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

Page 11 text:

: Ee TT- 'F V .:.,. L i f x 3, ..... ..., 1'w'1g I7 I UA ,X .ef f f J ff if ji, i X lf, 4 . I fp f ' T . ,ii J X lf! X X' ig? 'ti 0 Let us look ahead. You have heen living through a most unsettled and rapidly changing period, creating new demands upon your courage, intelligence, and strength. You are now faced with a crisis which threatens all our ideals of democracy and freedom. Whitt are you doing to aid in this national emergency and to prepare your' selves for the readjustmcnt that must come later? Of course you are willing to make sacrifices and practice discipline now, But have you thought that health, education, and citizenship will he douhly needed when this present holocaust is over? You are not only the producer and director, hut you are also playing the lead in the production of the most important film of life. The final picture will appear, not on a celluloid strip, hut in yourself. The final value will not he measured in dollars and cents, hut rather in the part you play in the vital issues that affect your community and your country. This should leave a challenge to you. Will your finished production he a one, two, or a three star feature? Smrerely, PRINCIPAL

Page 10 text:

1 xy l .al if IN I I I J . 4 J' 1 ca, 1, c I L rl? ig' 'sn N V 0 More than ten years ago, Highline High School was blest with the arrival of a new principalg one who was destined to see Highline emerge from the ranks of inconspicuous country high schools to a position of leadership among the schools of the state. Through all these years Mr. Baker has guided the destinies of each succeeding Pirate Clan witha sure hand, betokening a clear, alert mind. In each, he has instilled a sense of loyalty and devotion unsurpassed in any school. Having done his bit for Highline as a school, Mr. Baker moves on this year to a more exalted position. He has been appointed superintendent of the newly reorganized Highline School District, which includes not only the high school but also the grade schools of the district. Although we are sorry to see Mr. Baker leave, we rejoice with him in his promotion. As a token of our esteem, therefore, we consider it an honor and a privilege to be able to dedicate this volume to one for whom we hold the deepest affection and admiration-our true friend and counselor, Lyman D. Baker. L W Y iw .,.. ,, 7 x

Page 12 text:

' Q I . 1 The Return. . . ,, r lg? it l on I Following his yearly custom, Highline's Mr. Chips has given to the students of Highline a fresh bit of humor, philosophy, and wisdom penned after a visit to his boyhood home. Last year I made my hrst return to blessed scenes of childhood, From over thirty years, sojourn in tangled Western wildwood. To that best spot on earth, says I, I'll set me out to travelf My friends I bade a quick goodbyeg my flivver hit the gravel. v In glee I jammed the throttle down and gave Old Liz the liniitg Fond thoughts were whirling inianlfy crown full sixty miles a minuteg I headed for the rising gun enrdpt in reminiscence Of happy times forever gone in years of adolescence. Whene'er I camped upon the green and lay in my pajamas, I visioned all those byfgone scenes in pleasant panoramas. Bright flowers in their gala dress flung fragrance from the prairieg june zephyrs proffered their caress as gentle as a fairy. Each morn in haste I ate and drank and quickly packed my awningg My heart danced as I spun the crank and steered into the dawningg I conjured up those youthful joys to aged memory sacred, The swimming hole, the gang of boys and every fellow naked. Through storm and sun I hurried on, obeying youth's insistence, My trusty flivver raced along with speed cops in the distanceg One blistering day in grime and heat I reached the land of grangers, And rattled into Boyville Streetgthe town was full of strangers! I searched the byfstreets, through the mart, no gleam of recognition, The oldftime fire that warmed my heart soon lost its tense ignition, No boyhood pal to welcome me, no friend a hand to proffer, The young folks winked mischievously and said, l'Whoys that old dujjfer? Bright flowers bloomed beside the way with all their oldftime lustreg Gay birds were chattering through the day with all their wonted bluster This somehow failed to give me cheerg my soul was filled with hunger To meet the friends I held so dear in my days when I was younger. The old gangs gone and faded seer that varicolored picture, Lifes scenes must change and nothing here can long remain a jixtureg The swimming hole without the boys can never be alluring, Without the friends no earthfmade joys can ever be enduring. -CYRUS L. GILBERT.