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

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|, Dot Iselin, leave my witty (?) sayings to Ruth Roberson. 1, Rose Gautiello, leave my sister Anne to Howard Wiefels. |, Jimmie Higbee, give my nickname ‘‘Cubby”’ to Jerry Rudolph. |, Dortha Shields, gladly leave my flaming locks to Betty Jordan. |, Donald Lewis, give my silence to Bobby Edwards. |, Leah Belle Rifkin, leave my hysterical giggle to Jane Miller. |, Elizabeth Paige, leave my sweet and fetching ways to De- borah Abbott. |, Mary Ortega, give my noisy chattering ways to Elma Bena- videz. |, Christine Moore, give my gum-chewing ability to Mona Andrew. |, Millicent Carter, leave my langorous eyes to Theda Watson. |, Eleanor Moore, leave my typing ability to Kathleen Harris. |, Viola Madigan, leave my Colgate smile to Marjorie Boehl. |, Donald Reyes, leave my friendships with Freshmen girls to Rupert Hinkle. |, Bob Long, leave my ‘Eddie Duchin’’ complex to Stanley Hudson. |, Lewis Robertson, leave my extensive pedal extremities to johnny Young. |, Max Rubright, give my absence from school every week to Bob Carper. |, Harry Calavan, leave my winning smile to Larry Miller. We, the Senior Class, will the strength of our boys and the beauty of our girls to the Junior Class. We, the Senior Class, leave to the Sophomores our ability to make money for the Junior-Senior Prom. We, the Senior Class, leave our dignity and poise and the wish that they may follow in our footsteps to the Freshmen. (Signed) CLASS OF °37 Witnesses: Marjorie Koger, Christine Moore, T. Harvison. 0) iia

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One dark, stormy night | awoke suddenly. | looked around to see what had awakened me. | saw nothing; thunder crashed, lightning flashed, then it was dark again. In the distance came the sound of jangling keys, scratching pens, shifting feet; a pale light shone in the window and a ghost with a ghastly green face that seemed to have a light behind it appeared on the sill, drifted toward me dragging a chain of events that clanked across the floor terrifyingly. In a low voice that sounded as if it came out of a tomb, he bade me go with him. | could not resist: he seized my helpless hand and adjusted wings to my heels and ears and away we went through the window. ‘Where are you taking me?”’ | faltered. ‘lam taking you, ALICE WILLIAMS, to view the successes of your class mates of B.U.H.S. to shame you that you have not kept in touch with them, to tantalize you with their doings. Be quiet! We are approaching our first destination.”’ We flew swiftly side by side until we were looking down upon a dense jungle. There | saw WESLEY BLACK exploring Africa, disguised as a pigmy. We went rapidly northward to France where we found CHARLES CRUNCLETON in a Trappist monastery. In Paris the ghost pointed out BARBARA FAY BROWN (Fay Fancy, her stage name), doing a fan dance in ‘““‘The CORAL MAY” night club (BAILIFF of course). At Oxford University we found MAX RUBRIGHT, the new bespectacled professor of Philosophy. From there the ghost took me a cross the Atlantic to New York. We went into a radio broadcasting station and saw MILLICENT CARTER, the highest paid professional giggler on the Nationa! Broadcasting staff. DORTHA SHIELDS, the New York ‘Book Beetle,”’ was reviewing ELIZABETH PAIGE’S new book, ‘‘Gone With the Breeze.” Then we flew slowly over Madison Square Garden, and | saw HARRY CALAVAN, world’s heavy-weight wrestling champion, winning again. From New York the ghost took me to Niagara Falls where Mr. and Mrs. CHARLES WEAVER (nee MARJORIE KOGER) were honeymooning before Charles went back to his job of accompanying CHRISTINE MOORE, the Prima Donna, on the kettle drums. Two professional Barrel Riders over Niagara Falls proved to be Mr. and Mrs. RALPH MURCHI- SON. Mrs. Murchison was formerly JOSEPHINE DUSEK. Ralph had finally found his dream house and they were giving up their profession and going home to it in a few days. Just as we were about to fly away, | was struck with great force by a newspaper [19]