Hicksville High School - Comet Yearbook (Hicksville, NY)

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It Is Not How Long, but How Well We Live. John Ray MS ■COCKTAIL LOUMGeI 20

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On the first day you stepped out of the September sun into the annoying task of being a sophomore, easy enough to survive, and while making new friends and copying their homework you suddenly emerged as a junior experienced in the ways of the world. But Fate had placed new obstacles in your path, terrifying, insurmountable. V Yet good triumphed over evil as you conquered college boards and learned how to deal with those notorious hall mothers and how to bluffhaving a pass when you really didn't and how to cut ahead on the lunch line inconspicuously. When the smoke had cleared from grades ten and eleven and thought you were getting a good education you became a senior, and now you came to know the great glories and privileges of our last year, hopefully, in the old school. A senior year was homework undone, sleep, impatience, graduation, then memories. calm- You children don't have any respect for us hall mothers. Standing majestically in the smoke of drag races along Division Avenue Hicksville Senior High School has braved weather, expansion, and a bitter taste of austerity in maintaining its well-earned position as educator of the masses, keeper of the faith, and defender of truth, justice, and the American way. Historically, the Catchatoree Indians, a now-extinct tribe who built their village on what is today a municipal parking lot, had a legend of an old squaw, who, while picking corn out near Hicksville Creek, heard the voice of the great white spirit: On this site you buildum heap big school When the tribe told the Dutch settlers of the legend, one farmer, who knew real estate, seized the tribe’s cornfields out by the spot of the legendary revelation. 22