Berea High School - Prima Luce Yearbook (Berea, NC)

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JUNIORS Cor unum, via una One heart , one way

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y PFUMA LUCE IM Nancy Mae Currin Metus’enim mortis nntsica depellitur. Even the fear of death is dispelled by music. Nancy’s beauty consists in her being gently serpentine. Modesty and luxuriance, fulness and bouyancy, a rising, as if to meet; a falling as if to retire , spirit, softness, apprehensiveness, a claim on protection, a superior- ity to insult, a sparkling something enshrined in gentle proportions and harmonious movement, are all to be found in Nancy’s charming mixture of the spiritual and material. In her there is a naturally wise amiableness a grace, an address and penetrating intellect. Is she intellectual? Visit her classes. Is she studious? Observe her in the library. Is she musical? Listen to her playing. Has she ability 5 Witness her achievements. Has she friends? Try to count them. Endowed with these qualities, she will be an asset to any college that she may attend.

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Lillian Louise Brooks Post tenebras lux. After darkness conies light. Louise is as beautiful as she is strong as tender as she is sensible. She is calm deliber- ate, dignified, leisurely. She is gay, graceful sprightly and sympathetic. Upon occasions she is severe and upon occasions playful. Likewise she has fancies, dreams, romances, ideas. Once let her heart be touched and her affection seri- ously engaged, and she becomes constancy itself She may, it is true, still flirt; her actions, ' her looks, her manners, may still convey the notion of caprice and fickleness, but in her heart she never wavers in her devotion to the one idealized being who fills her thoughts and en- grosses her affections. As the ivy clings to the tree, so the love of Louise will cling to the object around which it has once twined itself Cuivis dolori remedium est patientia. Patience is the remedy for every misfortune. Helen Sherman, athletic and bold ,-vj,? 4 Vi 0 y oun g and not too old. ’ 1 is thine to curb the passion’s madd’ning sway And wipe the mourner’s bitter tears away I is thine to soothe when hope itself has fled And cheer with angel smile the sufferer’s lied ■’ To give to earth its charm, to life its zest One only task— to bless and to be blest. [ Page 16 ]