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

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ILLIAN H. REID Ulome Eronomicsl A. R.-Pomona College lend of Department Page '1'lenty'two KATHERINE CANNELL fC0lllIll9I'Cii1lj A. B., M. A.-University uf Nebraska TIIOMAS G. COOPER KC0mmercialJ A. B.-Des Moines Uni- versity L. L. B.-Drake Univer- sity HESTER R. LEAVERTON lArtI B. E.-U. C. L. A. RUB L. STAHLFORD K e Economicsy B ..-University of ontana MRS. DORA Il0WSON Uklome Economics! B. S.AUniversity nesota

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CHARLES R. POPPETI' tMannal Arts! Santa Barbara State Teachers' College L. C. LINFESTY lM:rnual Arts! U. C. L. A. VICTOR N. HODGE tl'llysical Education! li. S.-University of Cal- ifornia University of Southern l'allfornia llead of Department RALPH SIMPSON tPhysical Education! A. B.-University of Red- lands University of Southern California Sponsor, Block S and Sophomore A. Class MRS. WINNEFRED HORN PUSS tPhysical EHIICJIHDIU A. I!.iUuiversity of California Sponsor, Pedrocrats T. E. SMETHURST tManual Arts! South Kensington Scienre and Art, England Santa Barbara State Teachers' College U. C. L. A. J. A. VAN KOEVERING tManual Arts! U. C. L. A. M. l'. RENl ll0 tl'hysit'al Erllu-ation! M. E.-Nebraska State Normal University of Nobraska Sponlor, Junior Class and Cardinal Service Club MARJORIE M. CAMPBELL tl'l1ysical llduration! B. S.wUniversity of Washington Sponsor, G. A. A. VIRGILINE BERTRAND MULVANE, R. N. tPl1ysiwl Education! San Bernardino General Hospital School of Nursing University of Southern California Stanford University U. C. L. A. Page Twenty-one

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P I -I-'19 SUN PEO S Hello, old Sun, I said one morning to that round, pleasantffaced old gentle' man. What are you doing up so early? He beamed down upon me with a great deal of tolerance. Do not conceive the idea, I said, that you are so important. We are using you, of course, for the theme of our Tyro Annual. We are using you because you are so characteristic of the San Bernardino valley-because you were practically its colonizer. I grant that you have done a lot for the world. Have you, however, held a position of any importance to its people or to its civilization? Well, said the sun indulgently as he shone warmly upon me, I could tell you many a tale. The Egyptian R.a, the Phoenician Baal, the Babylonian Sun God, the Persian Mithra, the Indian Source of Golden Light, the Grecian and Roman Apollo all were none other than I. Not to be boastful, I might also add that I have played an important part in the worship of Teutons and of the other races of Northern Europe. Yes, I could tell many a lie. I could tell you of pyramids built in my honor, of temples built for my worship, of sacrifices made for my pleasure, of oracles established for my prophecies, of weird rites conducted to appease my anger. You think that I have not been important to the people of the world? I suppose, I concede, that you haveg but you have held no influence over any race for hundreds of years. . Is that so? asked the sun. I suppose you have never heard of the natives of South America who have, only within the last few hundred years, given up their worship of me. You have never heard of the Mayan Temples of Yucatan, nor the Aztec pyramids of Mexico? Not so many hundred years ago, these races worf shipped me with weird rites and sacrifice. You have no influence over my race at present, I persisted. My dear girl, said the sun, I shall have to inform you of my worship by the North American Indians. All the tribes of the Plains, with the exception of the Commanches, celebrate the sun dance. This dance takes place at the beginning of summer and honors me and my representative, the buffalo. The ceremonies last more than a week. The entire tribe assembles for the occasion. Their tents are pitched about the medicine man's lodge. The center pole of the lodge is decorated with streamers and with symbolic paints. Upon the top of the pole is a sacred bun- dle wrapped in buffalo skin. The dancers form a circle about the center pole, each one looking steadfastly at the sacred bundle on top. To the throb of barbaric music they revolve about the pole as they follow me in my course. In the evening there is feasting and dancing. The peace pipe, my gift to them, is passed around. This practice again is to follow me in my course. Well, I guess I'll be on my way, finished the sun with a cheery smile. Thank you very much, Mr. Sun, I said humbly, and I beg your gracious per' mission to use you as the theme of the 1930 Tyro Annual. Page Twenty-three