynical smiie. Nobody forgave him for it. Nobody Went to hed. Page Six COMET