Kentridge High School - Accolade Yearbook (Kent, WA)

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Someone is waiting for the reception and the glory. Julie Coluccin Art work by Rick Trimble Seven to Six Battling through thick and thin, Straining from every muscle. Sweat flowing like wild rivers, Past stone eyes. Voices cheer and cry Louder than before, ln the end. Only destiny can determine that in those final minutes The victory would be lost. Flinging fiercely the floating ball The outstretched fingers trembled. The odds were against us And so was the score. The fans pondered silently Over moist eyes and sore throats. The game was over Richland had Won. Jerry Gingrich Student Arr Section 119

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Tis A Year Tis o yeor ofter the yellow ribbons Who would hove soid, We'd still hove peoce! ? Our boys thought they would be leoving for good, the hostoges come home ond oll wos forgot. Tis o yeor ofter the inougurotion of Reogon he wos shot, Anwor Sodot wos killed Who would hove soid, We'd still hove peoce! ? Reogon lived, Lennon died ond oll wos forgot. Tis o yeor we ot Kentridge went on to glory of our own We went to the Kingdome to try our best our bond won proise, drill teom too! but then come Spring ond oll wos forgot. Tis o yeor ot school, we will never forget A the teochers ond closses, friends ond good times Moybe we'll meet ogoin - moybe not What wos the nome? l think I forgot. fills? Q -,L tx ! -. K M X 'Q rx , x S ry T . P l- g iit 1 ' ig ll T il QS? S - A 4.2921- if M ff? .gi fs X' 'ii i.. 0 if I A ' - , - r..:g gi F, ... b r kk.. A An work by Jennifer Gillnef Denise Bonfill 120 Student Art Section rivmu uy aww .mlm