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

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Me. Morris I grant it, but there’s one thing that leads me to think that there are very few women on the other side. } What is that? Mr. Currin Mr. Morris It is spoken of as the silent shore. Mr. O’Brian 1 he billows on the ocean, The breeze, idly roamin’, The cloud’s uncertain motion : They are but types of woman. Mr. Williford You say, sir, once a wit allowed A woman to be like a cloud, Accept a simile as soon Between a woman and the moon ; For let mankind say what they will, The sex are heavenly bodies still. Mr. Morris A creature fond and changing, fair and vain, The creature woman rises now to reign. New beauty blooms, a beauty formed to fly ; New love begins, a love produced to die; New parts distress the troubled scene of life; The fondling mistress and the ruling wife. Mr. Currin Oh ! say not woman’s false as fair, 1 hat like the bee she ranges ; Still seeking flowers more sweet and rare As fickle fancy changes. Ah, no ! the love that first can warm Will leave her bosom never ; No second .passion e’re can charm, — She lives and loves forever. Mr. O’Brian Said Smith when some one criticized His pretty wife’s new bonnet, “She has so little in her head, She can’t bear much upon it.” [ Page 47 ]

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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.

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PRIM A LUCE While wandering through a cemetery in England I noticed the following epitaph : Under this marble rests my wife, Who never rested in her life. Executors, whene’er T die, At a good distance let me lie, Lest, in her wonted clamors drowned, I lose the last loud trumpet-sound. Mr. Williford When Christ was crucified and Peter wandered afar off we find that woman stood the test. When foes the hand of menace shook, And friends betray ' d, denied, forsook, Then woman, meekly constant still, Followed to Calvary’s fatal hill ; Yes, followed when the boldest failed, Unmoved by threat or sneer ; For faithful woman’s love prevailed O’er helpless woman’s fear. Mr. Morris The voice of a virgin is as soft as the cooing of the wood pigeon on St. Valentine’s Day. Her laughter is like the sound of distant bells ringing for a wedding. She is as timid as a Highland doe. He who would creep near to her must do it — as dear-stalkers do — on his knees. At the voice of a man she flies, as a gazelle at the roaring of a lion. But no sooner has she tasted wedding cake than she grows hold as the tiger that has eaten raw food. Henceforth she shall be hold, as a servant that has discovered your secret. Her voice shall sound like a circus-gong at a fair, telling that the scenes are about to commence. That Xanthippe’s husband should become so great a philosopher is remark- able. Amidst all the scolding, to be able to think ! But he could not write : that was impossible. Socrates did not leave behind a single book. Mr. Currin O woman ! Whose form and whose soul Are the spell and the light of each path we pursue ; Whether summered in the tropics, or chilled at the pole, If woman lie there, there is happiness, too.