Banning High School - San Gorgonian Yearbook (Banning, CA)

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Workin’ Dad I N ’rithmetic at school our teacher, Miss Lunker, give us a nawful hard lesson. One of them problems was turible, none of us boys could work it ’tall. When supper was over I asked dad if he’d work it fer me. He sed, “Of course I will,” so I got my ’rithmetic an’ slate an’ he started out ter work it fer me. Purty soon he took off his coat an’ collar. Thin I kind a slipped ’round behind ’im ter see ther fun. He worked fer ’while more, thin he ®) begin ter perspire turible an’ jest kind a looked at it fer ’bout fifteen minutes. After he’d bin lookin’ that way fer so long, he pulled out his watch’n looked at it and said he had to go down town. He didn’t get home ’til I was plum ’sleep either’n he was gone next moren’ afor I got awake. RAYMOND HENDRICKS, ’20. © Blank Verse Were you ever in Banning in Spring-time? When brown trees blossom forth in their splendor Of snowy blossoms, fairy pink and white. The almond first in clustering flowers rare, The apricot and peach do follow hard Upon, and then so many others come, ] I think a mighty volume would not hold ) ) The beauties of our little town, untold. The johnny-jump-ups, little violets,— The delicate, dainty, baby-blue eyes,— While yellow poppies change the fields to gold. Thus California flowers wondrous fine, Do help to make this little country town Most beautiful, the ever loved, Banning. MAY HARGRAVE. PAGE ELEVEN

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Spring Flowers We know that flowers are To see and smell, and not to be described, But now since Spring’s arrived The bright new buds on all the trees we see. On all the hills near by Bright poppies gleam, but in the fields below Small yellow violets grow. The daffodil and buttercup dotted Here and there, look spotted In a field of green, where children try To catch the butterfly, $ And small boys with eager hopes do try To make sweet wreaths just for The lassie which to them is daintier more Than all the rest. MARGARET GRAHAM, ’18 ee ee ee The Green and White ifere’s to the High School whose colors we wear, Here’s to the Green and White! Green are our meadows in springtime so fair, Our orchards so bounteous and bright. White bloom our almonds, a-wondrous sight, And white gleam the snows on yon mountain’s height. Hail! Hail to the High School whose colors we wear, Hurrah for the Banning High! Here’s to the High School whose colors we wear, Here’s to the Green and White! No truer emblems does Nature prepare To guide our hearts aright. Green is for vigor, strength and youth, And white is for purity, peace and truth. Hail! Hail to the High School whose colors we wear, Hurrah for the Banning High! JESSIE M. ROBERTSON. PAGE TEN

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A cA Railroad Accident T last we were on the train. We had forgotten to buy our tickets at the station and had to pay ten per cent. more for them on the train. Just as father handed the tickets to the conductor, there was a crash at the front of the train. The jar took the conductor, who was shaped like a deformed barrel, by surprise and he tumbled to the floor. I have learned since that this was caused by the tendency of a body in motion to remain in motion unless influenced by some outside force. We were not concerned by the theory then and made a rush for the door. When we arrived outside we found that a freight train had crashed against our train and our train got the worst of it. Several win- dows were broken but no one was seriously hurt. EDGAR McALLISTER, ’20. cMy Garden My garden bed’s a riot of glorious bloom! Beneath the breath of May’s sweet breeze, Graceful hollyhocks stand in a stately row Rainbow-tinted sweet peas climb o’er the fence; The pansy and the violet beds are all aglow, And marigolds along the graveled walks Lift up their heads to catch the morning dew; The incense from the china lilies fair, Is wafted slowly on the balmy air, To lure and hold the busy honey bee. FRANCES GILMAN, ’17. PAGE TWELVE