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

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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

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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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Fruit in the garnering—apples mellow, Grapes in clusters the valleys fill. Icy winds are blowing, And outside its snowing, Piling drifts still growing, Brooklets stopped their flowing. By the fireside glowing Happy children, knowing Winter's come. Kenneth Young °23. Spring The year begins with winter drear With snow and rain and sleet, But soon comes spring in garments new With joy and music sweet. The streams are singing as they go, Old Bruin leaves his rest. The flowers nod their shining heads To birdlings in the nest. They have no fear, they seem to know That they are safe from harm, For God, their maker, watches them, And they have no alarm. Mabel Caldwell °23. Page Thirty