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

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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

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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

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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