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

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To The Border WE had heard much of the horror and awfulness of the European war but few of us could realize it. We talked about the horrors and even jested about the Germans. Perhaps it was the distance that made us fail to realize what actual warfare is. When the situation with Mexico grew tense and our troops were ordered to the border, war assumed a more serious aspect for us. At the time of mobilization in Colorado, I happened to be in Denver. At all the stations khaki-clad soldiers stood in serious, business-like groups. The Colorado troops were among the first to be called “out” and the situation then seemed very grave. There was something fine about their broad shoulders and mili- tary manner. They seemed worthy of the trust we put in them—- that of defending our nation. Those who had said good-bye to them realized this and struggled to put their country before their own personal feelings. But how hard it was for them, both the soldiers and those they left behind, to realize that grim war threatened; war of which they had heard so much but realized so little. I seemed to see such thoughts as these flood their minds as I looked out of the car window. The band stirred the people as music will, and with a last look “our boys” straightened up, listened attentively to their or- ders and marched onward. The tramp of their feet seemed to sound like—“forward, onward.” I wondered if they ever would make the joyful sound of “homeward, homeward!” VIRGINIA VINCENT, Ex. 717. FASTIDIOUS. An old miner, living out in the mountains, was invited to the home of some wealthy cattle people for Thanksgving dinner. They also had some guests from the Hast. At dinner the host passed the old miner some celery which drew forth this remark, ‘Nope, don’t eat the stuff—makes me belch.” PAGE NINE

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| | ) | i ] j j earthed the plot this man was aiding the Germans in. You people have been losing cattle for several months. They were driven by the Germans and the Mexicans in Mexico to the Gulf of Lower California. From there they were shipped to Germany in sub- marines. Sometimes it was not safe for these merchant submar- ines to approach the land, and this was where Schmidt came in with his wireless, and informed them of the situation. This man,” pointing to Cal, “was aiding us in our plans this afternoon, and was mistaken for a cattle thief by his brother Sandy. The sheriff in turn arrested Sandy for the same offense, but as you see he is innocent,” As they led the crest-fallen Schmidt away, Sandy and Cal shook hands happily, glad that they were back again on the old intimate terms. JOSEPH MULLEN, ’19. To cAmerican Patriotism President Wilson, our well known choice, and pride Of peace, but proud enough to take his stand, Guided by learning and God at his right hand. To trial, new foes, and laurels, He is his guide, Yet ever a brotherly hand extends each side. Matchless in tact and peace is this free land. But ready to blaze, like tinder before the brand, Against a ruthless king stubbornly we cried. Laurel wreaths are seen on vale and hill, That tell of deeds that brave have left quite done, Of throbbing heart-beats of mothers who lost or won Brave ones; but foes arise to conquer still. God keep our land from power of foreign might; From sloth, oh, lift it to a noble height. BEAUFORD HANSEN, ’18. PAGE EIGHT

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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