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

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” contain the word “‘on. The second requirement is easily complied with, but for the first it will have to be proven that the name is not connected with the essay. In the first place it must be admitted that this paper is not art. Therefore it is in no way connected with it. Then “‘art is long and time is fleeting,” and “‘time is money,” connecting art, time, and money, which because of the reason previously stated do not relate to this essay. A bent penny is money. Since money has nothing to do with the subject the essay will be called: “On a Bent Penny” Robert Bramkamp ’22. Nightfall Slowly the tints of the rosy-hued sunset faded into the deep- ening shadows of night; the few floating clouds became mys- terious riders of the air and the nearby mountains appeared as sentinels, guarding the lonely little village. All became silent, dusky twilight faded and night had come. Suddenly in the eastern sky, an ever brightening luminous light appeared, touching the somber clouds and lightening the low lying hills and mountains. Farmhouses and shade trees and fences became wierd objects of the unknown. . Then—-the golden harvest moon rose, flooding the valley with soft light, weaving a delicate mantle of silver which cov- ered the earth with transparent beauty. The air was filled with the delicate breath of flowers and peace reigned supreme. Winifred Gilman ’22. The Seranaders Without, guitars pour forth their melody And from within the garden walls | see, Some handsome Spaniards waiting for their loves To show themselves through trellis up above. Soon maidens draw aside the closed shutters, And every heart without the gate way flutters, But soft, a whispered word, a rose thrown down, And lo! The moon comes from behind the cloud. ‘Farewell, my maiden, I must now depart!’’ “Senor, my love, from you | hate to part.”’ Then slowly turning, he descends the wall With just a pause to hear the last sweet call. Elsie Houda ’23. Page Twenty-eight »

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The boys began to laugh and whisper “Good work” again. 1 could not imagine why. Just then there came to my ears a smothered shriek from the supply closet and | rushed to find the cause. There stood Delma, a piece of burning rubber in one hand and a strong battery in the other. Her dress was draggled and dirty and looked as if she had been on the oiled floor. She dropped the battery as | entered and wailed, ‘For Pat’s sake, get some- thing for my hand and then get something for me to eat, or I'll die.” The poor, dear child was in such a state that I hastily cbeyed her commands and she revived enough before leav- ing to thank me kindly and ask my pardon for any trouble she had caused. I was so touched by her evident sincerity that I refrained from reporting her. However, my opinion is firmly fixed—-Femininity and Physics cannot be satisfactorily mixed. [| hereby warn every teacher to take the best care of the feminine part of their Physics classes that they may remain unhurt and safe. Never look to them for a thorough understanding of the subject and appreciate the work they do manage to accomplish in the: extensive field of Physics. Marie Lehman ’22. AN ESSAY This is an essay. It would never have been written except for the fact that there is a four on my card and the four must be made up. This essay will be modeled after Hazlitt’s style, rambling around, saying nothing, taking up much space, and keeping as far away as possible from anything even remotely related to the title. The name will be put in after the essay is written, so there is no need to worry about that—yet. Since this paper to be an essay must contain two hundred words, something has to be selected to talk upon. Because there is no title given, any- thing may be ured as a subject. It will not be necessary to write much on it because one hundred and twenty-five words have been used already. The rambling is losing speed, the more it slows the farther away I get from Hazlitt’s method. There still are sixty words to go, but the four must be made up. I will continue. After the expenditure of much time, energy and thought, and due deliberation, I find that there is nothing more to write upon. This being the case the essay is finished. Now nothing remains but to select a title. In doing this two requirements must be filled, first, the title must in no way concern the subject of the essay, and second, it should Page Twenty-seven

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The Senior’s Lament The time is drawing nearer, As each moment ticks away; When “Goodbye dear old B. U. H. S.” Are the words we'll have to say. And we'll have to say them smiling Though our hearts are all in tears, Yes. And stand up straight and bravely And o’erlook unbidden fears. Twould not be quite in keeping With the time, event and place, For a graduating Senior To wear a doleful face! I know you won't believe me When I tell you, but it’s true; When we Seniors think of leaving We feel so sad and blue. Of course we won’t admit it When you ask us. But it’s so! Our thoughts are not the lightest As we take our hats to go. Tracy Pierce 22. Seasons In the springtime there are flowers, That are made by little showers, And the trees bloom out in bright and glad array. The bees then gather honey While the fields are warm and sunny, And the birds in tree-tops singing say it’s May. When the fruit begins to ripen, And the grain is all in head, Then it’s summer. When the birds are flying homeward For the birdlings must be fed, Then it’s summer. When things are dull and lazy And the sun is beating down, When the distant woods are hazy With the dust the hill-tops crown, Then it’s summer. Ruddy leaves in a forest of yellow Gathered grain in the field on the hill, Page Twenty-nine