Highline High School - Pirates Log Yearbook (Burien, WA)

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DEDXCATKON. . . . . For more ihcm ien yecvs, recveohon oi Phqhhne hos been persordhed in our dean of coaches, Mr. Loweh WKqqKns. Fooiboh, WW,-MH. bosheiboh, Mock, Knh'omuroN sporjrsf-To N eoch he has conhibuied urntdhnq energy ond ehorjf. He hos succeeded In mokhnq noi ordy Jfhe o+hKeHc icdenis of hKs pklyersq buf more imporioni. he hos oXso Jrouqhi Them how io ploy foirhf and squcwehf Jfhe game oi He. To hkm, wiih our deep qroh- Tude ond oppreciohon, we dedlcoie The PlroJfes' Loq of WMO.

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-l-he Qnchanted and l've Traveled The breadTh oT The land By highway, river and rail: l've soared on The airways above And Trarnped every overland Trail, BUT There's only one spoT ThaT I love, And l hear iT calling To rne: IT calls, Come back To The Evergreen sTaTe Whei'e The sunseT rneeTs The sea. I musl speed lo lbe cull Ol beloved lluyel Sound. lo lbe nupliczls of llcle and free, KVbere the wood zepbyrs mingle The incense of pine Wlllh the salty lung of the sea. l've walked wiTh The Broadway eliTe And circled vviTh l-lollywood sTars: l've dined wiTh The Wellesley domes And danced To Creole guiTars. BUT l'rn Turning baclf, on The Trail, l'n'i weary oT all The gay round? l'n'i heading norThwesT where The Tish-eaTerS WiTh Their Siwash squaws on The Sound. ln cloud-chrislened meadows, Sol! rncltlressea' Lullb beulber. l'll slumber near moon-mellowed cleeps, Ana' wake lo Ibe whisper Of morn on lbe ranges. Calling from pinmlclecl' sleeps. l've holonobbed wiTh nalaobs abroad And TlirTed wiTh wealTh on The STrand: l've elbowed wiTh capTains oT Trade And lived on The TaT oT The land. BUT l'rn Tired oT inidnighT caTes, l'rn siclf. OT n1inT iulep and yarns, ConTenTed, I'lI live in rny cedar-shake shack Cn a dieT ol qooduclns and clams. ln Ibe lclml of :mf clreums lVhere the CIQC-hO!7OI'UC1' sbufls Pierce the sky will? greenfcc1nop1'ecI' spurs. l'II1ake1hclone1raiI To the snow-Covered crags XVbere the mounlain tops elbow The stars --l-liqhlines PoeT, Cyrus L. GilbeT .45

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PRINCIPAUS ESSAGE M . . . Shining rnounloins, loll frees, ond flowers! Unnurnbered lakes, rivers, ond fhe solfy seo! Who? Q glorious lond in which 'ro live, in which fo work ond ploy during fhe span of our yeorsl A recreolionol oreo so vosf ond loeouliful eorns our deepesl ond mos? loving considerofion. Moy we conserve ond defend if ogoinsf oll firne, ond in so doing may we enjoy if fo lhe full. XUKGJMQW