Hewlett High School - Patches Yearbook (Hewlett, NY)

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TX T' ix X The Battle of the Buttons An unadorned shirt alone there sits, Exhausted from the tiring war of wits, Forced hrutally into a fight so vile, By unrelenting laws of lvy Style. Before this pretense to the throne was feigned, The nude straight collar undefeated reigned, With never a sign to tell that days would come, W When laurel wreaths helong to other ones. And now the field with dye of threads dark stained, The huttoned collar vantage now has gained, But in the end victorious who will he, Remains for future years' results to see. My Brother's Executioner I have lived, and I am old With hiting memory of hearts so hold, For I have seen, and I have done Things from which simple men would run. I sit here thinking all the time, In this hlaclc asylum of mine, Furl have memories, oh yes, I have done little, hut should have done less. I saw my own helovecl friend. I saw my brother reach his end, I felt his pain when the guillotine hit, And I was present at the pit. I cried and cried hut to no avail, I couldn't malce him cringe with fear, lcould only hy his graveside, drop a tear. So now I have come to the end of my life, The end of all trouhle, the end of all strife. Morhid and gruesome I surely must soun', For I was the executioner in our town. NORMAN BUKSBAUM 48 NANCY AUGUSTUS ,,,,fdi ww-,,.,a-f '5 '-u-. 'LR -fx...,,...,X s..--x',,x'-NY Legend of s h Merry with mead. i e f m Plundered and pill ,g ed eaceful plain Routing the righteo s wit tous re 's Taunting and trouh ng t 'fie towns Valiants vied with vi for Trapping this terrihle trouh - trihe Led hy their love and oyalty thar Dauntless defender of Doth ' De Courageous champions they c : - ' - f 1 ' churls Restoring the righteous, refo ' - f gues Piracy perished, peace n w r : ory, ll. Fervently fighting. th forge e ' -fyf ... 1 9 ' ' s. ary Ann Amdu

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X ,-n ,s - We i I wl- .HI X Squirrn Being Squires, we really had to put our noses to the potter's wheel. As a result of the charge of the HVVhite hrigade, we started an Honors English Ill Seminar and were introduced to American History via India. John and Dan were chosen to lead us. Friar H4-agle's tennis team was paced to a winning season hy Steve. and the Squires formed the haclcloone of the Section ll Championship Tract: team. Judy, lVlary Ann, Danny, and Lynn served out part ol their squireship as Bulletin editors. .loan and Chuclc hecame right hand men ol the newly qenovated round table, while H400-Speech Pete and director Nancy attracted Peasants. Pages and Knights alilce to the Squire play, The Perfect lcliotf' lt was ohvious that our goal was just across the moat when we hegan ordering Rings of the Realm. Junior Boards lowered the drawhridge, and we trudged through the triumphal arch to receive the accolade of Knighthood. Knights ln the month when the trees of Sherwood turned scarlet, we arrived-new Knights sporting chrome-trimmed chargers and jousting licences. Linda acceded l dl to top position at the round table under the watchful eye ol' our lvlerlin, --l lxlr. Schwartz. Lynn assumed leadership of the Bulletin stall. After a colorful X F3 football season, Lorie and David started assembling Patches with the help of LLCT ,leannie's very talented art committee and a score ol' Knightly assistants. Amlyas- sadors ol other kingdoms, Eva, Adolfo, and Gojlco enlightened our population, C. while in Hislish we delved deeply for original thoughts. During the rash ol Senior K Parties and fund drives, we chilled to the Thunder ot Sycamore Street tahly X: directed hy Jeannie, and applied to colleges. Fidgeting at the mailhox, we Knights ' somehow made it to June and farewell. .,i I sl A :X . I tfxiv ' ' i Qi Q, .',xQ Wm, N v 1 X wi -yxxw If xy' xN:s r X I sfxwf' ' ,Ss i if e 3K .' -X -QV l' J i s ' L-L - - I N ' - - .., fx, wx f

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fi We have seen destruction deep within the shadow. Will lt he again through ourselves serls to all lrlce shadows: DANIEL LEVIN Ode to the Grandfather Clock You've lcept the time for centuries, Though worn and ohsolete, symmetrically and constantly Produced a steady heat. The secret tales and untold thoughts Your mechanisms hold, The minutes of heroic acts That malce the wealcling hold. The time it toolc a strapping lad To run around a traclc, May mold a shining destiny Or malce a future hlaclc. The many lives you've ticlced away, Your tapping through the hush, Your time may hring a new-horn child With cheelcs of rose and lmlush. And when l die, my wise old friend. When time has -talcen me. Youll still he standing straight and tall For other eyes to see. The lcnowledge you've collected, sir Must malce your insides reelc, What ideal thoughts this world would gain you could spealcl ELLEN RUBENSTEIN