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

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From the Bridge . ,gill ICQ A. LYLE KAYE, Vice Principal FIR T M TEO DUTY 1'Ros1ficc'1' Poirsrr near the head ol' Admiral VVav and only a liew steps to the north from West Seattle High School, reveals to astonished eyes a city of uncomparable beauty in a setting of thrilling' loveliness. Wide stretched in the foreground spread the waters of lilliott llayg beyond the hay looms the serried city, flanked with countless doeks and wharves serving shipping from the Seven Seas. Against the horizon to the north and east and west uprear the mountains. Water and mountain girt as Seattle is, sea-faring and mountaineering are the natural heritage of her sons and daughters. Day in and day out these encircling mountains and waters keep broad- casting to each of us: Be yourselfg widen your horizonsg set your plans alloat. Worlds of knowledge and saving ideas galore await your discovery and used? A. Lyme KAYIC, Vice Pfiflcijmf. -10-

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1 'ffl fl. ' it ,f A gf if A h 's ll Wm.. H elm H. REED FULTON, l'1'incipal KIPPER OF GOCD HIP . . IIB rwosic of a cedar canoe grates upon the pebbly lreachg the white sails of a llour-inaster billow down as the anchor chain rattles outg the great liner slides ghostlike through the fog to its dock . . . all with a purpose. ,-X pulsing tug noses past with loaded bargesg a rusty freighter, with derrick booms both fore and aft, points toward the Straits ol' tluan de Fueag grey war monsters steam by in line . . . all with a purpose. Sweuty men wrestle with the cargoes disgorgctl or to he swallowedg silvery salmon slide toward the iron chinkg whole piles of slaughtered trees swing up on mighty eahlesg a million hoxes and crates carry the barter of the s nations . . . all with a purpose. Purpose, purposel--the rhythm of the waterfront. Sllicgo l L'1,'1'oN. -9-

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'f DR. DONALD, NYLEN, Counselorg ICSTHER PARKER, Secretzlry I VIG TOR OF THE HIP 66 A'I'IHCR,i, I asked the old one sitting in a sheltered nook on the dock, 'Lwhj' do you Colne hercfn I waited long. Then, quietly he answered: I iirst came in the morn, pulsing with the vigor of life. Indian, beast and bird eyed me as niy hand took saw and hannner.', I eanie at noon. Ships from the seven seas Iay at the docks. Cargo of riches-spices from India, gold from Alaska, silks from China, and rugs from Persia. Men sought and bought and wrought. UI come at sunset. A golden glow touches the world. The sea rests. But the tang of salt air, the s1neII of seaweed, the lapping of waves is theref' My eyes turned from the hurrying throng in the street to the distant shore. That shore seemed to lead on to Olympic peaks gleaming afar like a bridge to the sky. h-DoNA1,D NYIIILN. ,ll-