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

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1 But Heaven, that brings out good from evil, And loves to disappoint the Devil, Had predetermined to restore Twofold for all he had before — His servants, horses, oxen, cows. — Short-sighted Devil, not to take his spouse. Mr. Williford But know, my fair (to whom belong The poet and his artless song), When female cheeks refuse to glow, Farewell to virtue here below. Our sex is lost to every rule, Our sole distinction, knave or fool. ’Tis to your innocence we run ; Save us, ye fair, or we’re undone ; Maintain your modesty and station, So women shall preserve the nation. O woman ! lovely woman ! nature made thee To temper man ; we had been brutes without you. Angels are painted fair, to look like you : There s in you all that we believe of heaven ; Amazing brightness, purity, and truth, Eternal joy and everlasting love. Mr. Morris I have an at tide heie on How to Manage a Wife’,” remarked a man, as he approached to the editor’s desk. “You are unmarried, I believe,” replied the editor. “Yes; why?” “Nothing. I just thought so.” Mr. Currin Jack and John were walking out one afternoon, John says, “My wife and I are one ; Yet faith, I know not why, sir !” Jack replied, “You and your wife are ten, if I speak true; She’s one, and you’re a cipher.” Mr. O’Brian Nature, impartial in her ends, When she made man the strongest In justice then to make amends, Made woman’s tongue the longest. [ Page 45 ] ;

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And repeat it again and again : Of war, and quarrels, and bloodshed All mischief, be what it may; And pray, then, why do you marry them, If they’re all the plagues you say? And why do you take such care of them, And keep them so safe at home, And are never easy a moment If ever they chance to roam? When you ought to be thanking the heaven That your Plague is out of the way, You all keep fussing and fretting — Where is my plague to-day? If a plague peeps out of the window, Up go the eyes of men ; If she hides, then they all keep staring Until she looks out again. Mr. Morris That man must lead a happy life Who’s free from matrimonial chains; Who is directed by his wife Is sure to suffer for his pains. Adam could find no solid peace When Eve was given for a mate ; Till he beheld a woman’s face, Adam was in a happy state. Mr. Currin T hat man must lead a happy life Who is directed by his wife ; Who’s free fom matrimonial chains Is sure to suffer for his pains. Adam could find no solid peace Till he beheld a woman’s face; When Eve was given for a mate Adam was in a happy state. Mr. O’Brian Sly Beelzebub took all occasions To try Job’s constancy and patience : I Ie took his honor, took his health ; He took his children, took his wealth, His servants, horses, oxen, cows, But cunning Satan did not take his spouse.

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PR.IMA LUCE Mr. Williford And nature swears, the lovely dears Her noblest work she classes ; Her ’prentice hand she tried on man, And then she made the lasses. Mr. Morris I am convinced a woman can Love this, or that, or any other man ; This day she’s melting hot, To-morrow swears she knows you not ; If she but a new object find, Then straight she’s of another mind. Mr. Currin Honored be woman ! she beams on the sight, Graceful and fair, like a being of light, Scatters around her, wherever she strays, Roses of bliss on our thorn-covered ways — Roses of paradise fresh from above, To be gathered and twined in a garland of love. Mr. Williford There are girls you can’t tempt with a title or gold Mr. O’Brian There may be — but I have never seen one. Mr. Williford Some much prefer love in a cottage I’m told. Mr. O’Brian If you believe that, you’re a green one. They’ll stick to their lover as long as he has cash, When its gone they’ll look out for another wealthier mash. A girl on the gush talks unpractical trash, When it comes to the point she’s a keen one. Mr. Currtn I believe that more women than men go to heaven. Mr. Morris You do? What makes you think so? Mr. Currin Women live better than men.