Corona High School - Coronal Yearbook (Corona, CA)

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tft’s OfLL Over 3ui C Lie Memories CHS — frantic cramming, muddled up meetings, piles of home work, stupendous times, heaps of fun, and a neat Student Body of which there was no whicher (gads what a bunch of characters.) ' Every morning Mr. Frazier wrote a little bulletin to let us all know what was coming off. It went something like this: Good morning students. Period six will be during period three and report to period one during the last half of period five. Bus students riding busses 2, 3, and 5 will prepare to leave five and a half minutes early to catch their regular busses 76 and 42 instead of busses 33 and 8 which they were scheduled to ride previously at 3:03. All girls please meet in Mrs. Griswold ' s office snatch period today. Hey Kids! The Welfare committee reports that of the $72.00 col- lected Tuesday $4.26 will be spent on baby booties for South Africans. Thanks a lot kids. When we were late — more dying grandmothers, car break-downs and com- mittee meetings developed than a barrel of monkeys could take care of — as understanding Mrs. Giersch and precious Francis Martinez stood in the office madly writing out yellow tardy slips. The C.H.S. girl was a sweet and charming creature. All were agreed upon this fact except for a certain group of individuals called boys often seen loitering around the CHS campus. They often asked us girls how much Sam Speer had gyped us out of for those horrible chains we wore around our necks. (Known to all as medallions.) These same boys never said how nice we looked in our turtle necked bat-wings (sweaters that is) and on top of that this bunch of creeps” had the colossal nerve to say that our neat all-white buckskin shoes ' were for the birds. Then they ' d get in little gangs around the Hi-Spot or out by their hot-rods and goof-off or stand and talk about cams and drilling holes in heads, and twin pipes” and things like that, while we silently in- sulted the clothes they wore. Levis or cords or blue denims were the most im- portant thing with cuffs rolled up and tops pulled way down, the lower the bet- ter, with Lettermen or class sweaters, leather or suede jackets. Other than their flat top or butch hair cut and their hot rods their pride and joy was usually a pair of handmade argyle socks, the louder the classier. Shoot! How could we girls say they were corny lookin ' ' when we were the ones who knitted them? Eee Jolla! I almost forgot — our never to be forgotten assemblies. Most of us usually left our studentbody cards at home but finally we ' d stumble to our as- signed seats and prepare for some chongo entertainment. Louie, the neatest studentbody president ther ever was, was always there to open the assembly in one of his neat white shirts. At the end — as music to the ears of all — came the words Seniors leave first”. After dances and games the mob usually wound up at the Mava or Lindy ' s to bother the car hops, have a coke and listen to songs on the juke box like — Mule Train, Hey Good Lookin,” Ca Mon A My House, Because of You,” and Sin . And the weather — in December and January while everybody froze in the cafeteria line waiting for spaghetti, the boys smudged and grew rich. In Sep- tember and June everybody nearly kicked off it was so hot, but in the Spring — ahhh me — the weather was truly perfect. Our school was the greatest and our studentbody spirit was wonderful! It would have been nice to have a new gym or a student lounge, or some new bleachers for splinterville but our spirit was so good, and our teams were so - - err - - so - - well - -our teams tried so hard, that we still went around yelling Beat Bonita (ha! ha! — us dreamers us), and having football parades, pep assem- blies and bonfire rallies to cheer them on to victory over such teams as (which one was it now?) Oh yes — dear old St. Joseph High. These tlvngs and countless others meant CHS to us. Heaven knows why, but each of us loved it and as the years go by we will always remember our dear CHS and utter with pride our favorite expression — I like itl