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

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featured by the antics of Mr. Warchaizer, who returning this time in the guise of a gallant Spanish toreador, coursed up and down the stage in vain pursuit of a very human bull. The comparison of an American school and a Nazi school constituted the theme of the following scene entitled Approach to Learningf' This scene vividly impressed upon the audience how the German school teachers distort every field of learning to fit the needs of the Nazi Party. Gunther Wertlleimer excelled in the main role of the German refugee narrator. The finale was all that one expected it to be-magnificent. Even the vast stage of Utrecht's auditorium was completely filled-jammed full by a horde of swing-crazy jumpers, and jivers, swinging to the fast and catchy rhythms of Mr. Pelcher's Victory Stomp. Now, after the frenzied excitement that attended the Parade during and preceding its five nights run, we can find some imperfections in the show. But, these blemishes are to be expected in any school presentation. All in all, we think that Victory Parade is the greatest show in all of Utrechts history. The one factor, we think that so clearly distinguishes it from similar shows of the past is the idea behind it. 'KVictory Parade was a symbol of the ever-growing spirit of patriotism that has permeated Utrecht since December 7. It was a symbol of Utrechts willingness to do its part in this war. Twefzty-one

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The Criminal By Sam Barru A tall young man stood by the window of the dingy little room on the second floor of the Mason-Arms Apts., smoking a cigarette. A tie dangled loosely from his neck. He pressed the butt of the cigarette against a tray with nervous fingers, adding another to the pile of stubs. A peroxide blonde with a heavy smear of lipstick, stuck her head through the doorway of the kitchenette. l'Ready for another cup of coffee, she asked. The young man swung around. I didn't want any more coffee, he snapped, And turn off that radio! 'iRelaX, honey, the girl returned. He took another cigarette from his case. 'lYeah, relax. Youlre not in on this jobf, By the window, Sandy stiffened suddenly. He went for the door, sail- ing back, 'iBe back in a minute. A guy just walked to the end of the W I hall, he glanced down the stairway to the door of the managerls room. A big man in an overcoat and hat was talking to the manager. They looked up the stairs. Sandy jumped back to the wall, as they turned to look in his direction. The words of the manager, Second door to the right, came floating to his ears. For cripels sake, I got to get out of here with this ice, he barked at the girl, rushing back into the room. Lock that door, quickly! You stay here and stall 'em off. They donlt know you. Here, you'll need some dough, if I got any! He fingered his pockets feverishly for his wallet. Must of misplaced it, he muttered. 'Tm Hat busted anyway. So long. He started for the fire escape. There were sounds on the carpet outside. A dull knock sounded on the door. Sandy! the girl was crying. You said you would never leave me like this again! Another knock on the door stabbed through the room. Sandy jumped for the fire escape. Go open the door. All right, Sandy. The girl wasn't crying any more. 'This time it's for good. Don't bother to come back because I won't be here! Sandy half heard the words as he sprang to the street. He broke into a run on hitting the sidewalk. Suddenly he checked himself. He glanced at the apartment. The girl was coming down the iire-escape with her grip. Twenty-three