Corona High School - Coronal Yearbook (Corona, CA)

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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

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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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‘‘Come, boys,” shouted the yell leader. One last big cheer for Mace, who’s going to get that cup for us tomorrow. Everybody in on this. Let ’er go.” Hip-hip-horrah ! Hip-hip-horrah ! Hip-hip-horrah ! Mace!” Loud rang the echo of the champion’s name from the assembly room of Hanford High. The jolly-up for the championship tennis match was just over and the students, confident of victory, noisily hurried to their class rooms. “Mr. Mace,” exclaimed Miss Brown, just before dismissing the class, “Y ou are failing in your studies, I am afraid you cannot enter the game to- morrow.” Ed Mace looked dumbly up at his teacher. The words rang in his ears, “You cannot enter the game tomorrow.” She surely had spoken to him, yes, for everyone was staring at him, and she was also looking directly at him. But she couldn’t mean to keep him out of the game. Why, what would the school do, as he was their best player. He knew he hadn’t studied much, but look at the long weeks of practice spent. And now, when he was in the best condition, and knew he could win, a teacher had to tell him, “You are failing in your subjects, you cannot enter the game.” He sat, looking around in a dazed way, for a minute, when he again heard the same voice. “I guess you haven’t studied enough. I am sorry, but you know we never let anyone enter athletics without a good passing grade. It is impossible for me to give you one this quarter. I am sorry, but I cannot help it.” Pane Sixteen