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

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“Fine, Tommy fine,”’ that’s all we need.” The class of twenty-four did say; Then seven and seven they agreed To pass along St. Peter's way. First Mildred of the curly locks, That prove the most of Junior's downfall; Squaring the circle on homeward walks With Babe—for reasons mathematical. Then Virgil Lehman took the stand Engaged the saint in artless talk; “‘Ching-a-ling, Chow-chow, Bring her to land.” ‘(Como esta Senor saint—need we knock?” Elaine the loveable—the gay And lovely maid with eyes delectable Frank Urton with his kite at play Seeking to make a trade respectable. Then Jim, the darkey, done by George, Who knows more Spanish than a pirate. Looking to see if he could forge A nine, as round the base they gyrate. But soft, hold hard, look out and wait, Heaven would not be heaven without her, His lady comes, a little late, The other fair Mildred in a flutter. “Caramba!”’ Virgil Fox exclaims ‘| don’t like this, I'll take a sailor.” While Mary Maher her stunt ceclaims, Mary Ellen hies her unto a tailor. The last four that St . Peter saw Were Hazel, Nettie, Dick and Clarence, Who much applause stunt-night did draw, For their neat and trim appearance. This was too much for the dreaming saint, He woke and gravely stroked his beard, “It’s more peaceful in Heaven without the complaint Of those whom their course there too early had steered. Let them stay down on earth in Banning High With Prof. and Miss Yocum to clip their wings, When the twenty-four’s graduate, there would be | It's the best class of all and as merry as kings.” Page Nineteen

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FRESHMAN CLASS OFFICERS: Ag Aes nce ERO? te er en Paney S RE Mildred Wenger Wee IPreiclaniecaavosacoononeddoomaneusd Nettie Pierce St. Peter’s Dream St. Peter stood at the gates of Heaven, And just for a moment dreamed a dream; A class had come that numbered twice seven, Of Banning High School; sure the cream. ‘Come one by one,” St. Peter said, “A youth, then maid, to balance fair.” But, alas! eight Freshmen forthwith sped, While six-twelfths of a dozen boys were there. And now the Freshies racked their brains, For they all would climb the golden stair, When with gasp of glee she scarce restrains Her plan unfolds the dauntless Claire. “It's Tommy there and Tommy here— And Tommy where's that bloomin’ ball?” “Td be a Tommy Hawk, so dear And help you climb the whitewashed wall.” Page Eighteen

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A Sunset Dream The sun was setting in the west. A rosy light on San Jacinto’s crest Transformed the winter's grey forbidding air To jeweled lights and warmth of summer fair. The knotty pines that lined her ridges To me did seem like fairy bridges That spanned betwixt this world of ours And lovely realms of sunshine and flowers. The soft light slowly faded from the west And darkness shrouded San Jacinto’s crest. It seemed as if I'd looked on a phantom land Created and withdrawn by a magic hand. WR, 22 Balmy Spring has softly stolen upon us. Everywhere the birds are sweetly singing and chirp- ing, in their own simple way, a praise to Spring. Listen to the drumm‘ng woodpecker; the whirring humming bird—jewei of flowers and orange groves —and to the sweet, hesitating, thrilling song of the meadow lark. Never did sweeter sounds ruffle the spring air. Notice the little English sparrows flitting among the trees and the grave, dignified robin hopping in the green grass. The blossom- ing orchards are a vision of exquisite loveliness made still more enchanting by the busy, happy honey-bee. Beyond these fairy gardens stand the rugged mountains whose towering peaks have not yet lost their blanket of snow. The air seems clearer, fresher and more fragrant; human problems less hard. Every one remarks about the beauty Page Twenty 2