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

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Border Justice ANDY rode slowly along toward the ranch, winding in and out among the sage brush and cactus. He was not guid- ing his horse; there was no need, for Star knew the way as well as he did. His body was humped over in the sad- dle dejectedly, so deeply was he absorbed in his thoughts that he did not notice the lengthening shadows until Star shied at an ugly black snake basking in the last hot rays of the departing sun. After he watched the snake slowly uncoil and wiggle behind a bush, he started off at a steady gallop toward the cluster of red- topped ranch houses, above which, plainly outlined against the sky was a huge wireless apparatus and he muttered to himself as he went, “I’ll see the boss to-night.” Sandy was both lean and lanky. Usually he was jolly and did a great deal of joking, but at present he was in a very melan- choly mood. He worked on a cattle ranch south of Yuma near the Colorado river. This ranch with the neighboring ranches made the big part of the great cattle industry of Arizona. As Sandy was fixing Star for the night Judd Pierce, his boss, came to him and said, “Jackson had some more cattle run off last night and yesterday Stone had some disappear in the day- time. It shore gets me who’s gettin’ those cattle. You didn’t see any signs of them down there, did you?” PAGE FOUR

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TO MR. C. A. REID, PRESIDENT OF THE HIGH SCHOOL BOARD OF TRUSTEES, FOR HIS MANY YEARS OF FAITHFUL SERVICE ON THE SCHOOL BOARD THE STUDENT BODY OF BANNING UNION HIGH SCHOOL RESPECTFULLY DEDICATES THIS VOLUME OF “LA REVISTA.”

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“Yes, I saw some pretty fresh tracks over by the south spring and from the looks of them they must have been headin’ for the border fast,” returned Sandy. “T don’t think those fellows are just plain rustlers. Ordinary thieves couldn’t get rid of as many cattle as they’re running off every week. I wouldn’t be at all surprised if those Germans had something to do with this,” said Judd, voicing his pet theory. Nothing was said for a few minutes, then Judd began: “I saw by this morning’s paper that some submarines had been seen off the coast of Lower California.” “Yes, I saw that,” remarked Sandy, absent-mindedly. And again the conversation lagged. “Say, boss,’ Sandy resumed slow- ly, “If you can give me my pay, I think I’ll leave to-morrow.” Judd looked at him in astonishment. “What! you go tomor- row! Why, you haven’t been here hardly a month. What’s the matter? Don’t you like your job?” : “Yes, the job is all right, but I’—and Sandy’s voice trailed into silence. “Well, is that all?’ said Judd rather heatedly. “If you go leaving the country in this way, it’ll look like you had something to do with the cattle stealing.” “No, that isn’t all,” said Sandy quickly. “I think I’ll tell you about it,” and he began abruptly. “I don’t remember my father, he died when I was a little kid. Mother, my brother Cal, and I lived on a little place we had rented back in Missouri. We had a hard enough time getting along before mother died, but when she left us, things were worse than ever. Both of us were dis- gusted with the place, so we left and came out west. We had always pulled together well up to a few weeks ago, and then we had a fuss. It seems like a little kid’s quarrel now, and I want my brother with me again. So if you’ll give me my pay, I will start tomorrow to find him.” “Tf that’s it, Sandy, all right. We sure hate to lose you. -Bui you had better wait until next week before you leave. There’s only Saturday and Sunday left of this week, and then get a good start Monday morning,” suggested Judd. After thinking it over Sandy replied that he would do as Judd suggested. PAGE FIVE +