Weatherwax High School - Quinault Yearbook (Aberdeen, WA)

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-aifn Q' ISR? DEDICATION We of Grays Harbor, are indebted to the sea around us. We depend on it for food, industry and pleasure. The mystery, complexity, and vastness of the ocean can never truly be expressed. We know little of the stirrings that are constantly in motion. The deep, dark waters hold innumerable unsolved mysteries. We are aware, how- ever, that one cannot stand on the shore without realizing the immensity of surging power before him. Much of the vast storehouse of the ocean is still to be uncovered and utilized. The waves roll in endlessly-sometimes lapping at the soft sand play- fullyg oftentimes pounding the shore with its turbulence. The sea has many moods. It is only fitting, then, that we, the Class of l958,dedicate this Quinault to the Ocean, which benefits us in so many ways, both known and unknown. Page 4

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. .V E-u..,n.s. . , , . SEA FEVER I rnust down to the seas again, for the call of the running ticle, Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be deniedg And all I ask is a windy clay with the white clouds flying, And flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea gulls crying. I must down to the seas again to the vagrant gypsy life, To the gulls way and the whales way where the wind's like a whetted knifeg All I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow rover And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over. John lW45!A21J Page 5