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

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There were no stars in the sky that night, or perhaps the ioiacic despair of the heavens was so intense as to camoutiagetheir golden, tive-pointed hope. The night stretched endlessly on. The hiacicness was an eternal thing, something that wouid iast forever. They wanted iight as men have wanted food and Water and iove. Suddeniy a tremor of foreboding swept over the ship. They waited ioreath- iessiy, each afraid to voice the paraiyzing thought that Hashed through his mind. Then it came'-a slight ciicic, then a duii roar. And the iight, white foam angrily heat over the siowiy disappearing ship and then it was dark again. 1 Paris - - July '40 The fiery embers shine raciiantiy, reflecting the iast glory of ri flying city . . . From the north and from the east come the proud norciic legions. Sweeping ciown from Secian anci Armentieres and west from the Dunieerque pocket. The tnattie of France is over. Boutevarcis which once echoed the gaiety of a free nation, now tremiate with the thunder of Maryann might, as the smouiciering eminers Blaze iowerH Ancl culture marches forward in Prussian boots. -MILTON ROSENBERG CQMET Page Seven

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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

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By Harry Shreclc l reaol l9oolQs And looks Ancl many otlier tliings. I reacl tlze lneauty wliicli A lnirclss song lorings. But My most of all I try to reaol fellow men-1 What tliey, too, Believe, ancl want to clo Each one of tliem. 1 try to watcli tliem See anal clo greater tliings Gain the joy ancl contentment That achievement lnrings. And tliis is all l ask as my rewarcl- Tliat if l am ever callecl before the Loral, He will rememluer, I read. Page It is true, that is tlie way all clreams must end, witli the sadness in your lieart, still tliere. Ancl notliing can be saicl or clone, to take away the loneliness tliatys every liuman,s sliare. A sea of golcl With a strip of emeralal far loeyoncl Wave on wave of golden stallzs. From tliis, our claily Bread. Lovely niglit witli peaceful slumloer lmlest Gentle respite from tlie trials of claytime,s liour Darla silent niglit when men,s souls rest ln tlieir avarice for fame and power Great achievement anol enormous wealtli. The Honest, the good, the noble ancl the lwrave Ancl tlwse wlio gain tlieir means by stealtli Forget self, as they, in restful slumlzer, lie Honest and olislionestg tliose wliose tliouglits are low and Ancl tliose of vision nolole ancl liigli. Some, incleecl, wllo worla, wliile otliers sleep, evil Wlio do not take the gracious gift that Nature offers Men wliose great plans meet obstacles, wliicli tliey must o'erleap Anal otliers, creatures of tlie night, wliose ways are clarle as lier own, Eight COMET