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

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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]

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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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Neither of the boys could find a word to say. Finally Bob blurted out: “Well—by the way, have you girls dates for the next class party?” “Sorry to say, we have. O, don’t look so gloomy about it, Twid. I never saw such an old sober-sides as you are tonight. Grouchy, buh?” Twid didn’t have a chance to answer, for Bob, glancing at the clock, grabbed him by the arm and, remarking about being late for their appointment, the two strode out of sight down the main aisle. When they entered the president’s office they noticed a drawn look on his face. He was sitting at his desk and, without looking at the boys, waved them to a seat. A deep silence fell on the room. Bob sat motionless, but Twid nervously fingered his cap. Finally President Stearns said: “Well, Albert (Twid was his college nickname), I have taken up this matter with the Board and they are firm in their decision to dismiss you from the college. I asked them to give you another chance, but you know that money affair last year is against you. They refuse you another chance.” Twid swallowed hard. Bob stepped up to the desk, extended his hand to the presi- dent, and said: “President Stearns, we both feel it is for the best. I'll stick by Twid, as I promised Mother before she died, and some- thing gives me a hunch that we will win out yet. We'll go West and begin over again.” Twid, with eyes averted, offered his hand to the president, who, seizing it in both of his, clasped it firmly while neither spoke a word. Chapter II One night, as they sat around their campfire counting out their savings, Twid said: “Bob, if the range is as good next year, old Peck says he will take me into partnership. We haven't lost more than a dozen critters this whole season. If you get boosted to chief engineer in the ‘Boss’ mine I'll say we will be ‘livin’ easy on pork chops greasy’ one of these days.” “ Twid, I guess you had better be going into Sandy Point and put our roll in the bank. I don’t like the idea of having much cash on hand in these parts.” “Right you are, Bob; let’s both go!” “No, not this time, Twid. Get Buck to go with you. He knows everybody and every cow path in the country. You two go in, put up at the hotel and take in a ‘movie.’ How does that sound? “Say, like a dream; don’t wake me!” As the two cowpunchers entered Sandy Point, after a ninety- mile ride across cacti and sand dunes, it seemed like entering the suburbs of a metropolis. The little town of two hundred or so was bustling with tourists. It was noon and Twid and Buck made a bee-line for a restaurant. On the way, as they were passing a ser- [Page Twenty-six]