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

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, I HAVE WRGUGHT N CCDMMC CLAX By JOSEPH SLIPOWITZ IT was March The whITe romance oT wInTer had p seo Ieavrng onIy Tae crusT oT grey snow paTchIng The hIIIsIde A cuTTIng wand slashed my cheek yeT co as IT was There was a weeT TasTe oT prlng n T I was pushung Through a Trap oT greenery park II g The I er IT was I Te aTTernoon an orange un was luT Inkrng behind The grey cIITTs acro s The waTer DIrecTIy ahead sTood a Towerung CoIossus a greaT brudge Thrownng a nobIe roadway hrgh across The rIver To The opoosITe shore I sTood lnse-cTIIke aT The masswe base oT one oT ITs gIanT Towers I gazed aT The modern maze oT InTrIcaTe sTeeI bracework soarxng daunTIes Iy upward I ThoughT oT The men whose braIns had planned IT The engsneers aT Ther slide ruIe The maThemaTIcIans aT Th IV TabIes The draTTsmen aT Theur charTs I ThoughT oT The men whose brauns had b IIT IT The men aT Therr cranes The hoIsTs and The puIIey The men aT TheIr rIyeTIno mach ne and The weIdIng Torches The Iouner The TITTers and The sTecpIeIacks The men who had wnelded The sledge hammer and heard The smgmo meTaI re ound IH Theur ears gfzcd aT T e r work The harmomes and counTercoInT bIenoeo InTo a ymph y o ceI I passed on under The helTerr'g rooT OT The roadway and ouT agam InTo The Taulung sunIIghT Qnce more I Turned my eyes upward To The ky crap ng Tower SuddrnIy a I sTood maryehng aT The combmcd resuIT T many men cTTorT I C Thrcucl vy I ou cT cencneo my yaoe, C ec aT rn c TF ru m I c anos cockeT 1noTruog o oeye e ao The dIrT paTh whIch I had been ToIIowIng now Teo me To a IITTIG rocky kno where brITTIe crusTs oT snow wedg d Themsefves among The bare brushes I came on H ITTe cea n n hru wnere The now haa Thaweo ouT I sToc ed ocwn To oIg my yearmng Tunger hTo The moI T brown earTh m raymg oesure creaTe To buIId o :mr aTe In rn own umbc way T ose me ho had buIIT e oIganT c brnooe whr h Towered above me I moldco a TIny b k re mro wITh my an viewed my creaTIch TrIumoInanT'y I rre co ouT e oro rrwk bcTween my nn cfs and en wenT on To crm anoTher C o T anor er T oon oecame deTT aT IT Iza prIc accumu aTeo I6 7 . I . I as- '. I I s. I Id I , s s I I I . I ' s I , a InIn ry . Ia 3 s I s s' I I I . s , I . - , . I . E . I . . g Q. V I . I uI I 7 1 S, . , 2 I 3 -- h I . fr ,I ' I 1 II sl 'cn T sT- . 5 II II I 1 , s ' ' I I , I o , I' A Q, an InTcTf,r- creaTIvcf dcIrr,- Iuror-I , gh me, IT -,I r-'ns-iT 'c QTIargf my Tfwds 'ITn Come sTrange new puIsaTIng power which Throobod aT my TAngerTIps In search CT an TIA. I I '. TIf' sa J sT1r : ' I y Iol- II gerg and cured Tkem. I The sT y seIess h '. InTo my , s Q I ' e I I CT oIy 'T ng. . . , . X . V it I s e . I I r , up f I I I rI ,g I The SI b 3 Q a a I , o I II II I 1 II Is f . In y c I I To I I I' , T A IT ' .Ty T A if M T7 ' Th ,I I II I, 'IC I - A I rIc. In T' II I h ds.I I f I. I , I. ,, ssfI asc IIIIJQ - , 'I gf- Th T , in 5 II: ' Ih , My Ifroers s I ' I2asIbIe I'1 I .

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Why I Am 2 A Foofzvaff 22 X By EILEEN OGUREK When l'm lhrough counfing sheep, And l'm falling asleep, When fhe cares of fhe day are all gone, When 'rhe nighf winds are blowing, And +o dreamland l am going, Where l hope 'ro remain 'lil +he dawn. ln fhe dead of fhe nighf, When fhe Time is iusf right lThe sefling is always lhe samell The wise guy nexi door Walces me up wifh a snore And were off wifh The baseball game. l don? lcnow who's playing, l iusl lie There praying Thai 'rhe lighls a+ fhe game will go dead While Mel OH hils doubles l'm burning wilh froubles While singles swim 'round my head. Durocher is al' il Hes cursing-dad draf if! He only deligh+s in insulling you. l'r'Il never seem righf To play baseball al nighl, Bur fhe players donil borher consulling you. I8