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

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jnmzwnlzd Early man gave us the beginning. His curiosity, reasoning and inventiveness created the first wheel. Maybe this wheel was just a log used for rollers or a circular object for rough carts but a wheel was a beginning. Progress, even from the time of those ideas, is often measured by the wheel they created. From a Chinese treadmill to a Coulee Dam Dynamo spans a chain of uncountable links: each one a new thought, a new plan, and each one as important as the first. Without these, the busses and cars that brought us to school would not exist. Our little brothers and sisters would have few of the toys they play with. There would be no clocks to remind us when to get up in the morning, when to go to bed at night, when it is time for lunch Cwe really don't need clocks to tell us thisl, and when to go to the next class. Indeed. we would probably still be dragging each other around by the hair. This is a book of memories . . . Kimtah. Years from now we will look back and remember our life here at school, which we can compare to a giant wheel. Its hub is our student government and faculty, and its spokes are all our activities, clubs, even a little actual school work in some cases. The rim of our wheel, the part on which it actually rests, is represented by the student body, we ourselves, who are the really important part. Our wheel rolls down a road, a road of high school. 'wh 1

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Memories

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In silence, and a smile Enduring peace The pain. A quiet work A lifted palm In swarming halls For shifting youth. Still warmth Of thought Of being, Born of knowing Feeling With gentle mind The tender oddities Of young Of generations Yet Unborn. The shiny shoes A thick-soled surety Peroxide brush Stiff Groping insecurity. Long arm Of understanding Reaching From the heart To punish And to hold. All one- Protection and reproof. You knew. And spoke. And we The brilliant young Raised strange The proud new minds To hear. There is a love In little things. There is a life In everything. And it is good IL Of waiting And regret, perhaps . . . But do not speak Of me. Of you. What Did you do in school Today? That's new, that's new. New things are Good to take The place of o1d. A pause, A silence, and a smile. A simple man, A greater man Is he Who can In silence, and a smile Say more than words T0 be. Than noises To walk . . Molded - - - Into ruts Simplicity. BY Years I went down-town today. Qf over usage. First time: And saw Words are void. So many little things I had not seen Before, Or known. New places. Always there But changed. Young faces, Product of Past years Of care. So it is better Then To stop. To hold, To offer now, In silence and a smile This book For you. -IOAN C. BELL Some of us knew him better than others, but there are no students who will forget his smile, or friendly hello, as he stood in the front hall. The conversations that took place around the school following his retirement show the man that Mr. Kaye is. AN ATHLETE: He's for the kid, and he sure doesn't hide it. He's the kind of guy that you can talk to. He'll listen to what you got to say . . . just like he'd listen to his own kid. BOY IN A CAR: I never thought much about skipping - my grades were up. I talked to him. He didn't bawl me out, but . . . I dunno. He just made me stop and think about it . . . A TEACHER: If you called up to say you were sick, he would say, 'Oh, I'm so sorry,' instead of 'thank you for calling,' and then he would ask if it was serious, and say that he hoped you would be all right. Mr. Kaye is like that. STUDENT IN THE HALL: My grades weren't too sharp, and I wanted my E. D. so I could work. He didn't say no, and let it slide. I told him why I had to work, and that I had been having trouble at home before- the final tests. I said my grades would be better. Yeah, I got my E. D. STUDENT IN BOYS' CLUB OFFICE: . , and he always we slipped up on they 'clean up' program, and waited until the the principal. Mr. Fulton hadn't checked the completed plan. Mr. Kaye went over it with us. It was a progressive program, us the final okay, but he did. tried to help you. Remember when last minute to get an okay from and he wasn't in the building but and he Wouldn't have had to give BOY AT HIS LOCKER: You bet he's all right. Take that time that I got those demerits . . . Not many, but that's not the point. He- said 'Hi' when I came in, and I sat down. Then we talked, and I wasn't nervous. When I told him what happened I knew I was wrong. How could I mind the demerits when he smiled, and didn't give me a lecture? RICHARD HALL