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

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Ziff g , A ffm rr' ff I f if fZ,g.,.,, Blang, clang-far off in the salty ocean Decked in a shroud of fog-the bell buoy. The sands were cold, lifeless. The dust of thousands ol bones bleaching in The sky was gone: Pulled aside like a curtain To reveal some awesome thing. And there yawned the gaping hole of infinity Salty demons crashed venomously Against the cngry rocks, ' Ar And huge black clouds grapplcd with each other Spitting and spewing their blackness. belching Und writhmg The boardwalks curved about and ran out To meet the sea deserted. The timber rotted and Bright flags and posters laded. An eerie whistle of music floated out- A carousel, the gaudy paradise Ol proud stallions leapt and danced And the hurdie gurdie tune urged them on. A lone figure-he clutched the horse's mane And grabbed for the brass ring and then Was flung dizzily around to try again, around and a ound Three rides for two bits. How many? Why for hours and hours and hou s The barke: sat transfixed For how many hours?-for eternity. And the rider swung around and around. The ring iust out of his grasp. A mad awful scene-EVlL- Around and around and around and once cgain The san bleached it. The rain washed it, The wind buffed it and the sclt blew. And still around and around and around. 11'

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Of course the farrner doesnt have to use a p1g l-le may use a dog wh1ch has no afflnlty for truffles and harvest all he wants However truffle farmers are an 1deal1st1c lot and must preserve the 1dYlllC tableau of Man and hrs Pra Not that a doa 1sn t n1ce but next to a pta would you compare a lark to an aardvark? a slrthy tove to a borogrove? hmrnrnrn7' You bet your senlor button you wouldnt Well that s about 1t You now know as much about ratsrng truffles as l do out dont let that d1scourage you You go rlght out lnto your backyard and rarse all the truffles you want And you needn t fear 1nsan1ty elther s1nce hances are you dont own pras ln fact anyone who would keep pras 1n h1s backy ard lS deftnltely straraht Jacket rnaterral Nom ttat your 1ntellectual curlosrty has been aroused concernlna truffles r teel su e you w1ll tntrnedrately get all the tnformatton ava1lable on the subnec and really get to know rt v ell l rearet trtat l cannot cont1nue thxs parte any further as l must now hasten to my backyard to feed my ptas KDSEPH RUSSO Ufll YA!!! -LUN Vt e all attended the funeral O1 our late dear uncle Dan The pnest extolled the vlrtues O1 thxs truly dear old man Vie all were sad and grxevmg You could tell that from our tears how we regretted hrs departure How we loved hrm all these years Then we trudged off toward hxs munsxon For the readmg of the wxll Of course thls meant nothmg to us We d rather have Dan wrth us stlll He d not forget us ln hls testament Fo he loved us as we lover' hxm But we shouldnt talk ol money On a day so sad and grxm The lawyer s readrng what Dan hed wxshed St essmg each word for clarxty Oh no no no thus cannot be I c gave h1s dough to charxty Dear Uncle Dan the dxrty cur Rnd every l1kew1se synonym But I guess the end result d d show That he loved us as we loved htm STANLEY SOLOMON I6 1 - r A f V I ' A I . . . , . . Ot J . , 7 , . . . , , . . , . , . - 1 ff ' ' ' ' ' V . . , Y, Y . . . , . Y 1 7 . . . . l , Q f YQ . . .. . . . . . . Q , . , , . - V t ' . v' 1. 1 , . f 1 v ,f 1 X . . I f ' I7 ' r 1' . A r I 1 1 v . . I v

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And the And the And the And the And the gay flags blew off musxc stopped motor broke down barker had turned to dust sea was close so close Eatmg up the sands but strll around and around And the nng the brass rxng He had caught xt And at last wnth an angry whxrr The carousel was no more And he was flung to the sands The sea grabbed lor the rmg And tears flowed mto the ocean And he was carrred m a cradle ol sea and salt For lar away from the shores untxl He sank neath the last waves MARCIA BALLIS Bc ware' A eadly frpor c e ps Wrm gleammg eye o stee l qurcklv tur away to hrd The ter or that I feel Tre suddenly I roorc agar lr read of slvny uglm ss The splendor of a rose Sweet fragrance graceful oeau Do Q worldrous spell xrnpa l touch the sllken petals DROPS OF POISON PIERCE MY HEART SA QDRA OLSHFVER Txs midnight and we sleep A sleep that overpowers and mesmerxzes our senses A sleep that mullles nature s breathmg Tl'e murmurrng of a vagrant breeze Caressmg the wet pavement The mcessant surgmg of waves agcnnst the shore Pll are excluded from our tranquil slumber Tas mrclmght A day has dred a day IS born 'I8 ROBERT CUTICK , . , . , . . . ' d r e , ' 1 '. .5 f . l, ' A n ' 'e Lf r . 1, '. n , ' ' 'n But now my eyes disclose is . Q ' ' ers - , ' Ty' 4 v -IS. I . . . . . .