Dyersburg High School - Trojan Yearbook (Dyersburg, TN)

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Maid Man : Maid : Man: Maid Man: Maid Man: Deep Love - Continued flndifferently. The Danaides in their doomed toil, Filling the running cask. Accomplish far more than you, In your self-imposed task. QWarmly. Tell me not that I woo in vain, Let me not hear that I the unfavorable swain, Have let my heart be lost to love. CHaughti1y. Love? I wish to be forever immune from things so base, To be far removed from passion so commonplace. fDreamily. Yes, Love, What magic does that word recall, Love alone can master fleeting time. Do you but think in yon Pan's day, Of the wonderously beautiful Galatea, Carved from cold marble white, By Pygmalion's master-sculptors hand, And by the divine Aphrodite Given life. His prayers answered. Oh, can't you realize the power of Love? Love is only a passing fancy, The base attraction of idle minds. fSeating himself beside her and taking her hand. Aladdin like, Loves genii appears to me. At the slightest thought of you, my dear, A Love far greater than has ever been, or shall ever be. In all my drea.ms doth this genii appear, And consumes my heart in a pillar of flame. QBreaking. How do you know that the sense you feel, That thing you call Love, and place above On a high pedestal, is not a passing fancy? fDrawing closer. Have you not heard of that great and mighty God, Who rules supreme, beyond the starlights' gleam? He is all powerful, but his power is not in lash or rod, The scepter in his hand is the moon's mellow beam, Which, when it reaches the mortals on earth, Draws them with an irresistible power. To pay tribute at his splendorous court. Where their hearts are consumed in liquid fire, But again come forth changed, purged, and pure. From this mysterious clime he rules the universe, With his own mighty attribute, Love. Without Love the very earth would disintegrate, Fall piece from piece, scatter into the vast void, And even you and I, would wither and dryg Blown here and there by the winds of chance. Until some atomic particle, instilled with Love Should attract us to it and form the nucleus Of another mighty planet, formed by Love. Page thirty-eight Warmly

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r--.v fir . I. - ' 'fir 'A:'97f'3.- 66lDeep Loycgg One Act Play. By THOMAS BARKLEY Characters: Herald Man Maid Stage Setting: The stage is set to represent the sea-bottom. In the background is represented an old Greek galley, a great hole is torn in the side. This hole is a shadow-screen. Large green boulders, coral clusters, line the stage. In one corner is a cluster of brightly colored sea-anemones, tall. An octopus is barely discernable resting motionless on a great rock. Near the right center lies a great clam, closed. In the left front is a greenish mass, partly in the shadow. Three long varicolored plumes wave gracefully above it. The mass slowly erects, a youth stands. He wears a short cape, the plumes curl downward from his skull cap. I-Ie is the herald. The light gives the ocean-green effect, first overcast, then calm and serene. All characters are in iridescent dark green tights and wear skull caps. Herald: Know ye not, in long ages ago Before Attica's fame had spread, There lived a demi-god? Think, Surely you have heard of Pan. He the god of pleasure, musician, But he lived, half goat, half man. He was outwardly gay, inwardly sad, For he was loved for his music alone. Suddenly, mysteriously, he disappeared. Men said he went to dwell with the gods. The true tale, I am charged to tell. On him Zeus has cast a deep spell- Wait, my time like the storm above is o'er, And evening calm is emerging from the ocean's roar. fDepartsJ fSlowly the bi-valve opens and the valve again slowly closing freveals the girl which it has screened. fShe appears to have just awakened. Maid: I have slept through the elements angry battle, Secure here below, on the soft ocean floor. But the distant waters are lapping the sun's fiery crest, And the sullen gray is merging into deep azure. CShe seats herself upon the clam shell, then picking up shells fas castanets, she goes through a light dance. CI-Ie emerges from behind some great boulders near the wing. Maid: CColdly,seriously. You? Man: fSoberly. Yes, once again I press my suit, do. not start, Your unfavorable answer, I shall depart. fWarmly. Though it crushes my soul, and drains my heart. Oh sweet nymph, tell me you love me true, Tell me your love is true as the spring skies are blue, As deep as the seas at the mighty ocean cliffs, That it reaches the rare strata beyond the earth. Page thirty-seven U, -ur. I usifqy ,L

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M.aid: Man: Maid: Herald : Deep Love - Continued fCoyly. Still I do not sense that which you speak, My heart remains unresponsive, uninstilled. QPleadingly in prayer. O, Pan, demi-god, half man, Do you but hear this lover's prayer. Send the skilled archer-god, Cupid, To pierce the hard casque of this maid's heart, Let Love flow in with its raptureous fire. By this act, you may break Zeus' spell, And be once more gay, Oh, master-musician. QThe shadow of Pan, seated on a rock, and playing his reed, fis cast on the screen. CSoftly with tones gradually swelling, then, amorous and fdreamy, they fade as does the shadow. Oh, the Cupid on whom you called, Must have pierced my heart, With Loves' invisible dart. For my body is strangely warmed, As if submerged in a coursing fire! And I know the moon's beam, Has struck, and entered likewise with the dart. My life-faith in coldness has all departed, As has my heart. I know I love you. fMeanwhile a faint moon and stars have appeared. CHe embraces her, but she breaks away and runs behind fthe shell. He follows, seizes her in his arms. They fbend in warm embraces. Their lips are pressed. CFaint music is heard in the distance and slowly fades. CWhile the music is playing the great valve opens, fscreening them and as the music dies it slowly closes. fThey are gone. fThe herald reappears and stretches as if he has been fsleeping. Methinks I heard strange music, While at Morpheus' court I played, But all is calm as I left it, On the break of evening tide. All sea-folk are strangely missingg In this lonesome place I cannot abide, So I think I shall nap again, till changing tide. fHe sinks into the mass from which he arose. fThe scene is like the opening. The stage grows darker. CURTAIN Page thirty-nine .J Y... PF' J MH'-' . ,-in '17-' '-4 1- .Els fat?