Corona High School - Coronal Yearbook (Corona, CA)

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Beulah Weibel - “She who frowns on a man must die a maid — so why frown?” Basketball 3; Baseball 2, 3 (Capt.) 4; Track 1; Honor Society 1, 2, 3; Oper- etta 2; Boosters’ Club 2, 3; Lemon ville 2; Typing Team 4. Merle Stark — “He could talk. Oh! gods, how he could talk.” Class Pres. 4; Treasurer 3; Football 2, 3, 4 (Capt.); Athletic Mgr. 4; “Coro- nal” Business Mgr. 4; Drama Club 4; Operetta 2, 3; “Seventeen” 4; Junior Lions Club Vice-President 4; Class “C” Coach 4; Lemonville 2, 3, 4. Manuel Serrano “Swift of foot and sure of mind.” Track 2, 3, 4; Baseball 2, 3; Basket- ball 1; Operetta 3, 4; Lemonville 4. Maxine Stickel “I am not what 1 once was;nuj character and inclinations have changed.” Ko-Hi-Nur 4; Honor Society 2, 3; Hi- Jinx 1. 2, 3, 4; Typing Team 2; “Sev- enteen” 4; Lemonville 1, 2, 3; Booster’s Club 2, 3. COMMENCEMENT Corona High School, here’s to you! Four years we’ve struggled to be true, Four years we’ve held our banner high, But now Commencement Day is nigh. Commencement Day, a symbol true, One which we must not misconstrue. It marks the end of well spent days, Commencement of more noble frays. Commencement of a life of cares, Of keeping straight, avoiding snares, Of looking higher for our Guide, And keeping closely to His side. HELEN LAMBETH Twelve

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Elmer Morse “You can’t tell what these quite fellows are like when they’re not under observation.” Ko-Hi-Nur 4; Hi-Y 3, 4. James Myers “Napoleon was a mighty man. So am 1” Football 2 (lightweight) 2, 4; Light Weight Basketball 3, 4 (Capt.); Track 2, 3 (Capt.); Baseball 3, 4; Tennis 4; Class Pres. 1, 2; Honor Society 4. ' ■ - Oi.ia Page “’Tis better to be out of life than out of style.” Hi-Jinx 2, 3, 4; Secretary Class 4; Hon- or Society 1, 2, 3, 4. j Laura Pate “Let us be known by our actions.” Track 1; Basketball 2, 3, 4; Baseball 2; Honor Society 2; Hi-Jinx 2. — - Florence Patton “Hail to the chief!” “Coronal” Editor 4; Chemistry team 3; School pianist 2, 4; Girls’ League Coun- cil 3; Hi-Jinx 2, 4; Honor Society 2, 3, 4. Gladys Renfro “A kinder friend has no man.” • — Howard Patton “Why worry ? The professor mat forget and pass you after all.” Football 4; Ko-Hi-Nur Business Man- ager 4; “Seventeen” 4; Ki-Hi-Nur Staff 4. Eleven

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THE PROPHECY OF THE CLASS OF 1927 “Skin like an alligator, Teeth like a saw, Twenty-seven, twenty-seven, Rah! Rah! Rah!” “What’s all the noise about?” asked the ten- 4 vear-old boy at my side. Again the words came floating on the cool October breeze. “Twenty-seven, twenty-seven, Rah! Rah! Rah!” Somewhere in the past I’d heard that yell; sometime in my youth I’d heard those voices. Ah, the yell of the class of twenty-seven, faintly wafting across the space of years, bringing memories of the friends oi high school days! “That is my old class yell,” I said. We were on our way to the California championship game between Corona and Colton. Like many others I was returning to the old home town to see the most important game of the season. All of the old foot- ball stars were to be present, as well as many other alumni. The game was to be played in the huge stadium which had been erected on the old gridiron site at the rear of the high school building, which, by the way, was scarcely recognizable because of the new wings and surrounding buildings. “We will help As of yore Win the game By a big score. With a skin like an alligator, Teeth like a saw, Twenty-seven, twenty-seven, Rah! Rah! Rah!” Again I heard the yell, and as we approached the huge stadium, I caught sight of several men on the steps, excitedly jumping up and down yelling in voices quite unbefitting the dignity of their years. A slim man with a megaphone perched rakishly on his head was leading the yells. As I was not watching where I was going, I ran into a lady, who also was enthralled with the antics of the group. When I had readjusted my new hat, I started to apologize and found to my surprise that my encounter was with Beulah Weibel. We quickly took up the thread of acquaintance, and together wended our way toward the great gates. The five men were still yelling and, in answer to my puzzled look, Beula told me who they were. Turning to the boy I said, “The real thin man with the megaphone on his head is Merle Stark. He used to be Thirteen