Hoquiam High School - Hesperian Yearbook (Hoquiam, WA)

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,P or just a few of the local high school students inspecting one of the boats at the port dock? Of course the latter is the correct supposition, but one can see by the expressions that the sea breezes are enticing, and don't be surprised if the lure of the sea proves too strong for some of them! Better check over the student body and see if any of this crew have disappeared, for they have a far-away look in their eyes! WI whether you're traveling on a palatial liner or oiling on a freighter, the sights and atmosphere of the b My tropics will be the same. Q, 2 wvigx

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You are about to embark upon a new adven- ture. You are sailing, in fancy at least, as you turn the pages of the pictorial section, upon a voyage which Will take you into the south over a route which touches ports Whose very names fire the imagination. Days become Weeks as the voyage goes on. You stoically keep from your mind the thought of return and think of the ad- venture that lies before you. Lines from Masefield and Noyes drift through your mind and William McFee's amusing novel, No Castles in Spainv takes on added reality after Barranquilla and Puerto Colombia become familiar places. If you haven't read '4Nostromo,'9 vvell, vve envy you, that's all. One day south of Los Angeles and you realize Why all liners bound for the south seas have swimming pools. As you get into smoother Water your ship cruises closer and closer to the shore line until the White spume of the breakers is plainly visible. Thatched huts, sheltered by tall palms, indicate that the pome- granates and papayas that have been appearing on your table after every short stop have not dropped from heaven. .

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.: its M .W .S iff? 0 . N: x l xi w -cAR'11.ieEN.A?s her past is inextricably bound up with the fort that overlooks her harbor. From its shelter sentinels watched, d a y a n d night., lest pirates slip through the narrow Boca Chica chan- nel and attack the city. GRAYS HARBOR - - and Sherman and Senior Pres- ident Jack Ehrhart smile from atop one of the stacks of the motor freighter Europa. Do they anticipate the time when they will sail out of the harbor for ports fabled in poem and story, or are they just a trifle groggy from having climbed to such dizzy heights? Q Mexico, has, surely, one of the loveliest har- bors in existence. Almost landlocked, it is guarded by the second highest lighthouse in the world, and over the city itself float the twin towers of the cathedral, fairy-like bubbles of sapphire blue. Surely those towers were a pure inspiration to make one believe in magic! Once ashore, the illusion that you are in Paradise is rudely shattered by the overpowering odors of cop- ra, garlic, and onions that pervades the atmosphere. Luckily there is always some thing to keep one's feet on the ground.