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

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The Alumni W. G. ’22 We, the Alumni of Banning Union High School, extend our heartiest congratulations to the graduating class of nineteen hun- dred and twenty-three. You, after four long years of earnest and diligent study, have reached a goal worthy of your striving. Dur- ing this time you have met many obstacles and problems which have seemed far beyond your powers of attainment. However, every member of your class has loyally put his shoulder to the wheel and these difficulties have been overcome with a vim and vigor which might well be emulated by those who follow. You have entered into your studies, athletics, Student Body duties and various scholastic and social affairs with a good will; therefore, being rewarded with due honors. When your various classmates have become doctors, lawyers, professors or even candi- dates for the Presidency their faculty of straight-forwardness, gain- ed in high school, will lead them on to victory. In years to come your school days, filled with good times, hard study and pleasing events, will be a fond memory worth more to you than vast sums. Your favorite schoolmates may be miles away, even in foreign lands, and yet their good natures, familiar sayings and friendship will appear upon thought of some party, game, lesson or play in nineteen hundred and twenty, one, two or three. A WORD TO THE WISE M. R. ’25 Say, my friend— Yes, I mean you— Where do you fit in? Just stop and think— You may not play— But why not help the team Some way? What way? Now, listen: The game is nearing, Are you prepared to do the Cheering? Ibir GaKe Kn Why not? There’s really no excuse. Just uncork some shouting and Let it loose. [Page Twenty-four]

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Freshman Class History A. E. ’26 This merry group of Freshmen entered the Banning Union High School on the twenty-fifth of September, eager and willing to learn the ways and methods of a higher school of education. At first we came in as strangers to the school, but we were not long in finding friends and making ourselves feel at home and ready to settle down to hard, earnest study. At the end of the first week of school we were called together by Mr. Franklin for the purpose of electing class officers and a class teacher. Morey Smith was elected president, Esther Hendricks treasurer, and Miss Rudkin class teacher. The amount of class dues was decided, and, after giving a few yells in honor of our first organization meeting, we adjourned, feeling that we meant as much in high school and were as independent as any other class. We are made up of various kinds of students. With our enrollment of thirty-one, we are the largest Freshman class that has ever entered the high school. We have two members who have traveled extensively and tell us of many interesting experiences. Our class is not without a pianist, a drawer and a vocalist. There is not one member who is a draw-back. The first social function we attended was the “Kid” party given by the upper classes, at which we were duly initiated into high school life. About the middle of October we decided to entertain ourselves with a wiener bake. Although our luck was not the best, we had a good time. It was near Hallowe’en, so we allowed for a little bad luck. Our class teacher, Miss Rudkin, has come to our rescue a great many times. Even though we are Freshies, only a few tops and marbles have been se en to fall from the boys’ pockets, and only a few girls have been seen eating stick candy or animal cookies at school. Yes, we were a merry bunch. Almost too merry to settle down to hard work at first, but after a few warnings we began to improve. We are loyal to our class and to the Student Body, all of which goes to make a good school. an ae [Page Twenty-three]

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cK Ay) A Lucky Trip to Sandy Point FIRST PRIZE STORY SARAH COVINGTON, ’25 Chapter | The chimes in the tower of the library were striking eight when aman slightly stooped emerged from the shadows of the tall maples bordering the walk and mounted the steps leading to the main door of the building. As he passed under the electroliers which stood at either side of the long marble steps, the roundness of his shoulders was more defined, and under the edge of his soft-brimmed hat a fringe of white hair was visible. He entered the building and the heavy door closed gently behind him. Amos Stearns, for that was his name, was the much-beloved president of Wester College. To him every student went for ad- vice and encouragement. His serious, but kindly, face seemed to cause perplexities to fade away and his solution in every instance was never questioned. This evening his face seemed more serious than usual and his figure more stooped as he walked down the main aisle of the library and entered a room on the door of which were the words: “President’s Office. Please Walk In.” Fifteen minutes later an automobile came to a stop directly in front of the library. Two young men stepped out and started im- mediately toward the building. One was tall and of athletic build: the other muscular, but shorter by several inches. The taller one wore a dark suit with a dark cap set squarely on his head: the other, a light grey suit with a red and plaid cap set at a rakish angle. Neither lifted his eyes, nor spoke a word. The reading room was filled with students when the boys en- tered. Two girls not far from the door motioned for them to come over. “Hello, Bob and ‘Twid,’ where are you going looking like a million dollars?” [Page Twenty-five]