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

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CLASS HISTORY OUNT four years back, to a hot September morn, And you will see nine Freshies standing ’round With wondering admiration on each face To see how older students are at ease, For we were greenest Freshies that e’er came When toiling at the grammar school did cease. This shyness soon we lost; and then took part In thrilling baseball games to soon excel; Had weinie bakes, gay parties, and hay rides, Till June did end our Freshmen year. But lest That you should have occasion to forget Our classmen, I will name them o’er to you: First Frances Gilman, Harold Wiefels tall; And Logan Holcomb by his pompadour; Fair Ruth Mullen took music for her art; To furnish wit was Agnes Mackey bright; Nor did we lack gay jesters for there were Red Harry Hunt and Charley Gandy, too; Virginia Vincent soon arrived to wear, In spring, the learned locks, in honored state; The thoughtful Pearl McCoy soon left our school; Then Ruby Nowlin, Mark Martin did choose Also to leave our school; and following them Was Della Lee; and last is May Hargrave. The second year as Sophomores, you know, We lost the Freshies’ love of gayety; And thus as follows such a loss, became As wise a Sophomore class as ever was. We then went quietly to study hard On Caesar’s Gallic War, Geometry; And compositions did we write galore. In athletics we took small part this year. Then seven of us Jolly Juniors go With laughter and much song to school each day, Remembering all of Freshies’ gayety, With Sophomore’s wise saws forgotten all. And in the spring, to honor Seniors proud We gave a party on a fair May day g And all enjoyed games, or so they said; And on the table, placed a May pole gay, PAGE TWENTY

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To Banning High School High School, to whom our youthful years have clung, Happy days within your walls are numbered, Where hopes, plans and ambitions never slumbered, And on whose walls our hard-earned laurels hung, To thee we long have loyal praises sung, And with regret our loving ties are sundered. How to go on without you we have wondered, With fears of untrod paths at college stung. Students, comrades of many a merry feast, And you, our faithful teachers kind and true, We pay this simple tribute unto you; Your earnest work with us has never ceased. Commencement Day is swiftly drawing nigh. Farewell to thee, our dear old Banning High. FRANCES GILMAN, ’17. PAGE NINETEEN

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With colors streaming, red and white, each way. To end the banquet toasts they did relate To please the Senior’s dignity in state. In athletics we took a part this year To win in basketball, green laurel crowns. But some have come and some have gone. Six students bear the banner of the class this year, We noble Seniors have the privilege Of purchasing class rings or pins, but we Did lose our dignity on this, for how j i Agreement can be made, when some want this And some want that, is more than I can see. At last to our great joy Arrived the shining rings and dainty pins. A picnic to Palm Springs did joy bring To chaperons, a-sleeping “neath a palm, And couples wandering idly o’er the rocks, And artists painting desert scenes most fine. When homeward bound, we met a fierce sandstorm, To let the autos pass, we used our hands To shove away the sand collecting deep. The end of our school life is drawing near. Through all our days an influence kind has run; The influence of our principal, who with A steady hand did guide our course most sure Through stormy waves to peaceful shore beyond. Hver cheering when our courage failed; Ever helping with our problems hard; Until we owe to him all that we have Of education. And now we look back, surveying all, Since we as Freshmen came to Banning High, And think of many good old times gone by, t We wonder if our life to come can hold So many innocent fond joys. We sigh For we must say farewell to you, our school. MAY HARGRAVE, 717. PAGE TWENTY-ONE