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

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POEMS 9% = VEAR The Moon 94 Down O, hoarse the cry spread o’er the town. It whispered low, The Moon Is Down!” The light of freedom from the sky God may I see it for I die! God, grant to us peace in this word That we shall not f rom homes be hurled Into the murky hell of war! But give us peace forever more. And grant us hope and charity, And faith, Yes, God, and liberty. That under her, we may be right Not groping blindly in the night, Of hate and greed and strife and sin But give our souls light from within That we may overthrow at last The hated tyrants choking grasp! And all be brothers, white and brown. The moon will rise and ne'er go down! MARY HILL Barren Spring The world once more wakes from its winter’s rest, ‘Tis spring again,” all nature gladly sings. To man their Mother Earth such beauty brings, That each declares this spring of all the best. The hearts of all who see are filled with mirth: Once more the Lord gives sight to those once blind. The birds their carols raise to tell mankind That God has not forsaken his own earth. Yet to my heart that spring has failed to come The world which lives in me goes sleeping on While at the voice of spring glad hearts rejoice The heart which in me beats ignores that voice. The birds are mute, the sky’s no longer blue; My own small world is barren without you. FLORENCE LOCKWOOD

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BIOGRAPHY SENIOR Lloyd Albright Amparo Arreola . Gwen Anderson ... Gladie Austin Rufina Barajas Clarence Bird Chad Brinton Margaret Bundick Robert Buttles Inez Eidson Alice Betty Gray Marvin Higgins Robert Irvin Marjorie Johnson Don Keele Lowell Lewis - Little Victoria Miguel Kenneth Oliver Ochsner ...... Buster Peters Richard Pike Privett Russell Arland Arlo Walter Scott - Clarine Seymour Harold Sims Billy Stewart Martha Terrill Joann Vaughan Dwight Walker Julia Warner Judy Whitlock Frank Wiefels ........ Feldtyreee= Dorothy Williams ............. i lee “Julie” Dot NICKNAME “Lloyd” Le A ” Amparo ate sEreck™ ‘Rufina” ek Oey Shadrack” Marg” ‘Brain “Eddie” “Hedy” “Betsy” “Hag” ‘Louie the I” “Romeo” “Kenny” Pritze’ Ae. “Kmetovic” ‘Little John” sRetew “Scotty” a@lantnei es ‘Goldbrick” Bill” “Marty” “Io” “Dewitt” “Judy” “Hogan” “Shanty Irish” “Louie the II” ‘When Roy c Quit your PET SAYING “Special Delivery” SSO oenoTn i suppose” ‘The fleet’s in’ Welle sade Have you seen Betty?” ‘Only a year now” “On. gosh” “Oh, meow!” “Now Buster” Slteantdo 1t “Tve been in sick bay” “Where’s my Me Pee” “What ya say, sonny?” “You'd be so nice to come home to” “You don’t love me!” “Ah, gee” ‘Got a gas stamp?” ‘Let’s join the Navy?” ‘When Bumps comes up!” Seen my little woman?” Give you a penny, Helen” ‘Oh, I dunno” “Yes, Donnie” riome was never like this” mY, Mc 00 wee you at the U: 5. ©,” ‘Ain't it awful?” “Heh, heh” “Mr. Hanks said” My men and I 505 “T had a man once” mes home”

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POEMS 9 tH YEAR Oft When In Silence and In Stillness Lone Of't when in silence and in stillness lone, I think of earth’s cold cruelness and I weep For heartless, homeless, and the ancient crone. What can life hold for these who near death creep? Would not the restfulness of death be yet more sweet Than life alone, beloved by none who cares Which path is taken by these failing feet? Where life is naught and only death is fair? But yet mayhap their lives are not so dread. For God has made the earth more lovely still. Are not the living better than the dead? What shall it take their wishes to fulfill? Kind words, contentment and the warmth of love. All glory in the heaven and God above. MARY HILL H Soldier's Thoughts The battlefront is quiet tonight The earth no longer shakes with might; The guns have ceased their firing, Until tomorrow, again untiring. In lonely hours so bleak and dreary, I think of home, and tho’ so weary, I think of dad and mom and Lee: And wonder if they, too, are thinking of me. The sun says it is 6:00 A. M. The enemy will soon return again, My gun beside me, here we lie; Waiting, for planes to fill the sky. Once more we battle for freedom strong A bullet has my name, life is short, or long? Maybe tomorrow, maybe today; Death lures near me any way. I feel it in my open soul; For me, I know death's bells will toll: But first I'll fight, fight to the end, Of my short life, my sins to mend. The shells are whizzing o'er my head; We'll damn the enemy who dare to tread On our free soil, and we'll make him pay For all the grief he has caused today. Alas! The bullet bore my name, My prayers to God are not the same; Death has raised its ugly head, I go now to my eternal bed. MARJORIE JOHNSON