Roosevelt High School - Strenuous Life Yearbook (Seattle, WA)

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PULL SAIL Oh, it's turn her prow out again! Farewell, fair city, to your seven hills, farewell! The coarse breeze is heavy with salt. The deck rolls underfoot and the bellying sails hum overe head. The dying sun hangs on the last brink of space and trails for us her crimson train. Oh, turn lier prow out and away!

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THE RESTPTIL PORT Ah, what peace in a restful port! What joy of indolence! What soothing lulls between heavy seas! There is no calm more serene than the repose of the seaman's heart when with sails all limp, his ship slides into port, and lolls at anchor. The city, through the misty haze of evening, seems a world of dreams, built with dreams, wooing him from the stern struggle of his combat with the sea.

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IITO Til KOITI Long have we tamed the imperious watersg they are ours and act our will. We are' the masters where the blue Pacific swells her gentle floods and where the rude Atlantic heaves her white-flecked surges. Yet into the whitened North sailed the Norwegian Maude to fix the pole. Locked sea and locked landg raw blew the hoarse Northern blast, but the tiny bark nosed on, till a gray dawn broke on the unknown night above the icy fields.