San Bernardino High School - Tyro Yearbook (San Bernardino, CA)

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Alumni Anna Lee Doran, Alumni Editor, Tyro Annual, San Bernardino High School, City. Dear Miss Doran: A quarter of a century has rolled by since I graduated from our high school with the class of 04, and many indeed are the changes that have taken place dur- ing that time. The school was then in the old building at 8th and E streets, and as I lived across the street, I generally waited until the last gong rang, and then ran to school, jumping the hedge on the way. As the hedge was about two feet high, I made it all right, sometimes. There were about two hundred students in the school and twenty-three in my graduation class, si.x of whom were boys. Our graduation exercises were held in the old pavilion in Pioneer Park, which at that time accomodated most of the city ' s social functions from prize fights to church fairs. The one outstanding member of t)ie faculty throughout my high school years, the one who endeared himself to every boy and girl in the school, was dear old Daddy Sturges, who taught Math., and for whom the Sturges Junior High School was named. Other well-remembered teachers were Kate Alaska Hooper of the English department, and Miss Sherman, who guided us through the intricacies of Caesar, Cicero, and Virgil. Now I fully realize that your rising generation of world-beaters isn ' t looking for any advice from us old fogies, but as usual with us oldsters, I can ' t resist just a couple of bits: 1. Stay in school as long as you possibly can, and see as much of the world as you can before you marry or start to settle down. And then, 2. You will find that there is no place in the whole world where the skies are so bright, or the opportunities so great, or friends so true, or life so wholly pleasant and worth while as right here in our own San Bernardino. Good luck and lots of it, DWIGHT F. TOWNE. H Miss Anna Lee Doran, Alumni Editor The Tyro, San Bernardino High School, San Bernardino, California. My dear Miss Doran: It has been nearly thirty-one years since my class of ' 98 left the old building at 8th and E streets for the last time and scattered to new fields. To me high school had been a wonderful experience. I had liked my teachers, my fellow students, and my work. Football had claimed its share of my attention, and I had had the fun of captaining a team which had maintained the old reputation of never having lowered its colors to a high school team. I had been lucky enough to get my recs to go to Stanford, and the world was bright ahead of me. Yes, I had been on the Tyro staff too. That paper presented me with my wife. She, Inez Mee ' 99, and I were participants in a benefit play for the Tyro, taking the parts of man and wife. We liked it so well that we decided to make a reality of it in 1903 and have kept it up ever since. The fact that she was Alumni Editor in high school while I was in Stanford gave an excellent excuse for the many letters between Palo Alto and San Bernardino — wholly on matters of alumni business, I assure you. ii m . 19 2 9 iuiiiiiiuiinnn - h A

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r S i ' r-iriiiriMi : iaunniiiTrinE.! . 1 hi m m tit As He He In the beautiful new silent friend, and there wi Greetings from the Faculty In 1926, Lewis Thompson wrote a delightful poem to our great silent teacher the Soboba chieftain, who has looked down upon the San Bernardino High School assemblies since 1914. It occupies a full page in the 1926 Tyro Annual. There above us in our councils Is the visage of an Indian, These two lines introduce the stern but kindly face that will be remembered by every Senior as fondly associated with many of his happiest hours in high school. As we gave our plays and programs As we gave our pep assemblies; His has hearkened, nodded grimly As we listened to our speakers; He has watched us smiling proudly we cheered our teams victorious; has been our guardian spirit, —the chief of the Sobobas. auditorium there will be a place somewhere for our be a place for you when you return to visit your alma mater We greet you. Seniors, and we say farewell, but we shall prize always the friendships and happy recollections of high school days of the class of ' 29. Your friend, GEORGE R. MOMYER. Two years and nine months ago, your parents sent you forth to this institu- tion, conceived in learning and dedicated to the proposition that all persons must study. .11 e Now you are engaged in a week of examinations, testing whether any benior, so brought up and so schooled, can long endure. You have met, on this the last day, to have a final mark from those who spend their hves that you might learn. It IS altogether fitting and proper that you should do this. But in a larger sense, whether you raise your grades or lower your grades, you surely did try I, who entered this struggle when you did, along with the other brave men and women of this faculty, find it far above my power to add or sub- tract The school will little note nor long remember what you said here but it can never forget what you did here. It was for you. Seniors, to be brilliant in order that you might overcome those obstacles which your teachers have so nobly advanced. It was for you to accomplish the great task placed before you, that you should take from your devoted teachers, a new amount of knowledge, to reach the goals for which they gave their last measure of patience; therefore 1 highly resolve that your efforts have not been in vain; that you dear Seniors, for your pains have a new birth of knowledge, and that this graduating class of Seniors and for Seniors shall not perish from the earth. WEIMER To every Senior, I extend greetings into the great, wide, wondrous world full of untold possibilities before you. You have been petted, scolded, instructed, directed, and protected during your struggles through this beginning period. Now you will take your place in our great civilization. You will have to rely on your own abilities to make a place for yourselves. No longer will you have the guardianship of the home and school. You become one of the great stream of humanity who fit into the high, medium, and low places of life. What great possibilities you have before you! Some will be famous for the part they take in the game of life, while others will be in the ranks of the great commonwealth of tomorrow. Each will have his part in the making of an epoch in the history of the world. ,,.,., . • i I urge upon you, that you will fill that place unflinchingly and sincerely, reahjing that the generation to come will be better becau.se of the part you have taken to uphold the integrity, honor, and freedom of your generation. Be sincere, be honest, be happy in the place in life you fill, and life will unfold to you her great truths. Again I greet you and wish you all success. M. A. K.lrr, Sponsor Senior Class, 1929. tA TYRO - TUimilTlTiUllin ' ■

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1- ■:, Here are the details for which you asked: 1. My class, 1898. When we left, desolation reigned, and it took years for the school to recover. 2. The size of my class? — 24. Eight hoys and si.xteen girls. Just two apiece, though I never had my share. 3. My favorite teacher? What a question! Jovial S. D. Briggs, perhaps, or dear old D. B. Sturges, or petite little Grace Sutton, just out of college, or stately Ermina Ferns. I liked them all, but Dad Richardson really takes the prize. 4. The influence of San Bernardino on my life work? Tremendous! A real school It was, and is, setting the pace for others to follow. 5. Inspiration? Whatever stimulus was needed to start my own professional career came from the teachers in the old school and from the new worlds opened to be through the subjects I studied there. 6. My message to students of the present day? Yours has been the opportu- nity to attend a school with a glorious past, a brilliant present, and a wonderful future. You can best repay the debt you owe to the institution by so living your lives that the school will be proud of you. May your high school memories be as bright and as happy as mine! Very sincerely, FRANK H. BOREN, Superintendent San Mateo Schools, S. B. H. S. ' 98. Miss Anna Lee Doran, Alumni Editor, Tyro Annual, San Bernardino High School, San Bernardino, California. Dear Miss Doran: You asked me as an alumnus of the San Bernardino High School, for a mes sage to the students for publication in the Tyro. Your request awakens many fond memories. It is now more than a quarter of a century since I was the editor of your paper, and much water has passed under the bridge since then. Much progress has been made also both in the Tyro, in the high school, in the old home town, and in civilization itself. In the first place the student body of my day was about three hundred as against eleven hundred fifty now, while the ' 01 graduating class was not over ,| ,, three dozen in number. From this day of automobiles and aeroplanes I look back curiously to my Freshman days when our annual class picnic was begun in two tallyhos, each drawn by four prancing horses from Brazelton ' s stables. In this day of million- dollar theaters for the display of all-talkie motion pictures, I marvel at the thrill I received at the Nickelodeon, operated in a darkened storeroom on Third street, displaying pictures that moved across one ' s vision with an uncertain jerky motion. In an adjoining storeroom I received my first impression of oratory, listening to William Jennings Bryan ' s Cross of Gold speech, rendered on a cylinder phono- graph record, months after its original delivery, and heard indistinctly through ear-pieces fastened to the head. Contrast this with the present nation-wide broadcasting of important political speeches which instantly catch the attention of millions of listeners. As I look back on my four years in high school, I think I did receive marked and valuable impressions of my teachers. Each of them had something of value to give, but dear old Dad Sturges impressed high ideals and principles very strongly upon all who met him. Prof. D. B. Bnggs, teacher of biology, taught the Stanford system of initiative and self-reliance which proved of ines- timable value in later years. He impressed those that came in touch with him with the idea that industry and determination will gain success in the end. That - ' ' l has proven to be my most valuable acquisition during my high school days. i Sincerely, PHIL. D. SWING. 11- 19 2 9