West Seattle High School - Kimtah Yearbook (Seattle, WA)

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fl u- 1 lx-I ff: Senior Class Poem I H hail, ye Juniors, Sophs and Frosh and students grave or gay, For twenty-three is leaving you, forever and for aye. Welve put our books back on the shelf, checked in our locker keys, And evermore may twenty-four enjoy the use of these. H Our will reposing in the vault is one that can't be broke, And it will call a sudden halt on many Junior folk, For not alone to this one class belong the gifts we hold, But to every one whose work is done Where they wear the blue and gold. IH So we bequeath in solemn script, the things we dearest hold. And pass them on by pen or lip, these memories of old: That all who hear and all who see, may rightly value too, These treasures free of twenty-three that it now wills to you. IV These memories of golden days on diamond, court or track. The rousing cheers and purple haze when a football line falls back. Our own assembly faintly dim, the stage all bathed in glow, When Loyal and Florence, Hall and Jim starred in the Senior show. V The countless memories of games, pink-slips and office desk. The HAH thatls written on a card when one has done his best. A thousand treasured thoughts like these all bind us with a chain. A chain of happy memories that pulls us back again. VI When we have left this school behind we still in fancy see The things and folks, the mirth and jokes of nineteen twenty-three. The ideals and the lessons learned stay by us all life through And this we owe to our own school, the school that is 'itrue-blue. CARoLYN BLAIN. 4