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

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“Tiny” Bigley leaves his art of queening to Roger Johnson; and his cute walk to “Eddie” White. Hazel Laughlin offers the recipe for curling ber hair to Ger- trude Smith. Elden Brown gives his picture to—(?)—guess who!! Also his little book in which he keeps his chemistry assignments to “Babe” Hendricks. He leaves to Dr. Pope all the broken test tubes to glue together—(if he can find them). “Red” Wood leaves the FRONT seat of his Flivver and the use of the steering wheel to George Guild. Hlsie Houda transmits a complete course in “The Art of Make- Up” to certain girls of the Freshmen and Sophomore classes. She leaves to Georgina Titchener her ability to charm the “out-of-town” boys. “Bob” Mackey donates his position as “persecuting” attorney to “Tex” Oliver. (Spread your stuff, Tex). “Beetle’ Wing bequeaths his ability to “aggravate” Miss Rud- kin to “Sonny” Reeves. “Bert” Brandt leaves to “Tommy” Gilman her much-used hair pins and hair nets. She leaves her presidency of the Girls’ League to “Winnie” Wood. “Dutchie’ Hemmerling bestows to “Cannibal” Barrett his som- brero. He leaves his “horse laugh” to “Dickey” Bramkamp. Emil Szuggas bequeaths his dramatic and cinderpath ability to “Fat” Laughlin. “Butch” Phillips leaves her “giggle” to Mildred Rymal, and her “length” to Alphamay Blackburn. This is our last will and testament. Signed: H. Grant Wood, President. Alberta Brand t, Secretary. [Page Twelve]

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presented, sitting under t he old apple tree. The diplomas were given and the goodbyes were said. I saw then that it was time for goodnights, for the children were nodding. Perhaps the story was uninteresting to them, but my host and hostess had listened eagerly.. The story of one’s High School Days never grows old. Seniors’ Farewell ae 13}, 12, 283 We, the graduating class of ’23, look forward to commencement eve as one of the big events of our lives, but we do so with a feel- ing of regret. We will become scattered after we have left dear old B. U. H. S. We will have reunions, but never will we be the same jolly group. We may miss the games that we all love so well. We may miss the plays and debates in which we all took an active part. But, oh, how we will long for comforting chats with our teachers, who faithfully kept us on the right path! We have made many friends in our four years’ course. So, we will make many more; but no friendships can be made that will be as true and last- ing as those made in B. U. H. S. Class Will We have assembled to listen to the last will and testament of the Senior Class of ’23, and to receive from her dying hands the few precious gifts she has to bestow in her last moments, and she deems it best to distribute these gifts to her friends in the manner and form following: Article I. To the Juniors she leaves her responsibility in rais- ing properly and caring for the Scrublets of the institution. Article II. To the Sophomore Class she leaves her noble ex- ample—(make use of it, dear friends). Article III. To the woe-beguiled Infants she leaves her scholar- ly habits. Article IV. To the incoming Frosh she-leaves her sympathy for having to spend three years with the rest of the inmates. Article V. Individually. “Pud’” Smith leaves to Donald Palmer his ability to drive a car with one arm or the back of his neck. He leaves his (pink) Mexican shirt to Leo Wieland. “Lancelot” Ketcham bequeaths his record of ‘4’s” to any one who can break it. “QO, Min!” White wills her coquettish ways to Frances Bigley. Delemar Mahaffey offers his interest in Beaumont girls to “Jack” Pritchett. [Page Eleven]

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6 Senior Prophecy ID GR OE Ig 12 2H! M. W. ’24 It was a hot, sultry August night in the year of 1935. As I had been away from my native soil for a number of years, I was lone- some for my schoolmates of ’23. I had heard of a crystal globe which knew all things and so determined to try it out. “What do you wish to see, my good friend?’ asked the Arab who owned the wonderful globe. “IT want to see the present life of my classmates of 1923.” I watched the crystal globe for some time and finally was re- warded by a faint glimmer of light—a red light—which afterwards took the shape of my old friend, Grant Wood, as he sat resting by the fireside. Soon I distinguished sitting by his side a pretty lady, whom I knew to be Alberta Brandt. I had read of their marriage in a California paper several years ago. Mr. Wood was now a very prosperous business man in San Francisco, and, before her marriage, Mrs. Wood had taken a business course and had been private secre- tary to Henry Ford. The scene gradually faded and soon the beautiful colors of the globe melted into the brilliant footlights of a huge state which seemed like fairyland. Suddenly a dainty figure drifted in attired in a gown of many colors. She began to dance and by the fairy move- ments I recognized Elsie Houda. Miss Houda, I remembered, had made her debut in Paris many years ago. I watched this scene with delight and regretted when it faded. The next scene was one entirely different from the other two. I recognized a court room. Court was in session. As I glanced at the judge, stern and dignified at his high desk, whom did I see but the Hon. Frederick Wing. He had studied law diligently at Stanford and was now Supreme Judge of the U. S. Court. I looked with envy on his success in life, for he had become very noted. This scene faded and I saw a photographer’s studio in Holly- wood. The photographer happened to be none other than Delemar Mahaffey, who had made his name famous in California as the chief photographer of movie actresses. I had heard that he had recently married Theda Bara and was enjoying his home life in California. Again the scene changed entirely from the one preceding. It was a small store of groceries and dry goods. Leaning over the counter was a tall woman of about thirty years of age. From her simple dress and the large valise which she had opened before her on the counter, displaying a wonderful line of silk hosiery, I thought she must be a traveling sales-woman. She looked very familiar, and [Page Thirteen]