Corona High School - Coronal Yearbook (Corona, CA)

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SENIOR CLASS ROLL Harold Beach Elva Farrar Clair Hutchinson Helen Hilt Bernice Fairbanks Katheryn Sias Lloyd Towne Floy Gleason Clarkson McNary Irene Nonhof Alice Miller Everett Tilson Jewel Allensworth Ben Hamner Ethelyn Hampton Catherine Scoville JUNIOR CLASS ROLL Roy Root Hallie Maxwell Bernice Blanchard Leila Tuthill Willis Archer Naomi Adams Maxfield Baird Ruth Tuthill Constance Arborn Stanley Davis Naomi Shafer Donald Sias Dorothy Tuthill Eugene Field Wakefield Byrkit Lewis Fredley Leo Thomas SOPHOMORE CLASS ROLL Vella Rycraft Harry Bell Doris Hampton Adelaide Jameson John Hartsock Ethel Farrar Lee Shaw Wilma Archer Clifford Strong Leone Fink Floramae Forehand Mabel Aldrich Grace Utter Lillian Geith Marion Williamson Edward Rogers Ruth Bruckman Maude Twomey FRESHMAN CLASS ROLL Ruth McNeil Dorothy Bell Murle Colbern Madalen Geith Leo Kronen Lovel Engle Carlos McCully Lester Harris Gertrude Mick Merl Harris Edward Hilt Reba Colbern Elizabeth Viley Lucille Lloyd Edith Epperheimer Ruth Dudley Christina Fear Grace Bliss Edward Knight Fred Foster Ruth Shafer Max Ferguson Charlie Harrington Elizabeth Utter Paul Gleason Harry Carter Peter Boele Alfred Daniels Esther Carter Frank Parlapiano Robert Harding Herbert Stambaugh Nikola Tower Katharine Ware June Webster Edwin Freeman Ray Marlatt Orville Mick Page Fourteen

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This is Bernice Fairbanks. She i s gener- ally known as “Bunny She shows her school spirit by playing in the basket ball team and singing in the Girls ' Glee Club. In Natty Bumppo, the class play, she appeared as one of the kidnapped girls and did justice to her part. There lives a maiden named Irene, A loyal member of fourteen; In things literary She’s talented, very. And in music she surely is keen. Catherine is a sunny lass, Rain or shine, she comes to school For she simply has to pass, So she learns them rule by rule All her lessons, everyone; Treats with kindness every creature. Loves her school mates, has some fun. Breaks no rules and minds her teacher. Alice Miller is just this, One that we love and one we’d miss; She came a Junior and steadily rose Until she was treading the Senior’s toes, Now she is numbered one in our class, This girl from the North, our bright little lass. Page Thirteen

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“IDLE HOURS” M. VICTOR STALEY ’Tis sweet our idle hours to pass, Quite fancy free, Far from the scenes of busy life, The world’s unrest, its selfish strife, And jealousy; And just to dream our cares away. In cool retreat, Hedged round about with shady bowers Of ivy green and budding flowers, All perfume sweet; To dream and dream, till all our thoughts Grow good and kind; Till bitter memories slowly cease, And frozen heart melts into peace With all mankind. Oh, would that all our idle hours Might be thus blest, And noblest thoughts enrich the mind, Till, in life’s closing hour, we find God’s perfect rest. Page Fifteen