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

Text from Pages 1 - 74 of the 1928 volume:

am x a USE ONLY BANNING PUBLIC LIBRARY 21 W. NICOLET BANNING, CALIFORNIA 92220 the pies body of i726 BANNING dnign HIGH §=SCHOUG CONTENTA DEDICATIUN FACULTY STAFF DITORIALS UGASSES GITEKARS ORGANIZATIUNA AUDITORIUM ATHLETICS CAGENDAK CAMPUS MIRTH PAGE THREE CATION Horace W. Moore: Baker University, B. A.; University of California. History and Mathematics. George C. Pope: College of the City of New York, B. A., M. D.; Science and Manual Train- ing. Rosina Caldwell University of California, B. A. guages. Southern Lan- Dean Mrs. Michigan Music. Van Norman: State Normal. Mabel R. Thayer: University of Southern California, B. A.; Math- ernie bess, Instrumental Drawing. Lorraine M. Brown: University of Southern Jalifornia, Bo 9S; My A. Commercial, Constance Silverwood: University of Southern Galifornia, B. Av; My A: English. Oakley Morris: Whittier, B. A. Phys- ical Education. Dorothy E. Pray: Columbia University, B. S. Home Economics, Art. ¢}poreword S ANOTHER school year draws to a close the annual staff puts aside its type- writers and pens—another La Revista. To some it is just that; to others it is a cherished keepsake, a Review that they will be glad to turn to as they journey down the way of life. As they turn the page, many smiling faces of friends will greet them; accounts of events herein will recall happy incidents and pleasant mem- ories. The annual staff of 1927-28 has worked to its utmost to edit a La Revista that will be novel and distinct from the volumes of the past; it has tried to produce a book that each member of the student body will be glad to call his high school an- nual, and with this thought in mind we present this volume of the La Revista. —THE EDITOR. LA REVISTA STAFF Kditor-in-chief - - - : - - - - : Marcella Pownall Assistant Editor - - - - - - - - - Dorothy Dowling Business Manager - - - - - - - - - Horace Hunt Assistant Manager - - - : - - - - - Harley Morrin Literary Editor - - - - - - - - Emily Robertson Social Editor - - - - - - - - - Margaret Foldesy Art Editor - - - - - - - - - Garland Weagley Sports Editor - - - - - - - - : Jack McDonald Publicity Chairman - - - - - - - - Elwood Rutherford Organization Editor : - - - - - - - ryenevieve Johnson Joke Editor - : - - - - - - - : Harold Harris Picture Editor - - - - - - - - - Eva Mary Sheckler Advisors - : - - - - - Miss Caldwell, Mrs. Silverwood PAGE SEVEN THE STUDENT BODY On the twelfth day of September, in the year one thousand nine hundred and twenty-seven, each maiden and brave of the B. U. H. S. tribe embarked his frail canoe on the turbulent stream of Learning. The B. U. H. S. tribe is composed of four bands of fair maidens and sturdy warriors, with the worthy brave, Richard Hansen, as chief. The first of these bands is that of the Freshmen, constituting a large percentage of the whole tribe. That of the Sophomores, a gallant and peaceful tribe, comes next. The valiant Junior band is third, and last, but not least, is the mighty band of veteran squaws and braves, namely, the Seniors, which completes the peace loving tribe. A Grand Council was held September 23, 1927, for the purpose of testing the qualities of the Freshman band. This was known as the “Kid Party.” All dignity and sedateness were laid aside and for the evening all were ‘“‘papooses” again. The B. U. H. S. tribal plays, “Neighbors,” “The Store,” and “A Little Fowl Play,” were staged November 18, with the aid of the Great Teachers and the orchestra. The Christmas Holidays, or the Great Fast, were enjoyed from the sixteenth of December to the second of January. This was a period during which no books were to be tasted, swallowed, or digested. By the second of January every member of the tribe was hungering and thirsting for a good meal of Knowledge. Thus the New Year was begun. March 13, 1928, was observed by the tribe as “Tacky Day,’ with a box social in the evening. Those who did not come “tackily” dressed were sen- tenced to hard labor by the Council. Spring vacation was greeted with shouts of joy by all. The Great Wigwam was deserted for a whole week while the tribe searched for Happier Hunting Grounds. The school year terminated in the early part of June, and the tribe bade farewell to the beloved Senior band, which had now embarked on a swifter and more dangerous stream called Life. And in the meantime tribal life was made more joyous by the interesting assem- blies and the rallies held in behalf of the warriors. Frequently the tribe could be seen back of the Great Wigwam dancing around a blazing bonfire, floating the be- loved green and white banner, while the hearty war cry—osky-wow-wow!—resounded through the pass. This is a typical B. U. H. S. pow-wow on the eve of battle. (0), Sh PAGE EIGHT a nd ‘ail dy ds of nd he he of PAGE NINE GLEN BACON Bakersfield High 1-2. Entered Ban- ning 3-4. Nickname: “Bacon.” Fa- vorite occupation, being late. Favor- ite expression, “Who’da thunk it?” Disposition: Hasy going. Known by, careful driving. EUGENA BUTLER Vice-Pres. Student Body 3; Oper- etta 1, 2, 3, 4; Vaudette 1; Forensic 1, 2; Scholarship 2; S. B. Play 3; Debating 3, 4; Class Secy. 2; Class Breas 4 Gas Pubs iOhainecce Gok: pocial (Chair, 3, 45 G. RR. Play 1. Nickname, “Gena”. Favorite occupa- tion, Talking. Favorite expression, “And How!” Disposition, sarcastic. Known by smile. ESTELLE DUSHEK Deming, New Mexico, 1s Ae Oy Entered 3anning 4, Operetta 4. Scholarship 7th Sem. Scholarship secretary and treasurer. Nickname, “Stelle.” Favorite occupation, typing. Favorite expression, “Say—woman!” Disposition, sociable. Known by blende hair, RICHARD HANSEN Entered from Poly High, San Fran- cisco. Student body president 4; class president 2; class treasurer 3; operetta 2, 3, 4; scholarship treasurer 2; scholarship president 3; S. B. play 3; debate 3, 4; Eisteddfod 3; orchestra 2, 3, 4; tennis 4. Nickname “Dick.” Favorite occupation, talking to the girls. Favorite expression, “You're all wet!” Disposition, tem- permental. Known by good looks. VIVIAN HAWLEY Operetta 1, 2, 3, 4; vaudette 1; G. R. play 2; permanent scholarship; class president 3; Soph. mem. at large; student body secretary 4; G. R. president 3; G. R. prog. chairman 2, 4; debating 3, 4. Nickname, “Vee.” Favorite occupation, kidding Sopho- more boys. Favorite expression, “TI thot I'd die!” Disposition, peppy. Known by advice on getting married. PAGE TEN un- ‘Q- OT ” Ny, PAGE ELEVEN FLOY HODGES Vaudette 1; president class 4; Captain baseball 1, 2; basket ball 2; tennis 2, 3, 4; Riverside county champion girls’ singles and mixed doubles 3. Nickname, “Poy.” Favorite occupation, writing letters. Favorite expression, “Aw, shut up.” Disposi- tion, threatening. Known by engage- ment ring. JACK McDONALD Entered 4 from L. A. Sport editor “Megaphone;” 3rd vice-president student body; La Revista staff; cap- tain basket ball 4; Forestry club; forensic 4. Nickname, “Jack.’’ Favor- ite occupation, wooing Junior lasses. Favorite expression, “Let me tell ya.” Disposition, very congenial. Known by curly hair. BEDIA NICKLES Operetta 1, 2, 3, 4; scholarship 2, 3, 4 semesters; typing certificate and typing pin 2, 4; vaudette 1; typing contest at Hemet 3. Nick- name, “Bebe.” Favorite occupation, helping Mr. Moore. Favorite expres- sion, ‘“er-something like that.” Dis- position, dumb. Known by eyes. BERTRAND WOOD Entered 4; pub. chairman of “Mega- phone;” president debating club 4. Nickname, “Bert.’’ Favorite occupa- tion, selling “Megaphones.” Favorite expression, “Oiky, oiky.’’ Disposition, loving. Known by Southern drawl. DOROTHY PAGE Operetta 1, 2, 3, 4; G. R. play 2; G. R. ring chairman 2; G. R. athletic manager 3; forensic 3; Histeddfod; 2nd vice-president S. B. 4; scholar- ship 7th semester; orchestra 3, 4; “Megaphone” editor-in-chief. Nick- name, ‘Dot.’ Favorite occupation, looking for Ford roadsters and writ- ing poetry. Favorite expression, “Hanke 232” Disposition, dreamy. Known by the boy friends’ rings. MILDRED NEEL Bishop High 1; entered Banning 2; Operetta 1, 2, 3. Nickname, “Milly.” Favorite occupation, stepping out. Favorite expression, ‘Heck, no!” Disposition, quiet. Known by her various boy friends. GARLAND WEAGLEY Entered 4 from Anaheim; orches- tra; art editor “La Revista.” Nick- name, “Bud.” Favorite occupation, teasing Dr. Pope. Favorite expres- sion, “No Foolin.” Disposition, moody. Known by baby blue eyes and curly hair. MARCELLA POWNALL Operetta 1, 2, 3, 4; vaudette 1; class secretary 38, 4; editor-in-chief “La Revista” 4; debating 3; 4; operetta property manager 3 and 4; orchestra 2, 3, 4; permanent scholar- ship. Nickname, “Marc.” Favorite occupation, compiling “La Revista.” Favorite expression, “For Pete’s sake!” Disposition, very energetic. Known by unusual height. LESLIE WARREN Entered 4; baseball 4. Nickname, nes en Favorite occupation, calling 3eaumont. Favorite expression, “For cryin’ out loud, man.” Disposi- tion, indifferent. Known by innocent looks. PAGE TWELVE g 2; Dy?” out. 101” her hes- ick- ion, res- ion, yes e, Fg n, i- it SENIOR HISTORY The Senior tribe is composed of eight loyal maidens and six braves. The tribe followed the trail of learning in the year of one thousand nine hundred and twenty- four, which led them to the B. U. H. S. Reservation with other tribes. The maiden, Floy Hodges, succeeded William Leonesio as chief of the tribe when the latter was wounded in a fray and was able to lead his little band no more. Mr. Oakley Morris was chosen as wise man for the tribe. About seven moons ago the band had a Bow-Wow dinner at Andreas Canyon with the Junior tribe. On January 1, 1928, the Senior tribe was granted a day of feasting and revelry, while the other tribes were working hard at their tasks in the Big Wig- wam. This festival was held at Big Pines. The Senior and Sophomore tribes met in a grand debate Pow-wow in the Assembly Hall on Thursday, March 1, 1928. The Sophomore maidens made a brave stand before the Senior maidens but were badly defeated. The worthy brave, Jack McDonald, won the great championship in the County Oratorical Contest. The whole tribe is justly proud of him. His oration dealt with the enforcement of prohibition, or the abolition of fire-water. His desire was that the laws of all the tribes should be honored, not broken. The honorable Seniors have truly earned the privilege of having their portraits in the “La Revista” for the inspiration of future tribes to follow in the footsteps of a tribe which has accomplished many great things in its four years’ stay on the B. U. H, S. Reservation. The Senior tribe has an unusual vocabulary, and in spelling they won the highest percentage. About two moons ago the B. U. H. S. Reservation shone with white and green. The Senior tribes were there. The whole tribe marveled at their garb. Big Chief Moore gazed with approval until the tribe went on a pow-wow. The maidens and braves climbed on the sturdy vehicle of the reservation and went off in a cloud of dust to visit their neighboring tribe, Beaumont. Later, when the rest of the braves and maidens had gone to perform their respective duties, the Senior tribe came back. Big Chief Moore gazed with disapproval, and five hours of heavy duty was their plight. They worked and worked, and when they no longer were subpoenaed they again donned their sweaters to show that peace was desired. The Junior tribe held a feast in honor of the great Seniors in May, 1928. Toasts were exchanged and the peace-pipe smoked during the evening. Later the Senior tribe gave a grand Assembly entitled the “Followers,” which the three neigh- boring tribes attended with a great Hip-yi-hi-hi-he. One evening in June, 1928, there were fourteen braves and maidens who left this Reservation and went out to seek new hunting grounds in other valleys. —B. N. ‘28 PAGE THIRTEEN CLASS WILL We, the tribe of ’28, with an over-supply of squaws for the number of braves, being of sound mind, in good physical condition and free from all intoxication by fire- water, do publish this will in the presence of the chief, and the entire tribe: We, the tribe of ‘28, do bequeath to the tribe of ‘29 our right of dictation, law- making and crime punishment, also the front row in the big wigwam during the ses- sions of pow-wows. To the tribe of 30 we bequeath our good favor in the eyes with the Gods, provided they do not misuse the opportunity, and to the tribe of ‘31 we be- queath our unsurpassed mentality and supreme wisdom. To any one who wishes it and will treat the privilege with due respect, we bequeath our rare ability of “cradle snatching.” I, Floy Hodges, the heap big squaw of the tribe, pequeath my front seat on the bus to Harley Morrin, so he can keep warm without bothering other people’s win- dows, and my position to the future Senior Class president. ‘ating’ with Doc. Pope to Verna Stewart, and my numerous boy friends to Frances Toutain. I, Vivian Hawley, bequeath my I, Glen Bacon, bequeath my oratorical ability to anyone who needs it, and my never-failing ability for getting my lessons to Clarence Perciado. I, Richard Hansen, bequeath my up-turned nose to the future student body pres- ident, and my tortoise-shell framed glass eyes to Harold Harris. I, Eugena Butler, bequeath my inexhaustible store of satire and position as class treasurer to the next victim. I, Estelle Dushek, bequeath my pet spit curl to Audrey Shideler. I, Garland Weagley, bequeath my love for Anaheim (7?) to anyone who can find an object for such love in that city. I, Leslie Warren, bequeath my fleet foot to Lyle Rutherford, and nocturnal trips to Beaumont to Quentin Johnson. I, Marcella Pownall, bequeath my maidenly charms to Wesley James. I, Dorothy Page, bequeath my characteristic cackle to Dan Bailiff, and my slen- der form to Fat Hauvyerman. I, Bedia Nickles, bequeath my coquettish ways to Virginia Doty. I, Jack McDonald, bequeath my inexpressible love for the Junior class to “Tuffy” Stuart. The remainder of our earthly possessions we leave in the care of Mr. Oakley Morris, to dispose of, and hereby declare Mr. Horace Moore to be executor of) this; our last will and testament. I, the undersigned, drew up this will in accordance with the wishes of the rest of the tribe. DOROTHY PAGE. We, the undersigned, will stand as witnesses of the above will, on this twenty- third day of April, nineteen hundred and twenty-eight: MR. MOORE MR. MORRIS MISS THAYER PAGE FOURTEEN S, PROPHECY OF THE CLASS OF ’28 Time: 1938. Place: Banning, California. Setting: At the home of Mr. Moore, he and Coach Morris talking over the great class of ’28. Coach has just returned from a trip east, where he and Mrs. Morris have been for five years. Coach: Do tell me all about my class; you know the class of ’28. They were always the most clever class that ever graduated from 3anning, Just start in and tell me all about each one. I thought they were the friendliest bunch that I had ever met in a high school of that size. Mr. Moore: Well, that class WAS one of the very best that I ever taught. Of course they did have their tricks to play, but all said and done, they did turn out way above the average. Take Eugena Butler; she and Quentin Johnson are happily married, and Eugena writes short stories for the “American” and the “Cosmopolitan.” They live in a fine suite of rooms at the San Gorgonio Inn. And remember Glen Bacon, and how he always loved exciting things? Well, he is doing “stunt” flying with his Ford plane at Cabazon, and loves to see the crowd that he attracts. I hap- pened to see him flying his plane one day when I was w aiting for the street car. Coach: What ever became of Dorothy Page? I have often wondered what the future held for her. Mr. M.: Oh, she’s in New York writing poetry. She always had that gift of writing poetry. She wrote all the poetry for the class. Bedia Nickles is living at the fashionable winter resort, Palm Springs, where she and her husband are en- gaged in the jewelry business. And we have reason to be proud of Bertrand Wood. He went back to his home state, Georgia, and was sent to represent his people. as Senator. Coach: What became of Mildred Neel? Mr. M.: She was married right after school was out, and she and her husband are in Washington. He is president of the Klamath Lumber Company. Coach: What was that boy’s name who was student body president when I taught? Mr. M.: Oh, you are speaking of Richard Hansen. He has_ just recently won the world’s championship in tennis. He went to France to play, and on return- ing surprised his friends by bringing a French bride with him. Estelle Dushek is in Hurope teaching typing. She was always good at it. Remember when she made 75 words per minute right in Banning? Coach: What became of the little “blonde” who had charge of the Annual for 1928? Mr. M.: You mean Marcella Pownall. She and Francis Bacon are in China on a missionary tour. Francis turned out to be quite the preacher with Marcella’s help. He could never have done it alone. Leslie Warren lives in Beaumont. He is presi- dent of the Uneeda Biscuit factory, and his wife is quite a charming society lady. Coach: And the girl that chummed with HEugena—what became of her? Mr. M.: That’s Vee Hawley. She is teaching domestic science in Riverside Jun- ior College. She was graduated there, and was so good in cooking and sewing they immediately offered her the position. And Floy Hodges is married and very happy, we hear. She is some place up north. Coach: And the curly headed boy, you know—Dr. Pope's favorite? Mr. M.: He is living in Anaheim and is happily married. Garland has his own little laboratory in his home, and he is the one who has just turned out the formula for the ‘one minute dye.” Dr. Pope was surely repaid for his patience. Jack Mc- Denald is on his second tour around the world, giving orations on the Constitution and its importance. He is quite a political leader. —F. H. PAGE FIFTEEN JUNIOR CLASS Among the great tribes of Indians, old B. U. H. S. is one of the greatest. There are four smaller tribes within the big B. U. H. S. tribe. These are the Freshmen, Sophomore, Junior, and Senior clans. We all live in the big pueblos of Banning, Cabazon and Palm Springs. We are happy in our pursuit of the animal of Study in the Forest of Learning. The Junior braves, although few, are courageous and strong. Our maidens are beautiful and fair. The chief of the Junior tribe is a most brave and strong warrior, Alden Burks, Our chief counsellor is the fair maiden, Miss Pray. Our braves were outstanding in athletics this year. They went on the warpath in an intermural track meet with the other three tribes. The battle was fought until sundown. At last the Juniors carried off the victory. For their prowess they re- ceived a silver loving cup. The valiant braves needed track moccasins. So each tribe was asked to give ten dollars to pay for them. The Junior tribe gave a big pow-wow dinner, costing thirty-five cents a plate. However, all of our contests are not those of strength. Some two moons ago, the Junior and Senior tribes met in solemn debate. The Seniors came off victorious. Spring came. With it came the mania for colors. As a result the hand-ball courts were adorned with the many hues of the rainbow signifying the colors of the tribes. The Junior tribe, having won two prizes at the great annual flower show in San Francisco, sent wild flowers in great quantities to the show. At last the day for the Great Feast, dedicated to the Gods of B. U. H. S., came. Here the Pipe of Peace was smoked and the hatchet buried by the Junior and Senior tribes. Summer is here! For three moons we shall dance and sing, hunt and fish. So ends this record of the mighty Junior tribe. —T. K. PAGE SIXTEEN SOPHOMORE CLASS In a large wigwam situated on San Gorgonio road in the pueblo of Banning thrive a band of Indians consisting of four tribes. The head of the Sophomore tribe is Chief Harley Morrin, who was chosen nine moons ago, last May, 1927, for his pop- ularity among all the braves and maidens. We have entered in councils under the auspices of our Great Head, Mrs. Silverwood, whom we hold in awe and reverence. Two clans of th e tribe are the Girl Reserves, which take in the greater part of the maidens, and the Forestry Club, which takes in most of the braves. The braves have gone on the warpath often, meeting in conflict with tribes of other schools and sometimes returning with victory, then making merry for days. On being allied with the Freshman clan we worshiped the Fire God in a weinie bake at the foot of Hall’s Grade, at which there was much dancing and singing and feats of prowess. Many maidens and braves have come to our pueblo and have become one of our tribe. Some have left us for other tribes in other pueblos, so that our numbers have been about the same all during the term. No matter who has joined us, we have all remained true to our colors of purple and white. We chose these colors while still in the Freshman clan. We also owned headdresses of purple and white, which added to our dignity in the B. U. H. S. tribe. In February, 1928, a warfare was waged when the Senior tribe and the Sopho- more tribe met in a great debate. The Seniors were victorious, and the pipe of peace was offered to us when they shook hands all ‘round. On March 13, all the tribes intermingled in what was called “Tacky Day.” Many different headdresses and kinds of clothes were worn and we all had a very good time together. Such is the history of the Sophomore tribe, which is now a large one and respect- ed by all the people. —P. S. PAGE SEVENTEEN FRESHMAN CLASS Fifty-three Indian youths and maidens filed into the huge forest of High School Land one sunny day late in September, 1927. They had just come from a land far distant, known as Grammar School, and they were eager to make new friends and become acquainted with the customs of this new land. This new tribe of Indians is the largest to ever enter the Banning Union High School. They were soon trudging through the leaves of the forest, leaves of Alge- bra, Latin, Spanish, History and many others, Later on in the same week, they once again gathered around a big tree and held a consultation. They chose George Barker as big chief of the tribe, and agreed on Miss Thayer as the wise man to advise them in all of their important steps. Louise Bramlette was chosen to represent this new tribe in the Student Council, but she left them later in the year and Clarice Cothran succeeded her. Evans Fitzpatrick became wampum keeper, but he also went away, leaving Philip Coombs to take his place. This tribe of ’31 became full fledged members of this group of Indians one evening when they were initiated by their elders. They worked earnestly to capture some of the leads in the Tribal Plays and the Operetta. They seem to have succeeded, as a number of the leading parts were acted by Freshmen. The Indian braves went out strongly for atbletics as well, and intend to do the same in coming activities. 19 Wh, SS PAGE EIGHTEEN “ LITERARY SECTION DESERT GLORIES High above the silent desert Then retires from sight leaving the world Slowly, softly, shadows shorten, All alone. As the sun climbs high and higher. Slowly the shadows of cacti lengthen, Sun-baked flowers look up and smile, But still the sun throws out its beauty, Soon to wince at the gaze of the sun; Reflecting colors in the sky. Sands reflect the morning radiance, Here a splash of golden yellow, Brightening the drab dunes of the waste There a streak of glowing rose Separated, joined and mingled With the blue of skies beyond. In the hidden glories of the twilight Shadows softly seem to deepen, And the splendors of the sand dunes Wrap themselves in darkest night, Hager to find a cooler place And like sentinels of the desert To rest their hot and sun-scorched feet. Cacti stand alone and watch, A desert bird appears in haste, Guarding o’er the waste land treasures Utters a short-breathed, panting cry Till they sparkle with the sun. From a dry and heat parched throat, —Dorothy Page. land Into a blinding, sparkling world, Wrapped in stillness, Silent as death, Except for the snapping of a twig As rabbits scamper from shade to shade “MELON TIME IN DIXIE LAND” twilight; a still breeze was blowing, and the air was fra- It was a balmy summer with their day’s. work grant with the smell of summer flowers. All were through in the rear of Oak Dale plantation, and all was quiet except g of a banjo. The negro men were of the colony and were discus- out in the negro colony for the hum of voices and the occasional strummin gathered together over by the brick well in the center sing the events of their day in the fields. Small dusky pickaninnies were playing out in front of the crowded one and two room cabins. Angeline and Alfonso, the Romeo and Juliette of the colony, were sit- ting under a large oak out of sight of the colony, but Alfonso’s deep bass came floating back, singing: “Good night ma’ Angeline, Farewell ma’ gal so fin-nn-ee. Leaving time is grieving time. Hates to part with baby mine. Night time was made for loving, It’s the right time for turtle doving.” Old Granny Cindy was sitting on a soap box out in front of her cabin, smoking A great sorrow had befallen Granny many years before, and her old corn cob pipe. old pipe as her best friend and sits out in front of her cabin now she clings to her and smokes it all day long. Everyone was happy tonight, and why shouldn’t he be? Wasn’t tomorrow the happiest day of all the year? It was the day when all the darkies gathered together from miles around and celebrated the ripening of the watermelons. On this day of days every mammy had a new gingham gown. Many people came from miles around, and they were allowed to eat all of the beloved fruit that they could possibly hold as well as feast on possum pie, sweet taters, and other foods dear to the negro’s heart. In the evening they could dance to their hearts content and enjoy themselves as only a carefree darky can. PAGE NINETEEN Very happy were they on this day, those carefree negroes, who had so little worldly goods but who were so contented and happy with what little they owned. Aunt Mandy, a good natured soul of about fifty years of age and some two hun- dred pounds in weight came from her cabin. Immediately a scream went up among the children, and they all ran to her, “Won't you please sing us a song, Aunt Mandy?” cried Liza, a long legged girl of ten. “Lawd, chillens, Aunt Mandy ain’t got no time for to sing you all no song, Yo’ jest run along and let old. aunty be,” replied Aunt Mandy. “No, no, Aunty, won’t yo’ please sing us jest one little song?” “All right den’ I will. Which un’ does yo’ want me to sing?” “Sing the one about the turkey,” said Rastus. Aunt Mandy picked up the smallest child in the group, put him on her knee, and rolling her eyes began to sing: “A-way down yander in the lot— De’ gander walk and the toikey he trot.” She sang this, Baa Baa Black Sheep, Johnny Get Your Gun, and Swing Low Sweet Chariot before the children would let her stop. When she finished at last and sent the children off to bed, Angeline came over to her, “Hello, Angeline. Sit down dere; I hain’t seen you since Buck wuz a calf. Whar hab you been keeping yoself heah lately “T ain’t been no place in particular, Aunt Mandy, jest kinda busy, dat’s all. I sez to myself tonite that it wuz about time I wuz a callin’ on you, and I come over to set awhile. How is things a goin’ on up at the big house?” “Fine as silk, Angeline. Say, reckon we'll have a pretty big crowd heah_ to- morrow. Don’t you?” ; “Yeah, I suppose we will. Alfonso sez that a lot of folks is a comin’ frum clean up Thomasville way. By the way, Aunt Mandy, will you tell me why Granny Cindy won’t come out of her cabin any durin’ the watermelon feast? Yestiddy I sez to her, sez I, ‘Is yo’ planning on a big time tomorrow, Granny?’ And she jest stared at me kinda queerish like and sez, ‘Go long chile, yo’ jest go long and let old Granny be.’ How come she do like that Aunt Mandy?” “Well, Angeline, yo’ jest sit still, an’ I will tell yo’ all about it.” “Jest forty years ago tonight all of us wuz a sittin’ around heah jest as we all is now an’ a plannin’ on wot a good time we wuz all a goin’ to have the next dayanI wuz jest about ten den, and and Granny Cindy wuz twenty and the belle of the colony, and she had jest married Moses Johnson that day. Moses wuz twenty-one and as fine a looking a young man as you would ever expect to see. They was gure- ly one happy couple dat day, and they had planned to stay heah until after the water- melon feast, and ‘en they wuz a goin’ to go clean up to Thomasville on their honey- moon. “Well, the day of the feast came, an’ we all had as good a time as we could and ate all dat we could hold, an’ dat night they all wuz a dancin,’ All ob dem wuz a dancin,’ and, chile alive, yo’ ought to hab seen Granny Cindy dance. Yo neber in yo’ life saw anybody what wuz half as good a dancer ag Granny Cindy—an’ Moses, why he wuz the best fiddler in the country. Honey lamb, onct yo’ heard him playin’ yo! feet would start to ticklin’ and’ yo’ couldn’t keep frum dancin’ if your feet wuz bound wid twine, “Well, dat night Moses wuz a playin’ an’ Granny Cindy wuz a settin’ by an’ a- PAGE TWENTY ttle un- ong 2 irl] Yo’ nd WwW er ar ry listin’ when up comes Massa Tom from the big house. I kin see him as plain as if it wuz yestiddy when he walked up, grabbed Moses by the collar, and sez: “‘TLas’ night dis heah negro came to my house and stole my daughter’s rubies an’ now he must come wid me.’ “Moses tole him dat he neber took the rubies. But did it do any good? No siree, not wib Massa Tom; he jest uped an’ took Uncle Moses off widout sayin’ a word to nobody, and we ain’t seen hair nor hide of Uncle Moses since dat night. We think dat he wuz put in jail, and he might be in jail yet. “Granny hasn’t danced a step since dat night forty long years ago, and Uncle Moses’ fiddle is still in her cabin, and it hasn’t been played since dat night when he wuz took away. We all hopes dat he will show up some day yit tho. Dat is all of the story, Angeline.” “I am sho’ glad thet yo’ tole me de story, Aunt Mandy. I thinks myself dat some day Uncle Moses will come back. Good night, Aunt Mandy.” “Good night, Angeline, yo’ go git some sleep now cause I thinks dat yo’ dancin’ feets will sho’ be in demand tomorrow.” The day of days dawned very fair, and the people began pouring in; some came in old rickety wagons, some in buggies, some on foot, some hobbled in on canes, and a few came on the cars. Those negroes enjoyed themselves that day as only negroes can, They sat around and cracked jokes on each other, ate until they were hardly able to get around, and lay out under the large oak trees. Some strummed banjos all day, and singing was heard the whole day through. Some small pickaninnies danced and played blind-man’s-bluff out in the sunshine. About eleven o’clock the negroes saw Miss Margaret from the big house coming toward them. She went straight over to the merry makers and asked for Angeline. She took Angeline aside, and they whispered for some time, and then they called Alfonso over. In a few minutes he and Miss Margaret went off, and Angeline came back to the negroes with her dusky face shining. They all crowded around and begged her to tell them what had taken place, but she only smiled and said, “Yo’ all jest wait, and tonight yo’ will sho’ hab one mo’ big surprise.” That night they had a barn dance, and all of the negroes were dancing, too busy enjoying themselves to notice the trio that was standing in the barn door. The trio consisted of Alfonso, Granny Cindy, and a bent old man. Granny Cindy’s face was beaming and so was the old man’s that was standing by her. Alfonso went up to the fiddler and whispered a few words to him, and before the dancers knew what was taking place the music changed, and they heard music such as they had never heard before or since. The strings of the violin fairly talked. And everyone stopped dancing and listened. It seemed as if the violin was telling the story of a lifetime. One minute you could hear laughter and the next, weeping. In the music were all the longings and hopes of a lifetime and all the joys and sorrows. And when the dancers recognized the player they were sure that he was playing the story of his life. He seemed to give them a picture of that wedding day so long ago, of his hopes of happiness and then his sorrows when he was put in prison and at the last his violin seemed to tell of his happiness when the rubies had been found and he had been released. The music became softer and softer now and at last died out. Old Uncle Moses stood still a moment, and it seemed as if he were going to fall, but he raised his bow once more and with trembling fingers played that age old favorite which will never cease to be popular with the darkies—Old Black Joe: “T’'m comin,’ I’m comin,’ Though my head is bending low, I hear their gentle voices calling, Old Black Joe.” PAGE TWENTY-ONE When at the last the plaintive strains had died away and he had made a sweep- ing bow, his audience was too spellbound to even move, all except Granny Cindy, who went over to him; and there the old couple sat hand in hand while the tears of happiness ran down their wrinkled black cheeks. Marybess Wood INDIAN LEGENDS OF SAN GORGONIO PASS It had been a warm day. I was seated near the tent of my Indian host. In the distance dead mountain ranges stood forth in weird outline against the sky. I sat there watching the last blazing glory of the sun sink away, watching the blackness of night come out of the east in pursuit of the sun that had sunk below the moun- tains in the west. “Still the golden Sun Man In the sky is seen; Every day he summons The hunters to the plain, But the silver Moon Squaw Follows in his path, Calls the hunters home again Laughing at his wrath.” The fire had died out. A squaw came out of the darkness and dropped beside ihe embers. She blew them into a feeble blaze and threw on fresh wood. ‘The call of the fire summoned the tribe together. Around the blazing logs they gathered. The days I had spent in the reservation at Palm Springs had been happy ones. The pass itself is hemmed in by majestic mountains lost to the world—one of the gateways to the heart of Southern California. I realized that here where these gaunt, rugged mountains were veiled in purple and gray was a land of enchantment and mystery. I had been a silent witness of the blackness of these same mountains changing to a deep bluish purple of the most exquisite shade as day rose out of the desert. All this went through my mind as I gazed at this assembled mass of Indians— this tribe which lived surrounded by the great sand wrapped desert, whose mystery no man knows—the desert which one finds forsaken of most things but beauty and God. Long ago the Indian tribes went on a journey to the northwest. They banded together at Los Angeles (Hem-atcha-mock-va), and soon the line could be seen wind- ing over the rolling prairie. But when they reached what the people now call the “Jackrabbit,” they stopped and parted. Finally, one tribe reached Gilman Springs where the people paused to wash off the dust of travel. The desert was their vast dressing room; friendly eyes were their mirrors. The other tribe reached Palm Springs, and finding the springs, called it Sereh. So it was thus that the Indians came here to live side by side in this wonder- land where the mountains come in assorted colors and the sunshine bathes all with its glare. Here in this land of variegated mountains the tribesmen look down on the same little sand gardens their ancestors once cultivated. The Indian no longer lives in his land of moonlit waters. He no longer stands above his village and gives homage to his gods. The water is still now. The years have covered their villages. All has decayed, and our American has vanished. Gone with the wind! Gone to the happy hunting grounds. Gone with nothing to remember PAGE TWENTY-TWQ him by except the legends heard on that memorable evening as I sat around the Indian campfire that I am going to relate to you: Years ago a tribe was called together. They all assembled in their adobe village wondering why Big Chief had called. The sun, when it sank below the mountain peaks, painted the sky a fiery red, and the medicine man prophesied death. Big Chief told them of the mountain lion that was threatening all with death. He asked that a brave offer himself to go forth and slay this lion. A brave, the most hand- some of the tribe, arose. With a farewell he left his people behind and offered him- self to the great adventure of death. An Indian maid, in tears, stood letting them drop into the water. Her mate was gone, sacrificing himself. The chase lasted many days, neither one gaining on the other until a hollow powl in the mountain was reached. There a terrible battle was fought; the mountain licn lay dead on the ground; and beside him the Indian brave, dying. Thus they lay until, with a heavy sigh, the brave died. Days came and went, and the village saw no return of their brave. Big Chief ordered that all the mountain sides be searched. Days later the Indians stumbled on a hidden lake, but little did they dream that its red color was that of blood or that beneath its oily smoothness the bones of the brave did lie. On their return, an Indian maiden stood gazing into the moonlit waters and then a slight throw of her body and she was gone. This colorful tale fascinated me, and upon inquiry I learned that the Indians call it “The Legend of Hidden Lake.’ I was eager for more and the old squaw continu- ed: Just south of the village of Palm Springs one finds a striking break in the mountains, and this is called Tahquitz Canyon for the evil spirit of the Cahuillas. The village was in sadness. The giant Tahquitz had stolen the pride of the tribe and had started up San Jacinto with the fair maiden. All the braves donned their: war paint and started in pursuit. Up the hills, down the valleys, they followed the giant. Tahquitz, seeing them, set down the maiden and hurled giant boulders down upon them. Many turned back, still more, until only the lover remained. The pursuit continued. Tahquitz pushed the maiden into a cave and closed the entrance with a rock. The time comes when Tahquitz can hold his wrath no longer. There on the mountain side he bellows, and a wind comes flying down upon the people, lifting the sand from its resting place to send it flying through the air—the Tahquitz twister! The old Indians look wise and shake their heads, and deep down in their hearts they are afraid. This ancient myth saddened me, but I was still anxious for more, and so I asked the chief of the tribe to explain to me why the lizard has a blue belly. The chief replied: It had been many days since the gods had blessed the land with rain. A con- course was called. The chief of the tribe spoke and asked that homage be given to the gods. “Pray, tribesmen, pray, but to no earthly king— Lift up your hands above the blighted grain. Look westward—if they please, the Gods shall bring Their mercy with the rain.” The medicine man came forth and suggested that the lizard be sent up into the sky in quest of rain. After a weary journey, he went before the gods and told them that which he wished. As a reward for his valor he was presented with a piece of sky which henceforth he wore on his belly. Conscious that my Indian friends were tiring of my questioning I asked for but one more tale. This was it: Hundreds of years ago far, far beyond the sea the birds came out of the east and flew onward into the west. They flew from one place to another, from mountain PAGE TWENTY-THREE and valley and back again, urged by some strange instinct, past the flowing water of the rivers and over the golden sands of the desert to the blue waters of the sea, but they could not find the rest they sought. In their journey they reached one morning the mountain, San Jacinto. There on the summit they gazed down below and saw there beneath them springs and green spotted places. They sang all night about the suffering and hardships they had undergone, and as the first light of dawn appeared, many of the birds, mostly the humming birds, found the rest they sought in the oasis of Sereh, The time came when my visit was to end, and I felt that never could I again be wholly happy away from this land of Indian romance. This last story was told not only with the hope of satisfying me, but also to bring a glorious ending to my even- ing’s entertainment. Years ago when the tribe was still strong, an Indian Chief often went to bathe the weariness from his limbs. Even now a gurgling, laughing spring grasps you and pulls you down into the water baby’s abode. One morning an Indian squaw came to the spring and there lying on its side she saw Bae-a-ne-wit. She stopped to pick him up but immediately he fell into the water and was gone. Later an Indian brave came to get some water. As he neared the spring he saw the water baby standing and looking toward San Jacinto, The baby turned and looked at him and then disappear- ed. Loud splashes shot up into the air, and the ground shook and trembled. Among our Indian tribes still lingers many tales which are to us like a voice from the past, plaintive and haunting. But now that Time has covered their villages, buried their deeds, and given their land to the white people, they are silent. Ah! the Indian legend, the record of the redskins, the blessing to mankind, the picture of the moonlit waters and adobe villages, and a young warrior giving homage to his gods. —Reta Hansen THE DESERT ANGEL Half way down old San Jacinto is a figure of an angel in the rocks. Even the cruel desert has a spark of the Divine. Her wings are opened, but not in flight; her hands are clasped benignly at her breast; her face is a mist; and her feet fade into the rocks of which she is a part. She is there in the dawning to bid the morning star farewell and to welcome the daybreak; she is there to guide the traveler through desert heat; she is still there when the purple shades of eventide color the low hills of the east. She is there when all is dark, where she may watch the golden moon peep over the black ranges, hesitate on the brink and sail calmly and majestically into the great sky-dome. The desert angel has seen the desolate winter below her and has felt the snow fall gently on her wings; the first signs of spring with blankets of frail flowers have gladdened her heart. She has watched the desert brightened by El color del oro. She has felt the suffocating heat of summer, and has seen the Choco- late range hidden by haze. She has heard the echoes of the sand storm as it swirls around the rocky points. The rains of autumn have cooled her parched lips. The tips of her gray white wings touch the top of the steep desert hill. With hands outstretched she softly sings, “Suena, my desert, be still.” —Betty Mixsell PAGE TWENTY-FOUR “a ¢ Fp GH 4 oon ah i Rie ee haters eo 3 Ew en oe oe oD ¥ ley Se 8 ee OD mh as =p te} isl ish eh =! AT VIKGAN PAGE TWENTY-FIVE SHOLARSHIP SOCIETY (With apologies to Longfellow) From the mountain peaks of Knowledge, Gitche Manito, the mighty, Called the tribes of men together, ‘alled to them to pause and listen. Over them he stretched his right hand To subdue their stubborn nature, Spake to them with voice majestic, “Listen to the words of wisdom” Should you ask me whence this story, Whence these legends and traditions, I should answer, I should tell you, From the forests and the prairies, From the giant halls of Learning, From the land of education, If still further you should ask me, Saying ‘What is Scholarship? Tell us of this Scholarship,” I should answer your inquiries Straightway, in such words as follow: In the green and lovely valley Guarded by the lofty mountains Dwell the wisdom seekers, Ever studying, ever striving. Ye who love the books of nature, Love the sunshine of athletics, Love the shadow of mathematics, Love the English with its branches, And the Latin and the Spanish, And the rushing through of histories, Listen to these worthy legends, To this story of the Scholarship! Ye whose hearts are fresh and simple, You believe, that in all ages Every human heart is human, That in even student bosoms There are longings, yearnings, strivings For the glory that they know not, That the feeble minds and wills Groping blindly in the darkness Are lifted up and strengthened 3y the willing hand of Scholarship Who shall be a Prophet to you, Who shall guide and teach you, Who shall toil and suffer with you. If you listen to his counsels, You'll attain your great ambitions. If his warnings pass unheeded, You will fade away and perish! PAGE TWENTY-SIX i E ditonr-im-Chilet ssssssereee-ees ee ee Doe Worotiys Page Business) Wlamacers secre acc eeeeeceneee vecesesseeess------- Bertrand Wood Society and Literary Wditor —............-..-------.-. Betty Mixsell Syoyepeiey UM(ChNON? eens f ee eee Jack McDonald Joke Hditor’ 2... Sree ees em O Som Cally: Baculty: AdwisOr™ occ sc.cevsesccceseeate toes Se caeeotneeecess fee Mrs. Silverwood Until this year the B. U. H. S. tribe had no paper but the “She-Bang, which was posted on the bulletin board. This year, however, it was decided that our tribe had erown enough to justify the publication of a paper which would be printed and dis- tributed individually to the members of the tribe. After much arbitration it was decided to attempt an edition of the “Megaphone” every three weeks. Students and faculty alike agreed that a real paper would add school spirit as well as give to the pupils the good experience of editing a paper. The local newspaper men, Carl Barkow and Harvey Johnson, made the prospects of a paper become a reality by making special rates for having it printed. As the year progressed, the paper improved. At the newspaper contest of the fall convention of the Southern California Pressmen’s Association, the Megaphone received comparatively high rating. At the spring convention it received two of the five major awards given, one for first place for an editorial with 92 per cent, and the other for the best humor section, with 80 per cent. —D. G. P. PAGE TWENTY-SEVEN GIRES’ GLEE CLUB Among the many clans of the tribe of braves and maidens worshippers of the great gods “Hrudition” and “Athletics” known as “Banningites,’ there is one com- posed of maidens called the “Glee Club,” which gives afternoons and evenings to celebration. Their chief is Mrs. Van Norman, who leads them through many days otf singing and pow-wowing. Several moons ago they entertained a clan of squaws, the “P. T. A,” arrayed in white costumes with green headdresses. Five moons ego they gave an evening to singing and dancing for a council of squaws from the tribes of many pueblos in “The Wigwam of the Desert” at the pueblo “Palm Springs,” situated near Tahquitz, a place of many Indian legends and traditions. After many weeks of hard practice, two days and nights were given to worship of the moon god when on February 16 and 17 they gave “Once in a Blue Moon,” which was announced to all the tribes by the “runner,” Laura Mary Hauverman. Occasionally one maiden renders a solo pow-wow in the assembly of maidens and braves. When the one clan, “the High and Mighties,” have their final council before starting on their trip to the great hunting ground, “The World,’ the remainder of the maidens will sing at the evening given over to the worship of “White Dresses,” “Bouquets” and “Farewell Addresses.” —V. H. PAGE TWENTY-EIGHT BOYS’ GLEE CLUB At the first of the year the you ths of our tribe banded together and formed an organization called the Boys’ Glee Club. Their object was to develop their voices and to entertain the rest of the tribes. They have succeeded quite well, for they have entertained us in our assemblies many times; and in the middle of the year they joined with the other glee club and gave an operetta. This was a great success and aroused the interest and praise of the townspeople. They have proved themselves worthy of this praise and have been a great credit to our school. FORENSIC Although B. U. H. S. lost the cup to Perris this year in the Forensic meet, the braves and maidens are not daunted, for they have to win the cup just once more to permanently retain it. A splendid team went forth to represent us in the Forensic meet at Corona, May 4th, and each one on the team should be praised for his won- derful work. “The Necklace,” a reading by Guy de Maupassant, was cleverly pre- sented by Hleanor Friedman, representing the Freshman class; Marybess Wood, rep- resenting the Sophomores, read ‘‘Melon Time in Dixie Land,’ her own short story, and very charmingly related. In her original essay upon “Indian Legends of San Gorgonio Pass,” Reta Hansen, from the Junior class, has told of something haunting in the fancy of all—those old, old, never-to-be forgotten legends, written up in a most appealing manner. And again Jack McDonald, our worthy Senior warrior who has defended the Green and White more than once, represented us in the Forensic. Jack delivered his oration on “The Spirit of Our Constitution,’ with a great deal of force and appeal and won the audience with his splendid work. All of the Forensic compositions were produced in the English Department under the direction of Mrs. Silverwood, and a great deal of credit should be given her for her splendid coaching. PAGE TWENTY-NINE THE VAR SITY CLUB The Varsity Club consists of a band of Indian braves originating at the Banning Union High School. The leader of this band is Jack McDonald. During the basket- ball season the chief was assisted by Horace Hunt. The braves made a good showing in the varsity league but did not win many games. After the basket ball season was over the braves worked on track with the same fight that they had shown in basket ball. Our braves won the third place in the county track meet. 3ase ball followed basket ball, and on March 28, Bruno Leonesio was elected base ball captain of the braves. The braves of the Varsity Club have had several social events during the year, One night after the varsity was well under way the braves went to San Bernardino for a theater party. Each year the braves of the school that have received letters for athletics during the past year become members of the Varsity Club. As time goes on the club will be a great organization, of which the Banning High School will be proud. —A.S. § J PAGE THIRTY .e ie d GIRLS’ LEAGUE From the eastward, from the westward, To the base of San Jacinto, To the pass of San Gorgonio, To the land of almond blossoms, Came new members to our Girls’ League, Came new members gay and earnest, Indian maidens of Gorgonio, Hearts as pure as yonder snowpeaks Joined in song with lark of meadows. “Who shall say what dreams of prowess We the tribe of San Gorgonio By our union may accomplish?” Was there need for food and comfort? Was there someone sad and lonely? Nothing daunted came the maidens, With their arms outstretched to help them, With their baskets heavy laden, Sharing as the Lord had blessed them, Smiling, helping, cheering, aiding. Came a eall to join in council With the women of the village, When the year began its cycle Sang their songs of love and kindness That the hours might pass more gayly. PAGE THIRTY-ONE Ate the food their hands prepared With the mothers of the village. Home they trailed with hearts united. Summoned by the tribe Soboba, In the guidance of the Wise One, Went two maidens from Gorgonio To the wigwa m of Soboba. Singing, eating, laughing, learning, There to council with the others On their many problems weighty 3ringing visitors to the home tribe. Stand two mighty peaks beside them, Crowned with whiteness through the ages, Thus the maidens of Gorgonio Shall be steadfast to their duty, When new tasks are placed upon them, True of eye and firm of purpose, Hearts as pure as peaks beside them, Hands extended to the helpless. “Not so wide the whole big world is, Not so long and far the way is, 3ut our hearts may be united, And our thoughts be joined together.” —B. M. FORESTRY CLUB Thirty of the braves of the greater student tribe are the chosen ones who hold council at their campfire once every moon to converse on matters of reforestation. Renowned chiefs who have journeyed from the land of the big trees and the high mountains have joined the circle of warriors to discuss reforestation methods. This band of braves was organized March 22, 1926. Kenneth Guild was the first chief; John Frost next; then William Leonesio, and at present Harley S. Morrin. Every year a day is set aside to go into the hills to study trees and plants. Last year we took a trip up to Idyllwild. We visited a small lumber mill which was not in operation at the time. We inspected this mill thoroughly from boilers to lath saws. The Club has presented several plays. Among them are “Pocahontas,” ‘The Shooting of Dan Magrew,”’ and “Hen Pecked Henry Brown.” At present there are 30 members in the Club, including Mr. Moore and Mr. Morris. SENIOR DITCH DAY January 13 was greatly welcomed by the Senior band, for it was Senior Ditch Day. The little group of fourteen maidens and braves set out in the early morning, journeying to the Big Pines on their trusty steeds. Tobogganing and skating proved to be exciting sport and were welcomed by one and all. But it was soon dinner time, and the merry youths and maidens had their noonday meal under the Big Pines, re- turning to their tepees when the stars broke faintly through the western sky. PAGE THIRTY-TWO GIRL RESERVES In the latter part of the Spring of ’24 some of the squaws of the B. U. H.S. tribe founded this organization. Each year eager members have been added to it. After a few months of vacation, the Girl Reserve tribe settled down to the work of the year 1927-1928. So everything was made ready for a prosperous time. At the beginning of the first semester, the Girl Reserves wishing to show their friendly feeling, gave a Hallowe’en Party at the Ladies’ Club House for some of the braves. Later the Girl Reserves took advantage of Leap Year and gave another party for them. Our social affairs have been a great success. Always were they scenes of careless pleasure and happy moments. Perhaps, above all, service is our most important feature. Maudie May Hunt, our service chairman, has done much to make this a success. Programs were pre- sented at the sanatoria. Furthermore, we have endeavored to help the poor and needy of Banning. So it came to pass that the year being almost finished, the Girl Reserves felt that all was well, and hoped that the girls who had not belonged before would join now. —R. H. PAGE THIRTY-THREE DEBATING CLUB The great chief appeared and raised his hands, Then he sighed, and began his story thus: “The legend says that once upon a time, on January 16, at the time when the sun was half-way between the middle and western skies, a long argument was held at the rendezvous of the braves and squaws of the g3anning Union High School Wig- wam. The argument was caused by the question: ‘Resolved: That Educational Qualifications Should Be Required for All Voters’.” Azain the great chief sighed. “The two braves, Bertrand Wood and Richard Hansen, with the help of the squaw, Marcella Pownall, upheld the affirmative. They were from the Senior tribe, and, with a majority of eighteen points, they defeated the Junior tribe, who were up- holding the negative and who were represented by Roberta Willman, Carol Smith, and Reta Hansen.” The great chief sighed again, “Ah,” he remarked, “after that great pattle was over and the pipe of peace had been. smoked, the Sophomore tribe, who were upholding the affirmative and who were Supported by the squaws, Emily Robertson, June Day, and Margaret Foldesy, argued with the Freshmen who were upholding the negative and who were supported by Dolly Pritchett, Eva Mary Sheckler, and George Barker. The question was: ‘Re- solved: That Capital Punishment Should be the Penalty for Premeditated Murder’.” Again the great chief sighed. “After the rising of the sun,” continued the great chief, “the great Senior tribe, who upheld the negative and were represented by EHugena Butler, Vivian Hawley, and Richard Hansen, argued with the Sophomore tribe, who upheld the affirmative and who were supported by Emily Robertson, June Day, and Margaret Foldesy. The question which caused all of the warfare was: ‘Resolved: That the United States Should Permanently Retain the Philippines.’ The honorable judges caused the Sen- iors to be the ‘champion debaters’ of the Banning Union High School Wigwam in the year of 1228 when they gave them the vote with a majority of one hundred and one For the last time the great chief sighed. —{o} points.’ PAGE THIRTY-FOUR THE COOKIN On the fields of the B. U. H. S. tribe is a smaller tepee than the majority. This tepee shelters the cooking class. At the first of the year ten girls joined Miss Pray’s advanced cooking class, which was to cook for the cafeteria. Three of the girls dropped out, leaving seven. These maidens were Frances Pierce, Catherine Hicks, Carol Smith, Gwen Lewis, Eleanor Janssen, Marian Neel, and Florence Jost. Under Miss Pray’s direction, the girls organized and elected a president, a sec- retary, a treasurer, and a publicity manager. The treasurer was also the cashier. Hach month the girls were re-elected to the offices, and thus each girl had a chance to hold an office. About the middle of the school term the girls made and sold candy in the lunch room. This was to raise funds to buy pins. The pins were bought, and the girls are yery proud of them. eh St CHURCHES iurches grey and glebe and gloomy, Insolent, brazen and proclaiming, Churches austere and foreboding, A city church stands out, iurches where the monks have trod Dressed in dangerous, dashing colors, Down through ages, vigils keeping. A sanctitude of modern stucco, 1urches on the western plains, 3ut away in a hidden valley Stark and lonely, bleak and bare, Alone in a still small town ains that never saw a flower Is a little cottage chapel Plains where blazing rays beat down. Drenched in a spirit divine. —MARCELLA POWNALL PAGE THIRTY-FIVE THE ORCHESTRA Who makes the war music? Who renders the martial music which sends the braves of B. U. H. S. out to victory? None other than that worthy band of youths and maidens composing the Orchestra. It is they who fill the halls and rooms with gay music, music which delights the hearers, which gives them inspirations, which gives them a feeling of exaltation. It is they who play for the gathering of the tribes for celebration. Under the excellent instruction of its leader, Mrs. Van Nor- man, the Orchestra has proven itself as an organization of which we may well be proud, APRIL RAIN There is the patter of myriad feet, Like hundreds tramping. Hear them beat Upon the eaves, but not to stay, For down they drip and glide away. While crystals drop from every flower, Tinkling in their lacy bower. Then from the perfumed ground there rises The smell of earth in its myriad guises Of new turned hay, of soaking leaves, Of April lilacs under the eaves, Drenched by a beaded cioth of glass, Flung afar over trees and grass. —DAVID PLANT PAGE THIRTY-SIX AUDITONUM, AGTVitizs OPERETTA—ONCE IN A BLUE MOON The most brilliant and sparkling event of the year, the operetta, “Once in a Blue Moon,” proved a huge success, in the tribe of San Gorgonio, for on February 16th and 17th the combined Glee Clubs of the tribe, under the direction of Mrs. Van Norman, assisted by Mr. Reis, successfully presented the operetta, “Once in a Blue Moon.” One of the most striking features of the operetta was the double cast, a different cast acting each night. SYNOPSIS “Blue Moon, Love Moon,” “We Love You,’ “The Moon lLadies’—Alice Maude Walch and Marcella Pownall, sitting on their crescent throne on high, added romance to the operetta. Mrs. Montgomery, the charming hostess, so well characterized by Laura Mary Hauverman and Reta Hansen, is giving a week-end party, and eagerly awaits Bob Har- rington, her nephew, who has been absent at college for four long years. Alden Burks does justice to the hero in the role of George Taylor, alias Bob Harrington. Genelle Gilman and Estelle Dushek carry through the part of Sylvia Montgomery, the attractive fiance of Bob, while Leatrice, her young sister—that young sister who with her naughty pranks proves to be the life of the party and keeps the audience in gales of laughter, was well acted out by Eleanor Bigley and Clarice Cothran. Mrs. Lila Lavender, the coquetting widow, who vainly attempts to win Babbit Morton, an old home-town booster, represented by Bertrand Wood, is exceptionally well por- trayed by Roberta Willman and Emily Robertson. Sir Percival Chetwood, the jolly Englishman, and Rene Le Mon, the Frenchman, Leslie Scally and Garland Weagley re- spectively, accuse George of the robbery of Mrs. Montgomery’s jewels. But Suzzanne, that clever little French mail, who makes life miserable for Hop Sing Hi, the China- man, Richard Coombs and Jim Applestill, is played very well, indeed, by Anna Fran- ces Bramkamp and Betty Mixsell. These two discover that it was none other than Sir Percival and M. Rene Le Mon themselves. After a series of thrilling complications a telegram from the real Bob Harrington liberates George so that he can explain his identity as just the room-mate of Bob and came in Bob’s stead when Bob was detained. Before the silver-blue moon fades into the ethereal mists that night, George claims Sylvia. Two other couples are in- fluenced by the moon’s mystic magnetism, and Billy Maxwell, whose part was inter- preted by Richard Hansen, secures the promise of Betty, Sylvia’s dearest friend, the part being well played by Maudie May Hunt and Gwendolyn Lewis; Skylark, the detective, represented by Norman Curtis, secures Suzzanne for a life sentence for stealing his heart. These happy incidents leave the merry guests wondering if the cause were truly the silver-blue moon shining overhead. A CACTUS Fast and barren it stands, Ugly and pitiless there it rests. A statue crowned by the sun, The merciless winds around it moan. Bedded by the crusty sands, Filled like the bosom of a treasure chest, And tired as the day that’s done. The cactus has a beauty of its own. —JACK McDONALD PAGE THIRTY-SEVEN STUDENT BODY PLAYS Three clever one-act plays were presented by the San Gorgonios, December ninth, under the splendid coaching of Miss Pray, assisted by Mrs. Silverwood. “A Little Fowl Play” and “Neighbors” sent the audience into gales of laughter, whereas “The Store,’ a more serious play, won the approval of all. “A LITTLE FOWL PLAY” Sybil Warren and her husband, Gilbert, a fiction writer, are very low, financially, and the funniest complications arise, for they do not even have enough so that they might dismiss the maid. Their cupboard much resembles Mother Hubbard’s; they have no money to purchase their meals with, but worse yet, their charge account is as useless as a doorknob to get their meals. By chance, a chicken meant for Mr. Tolbooth, is delivered to them, and not finding anyone at home, they decide to make it their luscious evening meal. Just then Mr. Tolbooth drops in and asks if he might use their phone so that he can call in regard to his long overdue fowl. AS a matter of politeness, Gilbert asks him to have dinner with them, feeling very uncom- fortable. It finally turns out that Mr. Tolbooth is a recommender of fiction to the publishing companies and warmly praises Gilbert for his work. At last Sybil and Gilbert are started upon their journey toward fame and fortune, miraculously, through the aid of a little fowl. Sybil Warren (the a Re ea Louise Mason MieivantuO eur aC) seers _........... werna Stewart Gilbert Warren Se gearasees Leslie Scally Mr Tollbooth’ =: . .......... Jim Applestill “THE STORE” Very little are the pleasures of the Dickey family, while Mr. Dickey keeps them tied down to the store and works them like slaves; but Grace is happy, for she is going to marry Harry and escape all of this drudgery and toil. Mary reminds her that more work will be thrown upon Ma Dickey. In the evening while the family is gathered about, Mary and George rebel against slaving any longer for the old store, and they start to leave, but return when they remember that their mother will have to bear more. Harry asks for the hand of Grace, but he is told, with surprise to all, that he can have Grace if he takes over the chain store that Pa Dickey expects to start. Harry, after much deliberation, takes Grace and the chain store, while affairs go on just as before. Ma Dickey ... i Eleanor Bigley GOOLZAMDICKOY: oi-cos. narseeeetcees Harold Harris Mary Dickey ........ eats eee TaNnces) selerce Grace Dickey ....... .. Genevieve Johnson Harry eaesce ace .. Elwood Rutherford Pat Dick ays 20sec cee eac es rors eS ; Milton Harl “NEIGHBORS” Gossips seem to gather in every community, and Mrs. Abel’s kitchen seems to be the gathering place of all. Grandma and Mrs. Abel are immensely enjoying them- selves tearing rags for rugs, ironing, and conversing jointly when Mrs. Trot and later Mrs. Moran and Ezra enter. In a few moments’ Inez dashes in with the alarming news that Mrs. Ellsworth’s sister has died and her little boy is coming to live with her and Mrs. Ellsworth, who has a hard time to keep things straight as they are. Old shoes, shirts, and stockings seem to gather fast in the village for the poor boy in the drive the neighbors have launched for him. The neighbors are going to give a surprise party for Mrs. Ellsworth in honor of the boy. But alas! Mrs, Ellsworth PAGE THIRTY-EIGHT herself comes into the busy kitchen with the news that the little boy is not coming after all because some other relation has adopted him, Peter, who has been romant- ically in love with Inez, finally has enough courage to stutter his proposal, and all ends well. Grandma .... Clarice Cothran Mrs. Abel Gwendolyn Lewis Ezra Williams Lowell Deweese Horace Hunt IN Geist MON AEN TL, Bos ass Oaercrnrerre esos seep eeeneoaeeea cee . Eleanor Janssen Mrs. Trot DRE a7 Sa At ne SSL ee LLC te gD BUY, Mase. EIsworthy esos Luce. Virginia Johnson “ROMEO AND JOLIET” (With a chorus of Banning Peaches). Book by one who wrote it. Music by Fifth Period Harmony class. Lyrics by Fourth Year English class. Gowns by Miss Pray’s Sewing classes. Romeo's costumes from ‘We Cover the World.” Joliet’s gowns from “Union I Ran Works.” Furniture from “Furnish the Home and We'll Furnish the Girl.” ACT ONE Scene I—At noon on the lawn. Scene IJ—On a weenie bake. Scene III—At Berdoo. Scene IV—At Bradley’s—(Those Spoons). ACT TWO Scene I—At Herb’s “Perspiring Pup” Stand. Scene II—At the Boston Postum Party. ACT THREE Scene I—In the Tomb of Joliet. Scene II—In the Grave. Scene III—In Heaven Scene IV—lIn the Other Place. MUSICAL NUMBERS Act One Dance of the Vodka Boatmen. ..............- ‘ Faculty Four XG hiss Lime; : Mr. Moore “On the Warpath” ... : Og oan ee ere eee ee Toe ODE Act Two When the Tower of Pisa Falls, I’ll Graduate Glen Bacon The Dance of the Cellar Spirits -...............-..------------ Who are they, SENIORS? Act Three ALL ALONE Weagley, after trip to Anaheim Waiting on the Lawn ............----s---:-ceeecsscecceeneceneenenceeteceneaeneseeccecesncenaccncnnancncnee “Chink” Morrin Galifornia, Here We Come ..................--.-- Stee. Ova te Seen: ee SHINIORS PAGE THIRTY-NINE Taig andes €aoe) he Ya tley. (Paine Pictune) Ns a ; SN, a la y. “ilar mer i y° _ tl : f ; r : 7 4 imc Spang hes Wheae's the Oh! 1. dee tbe ; : Spavarg. a 2 Reser blaace? biadiel! PAGE FORTY PACE FORTY-ONE a Be Of Tauaks! Em sy gomg Teck. Faeshaéd Saahomoae Tusste, PAGE FORTY-TWO Own? Leadeas asket-Baill: Heavies Avubacy mseey PAGE F ORTY-THREE Plowat . a “Aase 2 Pea sodents Asa This 15 Leapuyeaa! SDosyoe be seiuin nono ae eee : 6, Seoto ala SA ACRREEI R Scat . .2 ‘tes : Foum Dad ‘ Aowmbacs- Re ven seis Sweet; PAGE FORTY-FOUR ATHLETICS The athletic teams of this year have far exceeded any teams in many moons. Although the warriors did not win any championships their teams have put fear into the hearts of their opponents. The Indians always played a clean and hard game to the end. To Chief Coach Oakley Morris goes the greatest of the honor for developing and instilling the fight that was in the Tribe of Banning Athletes. Baseball and Tennis remain as our hopes of gaining a championship. Both teams are powerful and stand an even chance of breaking into the Win Column. The Braves from Banning have established a staunch reputation. BASKET BALL Under the tutelage of Chief Morris, the Banning Varsity made a capable showing. The Indians, although winning only two games, displayed real fight from start to finish. The greatest defeat was by the margin of four points. Losing only four letter men the Redskins should produce a powerful crew next term. The season started off with warrior Hunt at center. Hunt played a stellar game all season. Warriors McDonald and Burks were at forward while the three staunch fighters, Leonesio, Morrin and Shidler played guard. Warriors Weagley and Woods were the substitutes. In the Council at the start of the season “Husky” Hunt and Jack McDonald were chosen to lead the crew into battle as Captains. PRACTICE GAMES The tribe of Braves played three practice games meeting Beaumont twice and Blythe once. They started the season off by scalping Beaumont 4-0. In a return game however, the Blue socks defeated the Indians in a close 14-11 game. Then the locals journeyed to Blythe where they came out on the short end of a slow game. The final scores for the season were: Banning 13, Hemet 15. Banning 3. Beaumont 7. Banning 17, San Jacinto 6. Banning 15, Perris 18. Banning 5, Elsinore, 8. PAGE FORTY-FIVE HEMET The first league game was held at Hemet. Although the local tribe of red skins was outweighed they outfought their opponents to a standstill. In a hair-raising con- test Banning found herself ahead at the gun by a 13-12 score. However, Hemet was awarded a free shot, and Nelson hooped the casaba in to tie the score. In an extra frame our enemies took the game by a 13-15 score. Leonesio and Hunt started for Janning while Nelson looked good for the Valley tribe. BEAUMONT Although the locals staged a rally in the last half it fell short by a margin of three points, and Beaumont went home with a 7-3 victory. The Indians could not get going, and the game was very slowly played. However, the Beaumont quintet outweighed the Banning five to a man The local crew was suffering from over- confidence as the brand of basket ball played by our cpponents was not marvelous. SAN JACINTO Coming into their own, the Banning braves stormed the San Jacinto black shirts and presented the visitors with a 17-6 drubbing. The Indians showed plenty of streneth and looked like a formidable aggregation. However, San Jacinto took the lead in the first half, the local crew trailing by a 5-4 score. But, in the last half they 9 came back with the old Banning fight to amass the total 13 points to San Jack’s 1. PERRIS Traveling to Perris the local quintet came out on the short end of an 18-15 score. The Morris men started the game off by jumping into a 5 point lead, but the Perris crew went in a spree, and at the end of the half the score stood 9-5 in their favor. The locals could not get going, and the score advanced to 17-9 at the end of the third quarter, But in the last quarter the local warriors staged a pow-wow; but their rally fell short by three points, and we came home on the short end of an 18-15 score, ELSINORE The last game of the season was played with the lakesiders on our own stamping grounds. The game was played in cold weather, and both teams were at a decided disadvantage. The Indian tribe started the ceremonies by gaining a 3 point lead. However, at half time they were trailing by a 5-4 score. After playing fighting basket ball for the remaining period the score ended 8-5 in favor of the Elsinore outfit. The local crew could not overthrow its jinx. PAGE FORTY-SI LIGHT WEIGHT BASKET BALL With a squad of green men the Banning midgets started the season off with a poor handicap. Headed by the versatile captain Gene Pritchett the light weights proved to be a fighting outfit. Gene was the only experienced man on the squad and he displayed his basket ball ability in every game played. The team was ligh! and were outweighed in every contest, although they always outfought their heavier opponents. With practically every man returning to the fold, the green and white midgets should carry home the pennant next year with every po ition filled by a veteran. This year the squad lined up with Pritchett, Curtis, Janssen as forwards; Marvin and Wilson, centers; Jost, Mason, Stewart and Beck at guards. Coach Morris recommended six men for letters including Capt. Pritchett, Norman Curtis, Ralph Marvin, Fred Janssen, Roy Beck and Walter Jost. TACKY DAY If one had cautiously peeked into the great wigwam of the B.U. HS, tribe ‘on March 13, 1928, he would have seen a very unusual sight. For instance, there ap- peared the squaw Estelle Dushek dressed as a typical old-fashioned school teacher, and Fred Clatworthy as a Hoosier school boy after the fray. Some of our braves passed as maidens, and vice-versa. Hveryone dressed in old Glothes; some in odd shoes and stockings, some in tight coats and long shirts, others in old overalls and ragged shirts. It was not unusual to see a brave with a long peace-pipe in his mouth. Yes, it was “Tacky Day.” The maidens put up delicious box lunches, which were auctioned to the warriors at six o’clock P. M. Everyone betook himself to his respective tepee at eight o’clock, after an enjoyable pow-wow. Olive Sutton. PAGE FORTY-SEVEN TRACK SEASON Under the guidance of Coach Oakley Morris, Banning enjoyed its first successful track season in the history of the school, Although nearly every man was inexperienced, Banning put fear into the hearts of all of its foes, mainly by the development and progress made by Coach Morris in training his men. With Captain Hunt in the quarter and half, Sudtell, Morrin, and Leonesio in all dashes, Burks, Raymond and Warren in the hurdles, Mason and Calhoun:in the mile, Leonesio and Elwood Rutherford in the shot and discus, Bartholomew and Marvin in the high jump, Woods, Hicks and Plant in the pole vault, the Banning B. V. D. ar- tists had a formidable crew. The squad placed third in the county meet, being nosed out for first place by Perris and Elsinore. Perris captured first and Elsinore second, 6% points separating the Indians from the leaders. The local crew also met and defeated Beaumont by a good sized majority. Not satisfied with this we traveled to Redlands where we came out on the short end of a hard fought meet with the high-powered blue and white men that was held in the rain. Coach Morris also held an inter-class meet which uncovered a wealth of ma- terial. It was hard fought and the spirit ran high among the four classes. Lovell Chambers donated the annual inter-class trophy, which was won by the Juniors, with a score of 52 points; the Sophomores second with 49, the Frosh third with 28, and the Seniors fourth with 22. PAGE FORTY-EIGHT BASE BALL Hardly had Coach Morris finished track season, when he was greeted by the base ball players. Numerous games were scheduled. With a nucleus of three-letter men around which to build his squad, the boys trained hard. Bruno Leonesio was chosen as captain of the nine. Horace Hunt, letter man, was used as a utility man, while Morrin was forced to quit after injuring his ankle. Phat Rutherford and Tony Rios did the mound duty for the Irish. Rios was one of the best chuckers in the League. Aubrey Shideler was the most consistent man on the squad. He perforced wonderfully and acted like a Ray Schalk behind the plate. Perciado played on the initial sack and did it creditably well. “Balboa” Pritchett was stationed on the key- stone sack. He was peppery and played good ball all season. Gene has two more years in which to star. Plant and Morrin held down the third bag, while Captain Leonesio performed at short. The combination made a peppy infield. The outfield was composed of Wayne Bartholomew, Burks, and Curtis. The gar- den players were all green, but they had plenty of fight. The first game of the season was played with Colton. Colton had had a week’s practice on the local crew, and they won the contest easily. A series of games were scheduled with Beaumont. Banning won three games, losing but one to the blue socks. Coachella, the fast stepping outfit from the desert, came to Banning determ- ined to go home with a victory. Things looked dark for the local crew, and the vis- itors were leading 7-5 in the ninth inning. With two outs, the Irish stayed a rally and sent the guests home on the short end of a 9-8 score. Results of League games: Banning 10, Hemet 25. Banning 3, Beaumont 8. Banning 2, San Jacinto 4. Banning 138, Perris 19. PAGE FORTY-NINE TENNIS TEAM The tennis team had a successful season under the direction of Coach Oakley Morris. With only one veteran returning to the fold, they won the majority of their matches. Most of the squad returns next year, and with this year’s experience they should win the league. The squad lined up with Burks playing boys’ singles, Dick Hansen and Gorham playing first doubles, Floy Hodges women’s singles, Reta Hansen and Betty Mixsell women's doubles, Jack Gorham second boys’ singles, and Eleanor Janssen and Fred Janssen mixed doubles. Matches were carded with several of the strongest teams in the Southland, in- cluding Redlands, Colton and Riverside. Banning won her league match with Hemet and divided two matches with Beaumont. The local crew went to Coachella for the semi-finals but were vanquished after putting up a hard and splendid fight, BOX SOCIAL One of the most interesting events of the season was a box social, presented to raise funds for the La Revista. The tribe gathered in the Chief Wigwam at 6:00 in the evening to enjoy the delicious dinners prepared by the maidens, and after a most enjoyable meal, participated in various games. Several cakes baked by the maids were given away in an exciting cake walk, which brought the delightful evening to a close. PAGE FIFTY CALENDAR SEPTEMBER Monday—12—All of the embarrassed green Freshmen choked the halls. Sept. 23, 7:30 p. m—kKid Party. “Boy, isn’t that Jim Applestill sweet?” “The darling little girl!” “Um-m-m, I really think poor Fritz does deserve the prize in that dress.” “And Anna Frances, the rag doll, gets the prize from the rest of the school.” “Watch the Freshmen digest the animal crackers, suckers, and the ice cream.” Wednesday—28—Birthday of lunch room. A big feed was enjoyed by all. Kid party. OCTOBER Thursday—6—Roman C, Warren of Riverside gave an interesting talk on aviation and his fifty bucks. NOVEMBER 7-11—Educational week. All the Freshies took it to heart and honestly studied. Friday—4—Basketball at Hemet. Well, anyway, they didn’t beat us badly. Friday—1l1—Armistice Day program. Program cut short for basketball game with Beaumont. The rivals won again, gee whiz! Wednesday—16—Scholarship went to Forest Home and thence to a show, the dears. Thursday—17—Clem Sweeters talked to the Student Body and was very inter- esting. Friday—18—Basketball game at Banning. Poor San Jacinto. It was their un- lucky day. DECEMBER Friday—2—Banning played basketball at Perris. Lost because they had no boosters. Friday—9—Student Body plays. Boy, they sure went over big. Banning got beat by Elsinore here, but it wasn’t because we didn’t try. Thursday—15—Hot Dog! Vacation for two whole weeks so the Freshies could see Santa Claus. JANUARY Tuesday—3—Ho-hum, had to go back and settle down to work. You ought to have seen the new ties and sweaters on the Freshies, from Santa. Friday—27—End of second semester, and everybody bemoaning grades. FEBRUARY Thursday—2—Scholarship assembly. Mrs. Mixsell, Mrs. Innes and ex-president of State Federation gave speeches. Monday—6—Inter-class track meet. Juniors won with the honorable Sophomores second. The Juniors received a cup from Mr, Chambers for this deed. Wednesday—8—Sophomore assembly. They gave a clever play which was di- rected by Mrs. Silverwood. Thursday and Friday—16-17—School Operetta, “Once in a Blue Moon,” more money for treasury. Wednesday—22—Harold Vanderwerf gave an interesting talk on all the flags of the world. Friday—24—Banning vs. Beaumont in a dual track meet; favor of Banning. MARCH Thursday—1—Debate for school championship. Seniors vs. Sophomores. Well, the Seniors deserve something. Well, well, Jack the dolhink, won the oration con- test at San Jacinto, and won a keen “Cup.” PAGE FIFTY-ONE Saturday—10—County track meet. Banning came third March 14—Tacky day—Of all the tramps, crooks, farmers and ditch diggers—or what have you! The girls are dressed in their great grandmothers’ wedding dresses and high hats. Everybody is as tacky as possible; so good-bye studies and other school matters. Box Social—Everybody all tacked up for the box social. Partners chosen and Wesley James and Eleanor Bigley won the big cake. Jim, the Sheik, and Purcy won second prize. Two cakes were raffled off. Mr. Moore did the auctioneering and talked the guys into paying full price. At early hours of the night (not morning) everyone went home (broke) to get back in their good old duds again. Tuesday—20—Boo! hoo!—Mr. Pursell hurt his ear. Thursday—22—Mr. Fox showed the Seniors and the rest of the school some mov- ies on aviation. Tuesday—27—Heh! Hey! You should-a seen the girls strut their onions on their field day. Well, anyway, the Freshmen gotta win once in a while. Thursday—29—A successful annual assembly! “Oh, boy! How the money runs in-? APRIL Monday—2-6—Easter vacation. The Freshmen don’t know what to do with it! Heh! Heh! Tuesday—l0—Just noticed the Christmas jewelry turning green with the spring. Friday—13—Base ball game here. Banning vs. Hemet. As I said before, it’s Friday, the 13th. Tennis game with Hemet. Changed my mind. The Times contest at Riverside. Jack came home with a second place and twenty-five bucks. Should’a seen the kids shine up to him. Monday—16-23—Jiggers, Seniors! Watch your step. It’s “Be Kind to (Dumb?) Animals Week.” Thursday—19—Mr. Phillips, the “dog man,” brought about another contest. Hot dog! Another five dollars for the treasury. MAY (or May Not) Sunday—6-12—National Music Week. Don’t Esk. Tuesday—8—Redlands University Advertising Team came over and put on a hot program. Friday—l1—Baseball game at Elsinore. You should have seen it. Bert Woods went to Redlands University to enter a Declamation contest. Saturday—12—Finals in tennis at Coachella. Banning made a keen showing. Friday—18—Base ball game here. Banning vs. Blythe. Thursday—22—Gee! I wish they’d hurry the new building. The grammar school kids are too stuck up over theirs. Thursday—31—A comical play was given by Mrs. Van Norman’s boy classes. “The Tragedy of Julius Caesar.” Pay assembly. JUNE Friday—l1—Good-bye, Seniors. The Freshmen wish they were Seniors. Sunday—3—Baccalaureate services at the new Grammar School Auditorium, Mr, White gave the speech. Wednesday—6—O-o0-0-oh! Those exams! Foooiii! Thursday—7—Good luck, Seniors. The My and Hightys’ last assembly in good old BS-U. He's: Friday—8—Boy, a full day—and how! Report cards, diplomas for the Seniors, the awarding of the Kiwanis cup. —H. H. PAGE FIFTY-TWO PAGE FIFTY-THREE st HE ANNUAL STAFF TAKES THIS OPPORTUNITY TO EXPRESS ITS THANKS TO THE MERCHANTS OF BANNING AND PALM SPRINGS, WHO HAVE SO WILLINGLY AIDED US IN THE PUBLICATION OF THIS EDI- TION OF LA REVISTA. Hendricks’ Grocery Banning Where we get our Pineapple Pies, Cakes, Apple Turnovers, Cookies and Chewing Gum. Hot Dog! We have recently equip- ped our studio with the “Verito,” a lens designed for the worker who aspires to the artistic in por- traiture. We invite your atten- tion to our display of art prints featuring this new line of en- deavor at the Donaldson Studio. R. A. Donaldson PHOTOGRAPHER Banning GANTT’S Leaders in Dry Goods--- Notions Men’s Furnishings Ladies’ Ready-to-Wear Shoes Bedding Etc; GANTT DRY GOODS CO. S. J. Gantt, Prop. Banning PAGE FIFTY-FOUR POOR THING! Indignant mother to Mr. Moore: “Mr. Moore, you mustn’t spank my Leslie. He isn’t used to it. His father never hits him except in self-defense.” Et cet eee: ABOUT TIME Mrs. Pope: “Do you realize that twenty-five years ago today we _ be- came engaged?” Absent-minded Dr. Pope: “Twenty- five years! You should have reminded me before, its certainly time we were married.” a Mrs. Crothers: “If your boy belonged to me I shouldn’t stand so much non- sense at meal time. I should give him a thrashing.” “But,” said Mrs. Bailiff, “you can't spank the poor feilow on a full stom- gen. “No,” replied Mrs. Crothers, “but you can turn him over.” Canning Baugh Electrical Contractors Opposite City Hall RCA DEALERS CROSLEY RADIOS G. E. REFRIGERATORS Phone 344 Banning PAGE FIFTY-FIVE S Uj WI) UL Ui MLL iif Baseball Equipment WINCHESTER and SPALDING Holcomb’s Hardware BANNING Banning Shoe Hospital We do not cobble your shoes, but use factory methods, and rebuild them. Your business solicited. J. O. Basinger Banning IRPEL |S WEET NON Home of the Cactus Candy HOME MADE CANDY SODAS ICE CREAM 21 W. Ramsey St. Banning COMPLIMENTS OF American Pool Room B. F. HETTINGER Prop. Banning Compliments of The Banning Hardware Company H. S. WALCH, Prop. BANNING Daley’s, Inc. 186 Stores MAKE DALEY’S A DAILY HABIT A habit that reduces your Grocery bill. W. O. Wilson Manager BANNING PAGE FIFTY-SIX Graduation Gift Suggestions Eversharp Pencils....$1.00 to $5.00 Fountain Pens................1.00 to 8.50 Pen and Pencil sets 5.00 to 8.50 Pocket Books and 3ill Folds 1.00 to 5.00 KoodiakSe2 se ee 00n ton lss00 Compacts 1.00 to 5.00 Perfume 1.00 to 15.00 Toilet Water 1.00 to 5.00 Stationery 1.00 to 3.50 WATSON’S PHARMACY Phone 170 Banning FOR SALE Advertisement in the Banning Record: FOR SALE—Milk cow that gives 3 quarts daily and a_ butter churn, 3 bales of hay, a sack of barley and a tin milking pail. Shiltzy Crothers: “I wonder where I can find Mr. Moore?” Daniel the Freshman: “Go out in the hall and yell.” oe ST ADRs Ole, Ce Bud Weagley (in orchestra)—I can’t play ‘Marching Through Georgia,” now. Mrs. Van N.—Why not? 3ud—Because I’m in California. Horace Hunt—She has musical feet. Allie Burks—How come? Hunt——Two flats. No, Asphesia, “The Parade of the Wooden Soldiers” is not the battle zone of the Poles. J. Mnuchen GENERAL MERCHAN- DISE—GROCERIES MEN’S FURNISHINGS SHOES, Etc. Banning MANUEL’S TAILOR SHOP CLEANING PRESSING ALTERING All Work Guaranteed Banning PAGE FIFTY-SEVEN THOMPSON MOTOR CoO. Authorized Dealer Ford LINCOLN FORDSON Cars, Trucks, Tractors Beaumont Banning Moore Baird RACTICAL FFICIENT LUMBERS LECTRICIANS We ‘Carry in Stock a Complete Line of Plumbing and Electric Fixtures and Supplies We Have a Repair Department. All Work Guaranteed. Phone 11. Banning Watches, Clocks, Jewelry Leather and Musical Goods Expert Repairing of Watches and Jewelry Banning Jewelry Co. HOWARD OSBORN Proprietor Prompt Delivery Courteous Service Wm. H. Prouty Feed and Fuel Lawn and Grass Seeds Poultry Supplies Phone Main 83 Dudley Block Banning ee | PAGE FIFTY-EIGHT A Strong Bank in a Live Town CThe First National Bank of BANNING, CALIFORNIA CAPITAL and SURPLUS $85,000.00 Safe Deposit Boxes for Rent Interest Paid on Time Accounts HOME What a world cf sentiment is expressed in the very word itself. Make it as attractive as possible. We can help. Banning Furniture Store EDMOND MASGCN, Proprietor PAGE FIFTY-NINE MILK IS A NECESSARY FOOD. Kspecially for children. We have the best of milk, pro- duced in the City of Banning. Both Raw and Pasteurized Banning Dairy GEORGH TT. TOLL 10 San Gorgonio Ave Phone 102 High Class GROCERIES at the Banning Mercantile Co. Prompt Service QUALITY FIRST J. P. MALOOF BRO. The Home of GOOD? CLOTHES for MEN WOMEN and CHILDREN Dry Goods Clething and Shoes BANNING The Cahill Company REAL ESTATE LOANS INSURANCE BANNING PAGE SIXTY Ray’s Whole Wheat H. L. Hansen Waffle Shop Contractor and Builder Palm Springs in the Winter; ee , Palm Springs, Cal. Balboa in the Summer The Valet Palm Springs, Calif. CLEANERS and TAILORS BARBERS—BATHS—SHINE PARLOR J. H. and E. H. MORRIN, Proprietors Free Delivery Service PAGE SIXTY-ONE Compliments of Palm Spring's Bunker’s Hotel Garage Palm Springs, Cal. : c Palm Springs, Cal. PALM SPRINGS BUILDERS SUPPLY CO. 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