Hoquiam High School - Hesperian Yearbook (Hoquiam, WA)

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. . . and formidable as it looks, the old fortress there wasn't stolid enough to keep Mor- gan, that most daring of pirates, from sacking the beautiful city it guarded. But shrewd as he was, the citizens of Panama outwitted him by Whitewashing their beloved gold altar, and he passed up as Worthless the most Valuable piece of property in the city. like liquid em- eralds laps at the roots of the palm-lined b e a e h e These are the south seas and Central America. Why work when- -A 'sl-nv is reached by a cactus-bordered road thru the mountains And the monkeys have no tails in Zamboanga - wonder if they do in Curacao. At any rate, We know there are plenty of those intrig- uing animals there. -Q , v 2- Y Y 1+ -X- X

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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.

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7-lie 7720014 is The moon is up, the stars are bright, The wind is fresh and free! 'VVelre out to seek for gold tonight Across the silver sea! The World was growing gray and old, Break out the sails again! lYe're out to seek a Realm of Gold Beyond the Spanish lWain. Vxleire sick of all the cringing knees, The courtly smile and liesl God, let thy singing Channel breeze Lighten our hearts and eyesl Let love no more be bought and sold For earthly loss or gain, VVe're out to seek an Age of Gold Beyond the Spanish Klain. Beyond the light of far Cathay, Beyond all mortal dreams, Beyond the reach of night and day Our EI Dorado gleams, Revealing-as the skies unfold- A star Without a stain, The Glory of the Gates of Gold Beyondthe Spanish Nlain. TH 5 -Jlfred Noyes ' 1- ' f Y i