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

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Eleventh: stalwart, soldier attitude. Signed, sealed, published and declared by the said Senior Class on this, the first day of April, 1920, in the presence of us who have subscribed our names as attesting wtinesses to said in- To Miss Yocum, Harry Hunt passes on his skili in bluffing; to Clarence J., his conceit; and to Prof. DeMond his LEONARD BACKUS, President. MARIAN GILMAN, Secretary. “NOW” To me now, the sun is shining, Fairer far, than heaven’s blue To me now the silver lining Of the cloud, is turned to view. To me now, the lark is voicing, Thot’s that lie within my breast. I may join in his rejoicing, For I now, am truly blessed. To me now, in all their splendor, Fragrant blossoms of the spring; Bring me thot’s, so sweet and tender Ass to cause my heart to sing. To me now, the soft, sweet sighing, Of the fragrant scented breeze Is but Nature’s voice replying, “Let me put your heart at ease.” To me now, this world is fairer, I know despair is not my role. Hope has come to show my error, Peace resides within my soul. To me now, the thought of living, Fills my heart with ecstasy. To me now, Life means the giving, Of my heart and soul to Thee. ANONYMOUS. PAGH SEVEN

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CLASS WILL E, the Senior Class of 1920, sane in mind and perfect in health, do leave this last will and testament for the dis- position of our noble characteristics and belongings to those who follow in our footsteps. First: To Carroll Hansen, Marion Butler wills his broad grin and his ability to argue with Prof. DeMond. Second: To Gladys Titchener, Leonard Backus bequeaths his loving disposition and ability to flirt. To Clarence J., a stitt, bristled tooth brush. Third: To Mabel Stanley, Ethel White gives her secret for the formation of her attractive coiffure; to Delbert F., her sleepy disposition. Fourth: To Edith M., Marion Urton bequeaths her ample dress patterns; to Charlotte B., her skillful devices in tennis. Fifth: To Clarence W., Jay H. wills his graceful, towering dignity; to Edgar Me. his ability to jump, even to jump for a chance. Sixth: To Marie L., Lucile L. passes on a small portion of her art of giving advice to others; to Prof. Means her yellow shawl for future use in the Physics’ room. Seventh: To Forest H., Harold E. leaves his powerful and melodious voice to assist him in his performance in the Methodist choir and in moonlight serenading. EKighth: To Lucile Durfee, Marian G. wills her art of vamp- ing; to Elsa Anshutz, her surplus avoirdupois; to Permellia Frost her camouflaged histrionic ability. Ninth: To Louis S., Jay N. bequeaths his winsome ways and heart melting glances; to Adam Smith the back seat of his auto- mobile. Tenth: To Winifred Gilman, Marian M. wills her curls and puffs; to Rena White her leanness. PAGE SIX

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CLASS PROPHECY S I was lying in the hammock dreaming of my high schooi days a vision of the little mountain town of Banning in al- mond time passed across my vision and of a sudden a great desire to visit the dear old place possessed me. Try as I might, I could not banish the feeling. I hurriedly packed my suit-case, bade farewell to my friends and started eagerly on the journey. The miles flew swiftly hy and at last I reached the city of San Francisco where I intended to stay over night. It was Sunday evening, so I went to one of the largest churches where there was to be a special musical num- ber for the evening. Much to my surprise I found out that the much loved singer was Ethel White, and I watched eagerly for her appearance. When she finally made her appearance J n»v- ticed, with some surprise, that the tall young man by her ‘side was none other than Jay Hargrave. I later found out that Jay had become a very prosperous civil engineer of this city. It is needless to say that I enjoyed immensely the first evening of my journey, and I ‘started out next morning in high spirits. The first part of the journey I amused myself by studying the faces of my fellow-travelers, but soon I tired of this and turn- ed my attention to the country we were passing through. Ata small country station a gentleman boarded the train and instantly I recognized Jay Nichols. He was somewhat changed, but his dark mustache added a rather pleasing effect. We were soon talking over old times and he told me of himself. After he let High he went to college where he studied civil engineering and was now becoming very prosperous but he, like myself, missed his old friend's and desired to see them again. You can readily imag- ine that I was glad to have his company for the rest of the jour- ney. We were to change trains at Colton, but instead we de- cided to take the stage for the rest of the journey. It was noo, so we went into a large, up-to-date hotel to get some dinner. The proprietor of this hotel was our old friend and schoolmate, Marion Butler, and after greetings were over, he called his wife out to meet us. Five years had not caused much change in the handsome young wife, formerly Marian Urton, who came to meet us. Upon asking concerning Lucile, we learned that after two years’ teaching she had married and was now living happily on a large apple ranch near Banning, PAG De Dl Gree