Hicksville High School - Comet Yearbook (Hicksville, NY)

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THROUGH THE YEARS Hicksville High School, September, 1946 SPECIAL TO THE COMET” We, the class of 1950, tripped up the stairs (the stairs have since been fixed) to our first classes at H. H. S. We were small in stature and gigantic in intellect (or so we presumed) but yet we hoped to strike the hallowed halls with force and leave our mark forever. It was with force, indeed, for that year and the following that the cracked ceiling and walls and the warped floor in the gym had to be replaced. The cloak of superiority was discarded and we succumbed to the desires and pranks of the upperclassmen. The Black team won the Magazine Campaign and the poor unfortunates on the Orange team had to cater to the victors. (Don’t you remember carrying tha; load of Chemistry equipment to the lab for a member of the Black team?) We worked, though, and our Freshman Event— Freshman Night”—was a huge success. Although we didn t study very well, our general attitude was poor and the teachers didn’t appreciate our humor, we were still allowed to matriculate at H. H. S. Hicksville High School, September, 1947 SPECIAL TO THE COMET” We, those who were still in the class of 1950, returned to our positions as 'wise fools’ and attempted to change the impression that we left as Fresh- men. The tide of school life caught us up and swirled us through studies, sports and entertainments until we could barely catch a short breath. Our studies improved in spite of haste, our general attitude was now only fair and the teachers were still bored with our juvenile pranks. But we still got around H. H. S. Hicksville High School, September, 1943 SPECIAL TO THE COMET” We, those who believed we were in the Class of 1950, held up our heads because we were Upperclassmen. We worked hard before, but the years ahead were to be busier than ever. No longer did we feel inferior; we too could have a voice in school affairs through the medium of the newly organ- ized S. C A. We yelled the strongest when the Football team became the North Shore Champions and wailed the loudest when the Basketball team lost nearly every game. Those :n the Social Register were staggered by the elaborate presentation of the Junior Prom. L’ll Abner had a fit when the wrong Daisy Mae asked him to the Sadie Hawkins dance and those on the Orange team also had fits when asked to give the victorious Black team a dance. You never would guess that we had been here only three years by the amazing way we studied. Our jokes were really funny and the teachers had begun to enjoy us. One more year to go at H. H. S. Hicksville High School, September, 1949 SPECIAL TO THE COMET” We, those who have labored for three years and are still in the Class of 1950, finally started the last mile. The teachers, growing tired of our antics, ganged up on us and beat us at our own game. (Basketball, that is.) The Student-Faculty game and the Senior Ball were highlights of our closing year; preparations for the Senior Play were hilarious (who ever thought tha Tootie could derail a trolley?) and the Washington Trip was the climax of our 12-year educational spree. Did you know that the faculty had so sharp- ened our sense of beautv that in the popularity poll Lucille M. was voted The Best Dish in the Cafeteria ? Studv habits have been completely revo- lutionized (Class Average r ) ; one of our Class Jokers honed to become a Commercial Artist (R. Maggi) and our high humor was exhibited at the” basketball game. After we attained all these goals, the Board of Education saw fit to get rid of (graduate) us. They don’t realize our virtues yet!

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WASHINGTON TRIP

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