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

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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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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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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