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

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MASTICATION! LIBERATION! FLIRTATION! TRECHT

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LEVITATION! PROTESTATION! APPLICATION! SYN COPATION I

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F By Gertrude Ezorsky It's all the days, Monday to Friday, that pass one into the other, and it's all the books you ever read, and it's waking up each morning and going to sleep at night. Softly blows the breeze on n Jnnznzer afternoon, the teacher looks ont of the window and ine rtnaientr stir rertlerrly. And itls the first day when you thought it was going to be like the Andy Hardy movies and you watched the seniors and then went home to buy shaggy sweaters and charm bracelets and little white hats that sit back on the head. And it's your English teacher who carries a pipe in his pocket and knows how to read poetry and all the girls quiver when he passes their desks. All night yon lie nwnke, mzring into the dmflanerr, the fnncef dripr in ine rlillnerr nnd yon can hear ine zfrnnzpeff playing. And itls going to the movies straight from school and sitting unblinking, clutching your books, watching Rosalind Russell slink across the screen and then rushing home through the night because there's Advanced Biology and Civics and Latin translation and a compo- sition on Why We Love Democracyf, And it's the sudden joy when you're walking through the halls and you look at all the students going past you and you swell up with inexplicable happiness and your heart beats in fast thuds. Itis the time when you walk home with a group of boys and girls, joking and laughing and you wonder: Why can't it always be like this, why can't people always be happy? But also it is the time when you ride home on the El , your tongue like sand and you stare out at the dirty billboards, the train rattles on and your heart testers with doubt and worry. Ten