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

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B06lf HOUSE By Jerome Kaufman

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longer a powerful figure but a feeble being, ignorant of what was happen- lng to him and no longer caring. The wind then withheld its force and the man came to a halt, not at will, but because he had no strength of his Own to keep him going. He gazed downward and beneath him he beheld an abyss. It all came to him. He had been going through the passage of life. The feeling of walking on a higher level was his span of youth. The degrading passage was the journey of age. The abyss was the journey's end. He closed his eyes and waited for Atropos to cut his thread of life. The wind, the messenger of its sender gave one blow. The tired body tumbled headlong into the yawning pit and disappeared. A bellowing sound issued forth from the abyss and was followed by deep silence. A bell rangg the bell at the entrance of the passage, the bell that had rung for him. Another one was starting. Another being was beginning the journey of . . . LIFE. P By Renee Littman An hour ago I wanted to write a poem About all the wonderful things there are or ever will be. An hour ago a star seemed beautiful And I was happy and I wanted to write a poem. Now I sit in my blue skirt And remember that someone told me Stars don't really shine. In the next room my brother is shouting A cat is crying outside. I want to cry too. I want to cry for all the stars that don't shine And all the people who believe they donit And all the poems that are never written. I wanted to join the cats and wail aloud to the moon I want to join my little brother, who can look at a star and pluck it and keep it with him always. Fifteen

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I Am cz Catholic Prize Winning Essay By Alice De Lorenzo I AM A CATHOLIC which means, for one thing, that I must go to church every Sunday. It has been difficult, sometimes, to drag myself out of bed on those sleepy Sunday mornings, but fortunately, there is a 12:15 mass which I have usually managed to reach on time. Do I sound as though I'm not religious? Maybe. But I think the trouble is mostly that I never thought much about religion. That's it, I just didn't think. My part, the role of Maria in the Victory Parade, opened up a new line of thought to me. In the skit, Maria feels great anguish because she is forced to absent herself from church. A big bully of a storm trooper shakes his fist at her and quells any desire she might have to protest at this unjust treatment. Maria didn't mean much to me in the beginning. She seemed like a very remote, vague personality then and I found that the minute rehearsals were over, she disappeared from my mind as quickly as the blues on a bright summer day. But as time went on and opening night arrived she took definite shape. And when the moment came for me to squirm,,' as my friends say to tease me, I found that the whole business really wasn't as silly as it had seemed at first. It was easy to look as though my soul were twisting in misery. I really felt a little like that. In fact when my friends, who didn't see the show, ask me to show them how I squirm it isn't too hard for me to do, now just from the mem- ory of the skit. In the beginning I used to have to tell them that I had to get in the mood of the thing during a performance before I could squirm. I won't stay that because of my experience in the 'lVictory Paradei' that I jump for joy from my bed on Sunday mornings, hustle out of the house at 6:30 and spend the whole morning in church. It is true enough that I now appreciate the privilege I have in this country of being allowed to go to the church of my choice, and I appreciate my religion a little more too, because I feel that it must be pretty good if people like Hitler are so set on taking it away from me. Sevefzteefcf