West Seattle High School - Kimtah Yearbook (Seattle, WA)

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fww- BLUE AND GOLD 'ww- fx, enior Glass fv Qlass of '26 Lord, what a handsome ship she be: Cheer her, sonny boys, three times three. And the dockside loafers gave her a shout As the red-funneled towboat towed her out. Q WERE in '22 as they come aboard ship, an' a right hearty crew o' lubbers they was. They had amongst 'em some officers who was the best I ever laid eyes on. Don King was cap'n, Grace Ginger mate, Dorothy Adjutant purser, an' Marvin Hayes recorder. Sounds good, eh? Wa'll, they cleaned up the fleet with thar football team, and sailed in with a pennant tied to our fo'sail. An' then to top off thet ye'r they had a doin's down in the fo'castle and by the howling it shore were a success. HN' the second-year out in the middle watch, I awoke from a pleasant dream. Them thar secon' year lubbers shore wore raisin' ol' Davy. They nigh swept us ol' timers off ship so ambitious wore they: 17

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'ww' BLUE AND GOLD 'WNM fx, ommencement Speakers .fb Y Q VALEDICTORIAN, DORQTHEA BISSEL SALUTATORIAN, KATHERINE ADAMS JOI-IAN CARTANO GRACE GINGER HENRY KREIGLE DOROTHY ADJUTANT I6

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MM' BLUE AND GOLD ww eniot Hass '26, continued keel-haul me! Yer know, boys, on o'r ship they got a list, on which the best sailors got their names 'icircumscribedn an' blow me when them second yearers got thru bein' Hcircumscribed' on't that wan't hardly eny room fo' the rest o' us. They was led this year by Dan Bosqui, Leland Regan backed him, Don King re- corder and Norman l-loard purser. Yonder round and ruddy is the mellow old moon: The red-funneled tug is gone, and now, sonny, soon We'll be clear o' the channel, so watch how you steer, Ease her when she pitches and so long, my dear. Blow me, but them thar youngsters suttinly know their rig- gin'. Only three ye'rs aboard and already leading us ol' timers. They still kept most o' the list of honor to themselves. They had a new set of off'cers this ye'r' also, Thomas Abbott cap'n, Lester Spittler mate, Calvin Clark keeper of the brass box and Marguerite Berry recorder. On board ship us 'ins had a big doin's we called a carnival and as usual these lads took holt and got up a nifty stunt. They shore be lively. Came to an anchor near us on the flood, Her trucks aloft in sunglow, red as blood. Now my rec'lections gittin' clearer. These here youngsters can't be called lubbers no more. They be full fledged first class seamen now, and hit me with a rnarlin spike, but they shore do look the part, every one o'.'em. They be now led by Ann Parker, and a right smart cap'n she makes. Frank Thornton is mate, Alice Watson be the keeper o' the log and Walter Poot be purser. You don't see no more babiness in ther ways as now. They is even riggin' up the ol' boat and holdin' dances onlt, and blarst me, even us oll back numbers have a jolly time. Fo' four ye'rs they bin a-working on their football team and rig me, they done it, they cleaned the teams o' every ship in the fleet, and by golly they tied another flag to our fo'peak. Thin tu top off theer four ye'rs they rigged up a mighty fine play called Peg o' My Heart or sum sech name an' entertained us all. Blarst me, I niver seed sech actin'. Wa-ll they be now leavin' us 'en we all are sure sorry to see 'em go, 'en we know they will all be rich one o' these days. l3