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

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What is there in this vale of life Half so delightful as a wife, When friendship, love and peace combine To stamp the marriage bond divine. Mr. O’Brian The devil he swore by the edge of his knife (Hey, and the rue grows bonnie wi’ thyme), He pitied the man that was tied to a wife ; (And her thyme is withered, and rue is in prime). The devil he swore by the kirk and the hell (Hey, and the rue grows bonnie wi’ thyme), He was not in wedlock, thank heaven, but in hell ; And the thyme i s withered, and rue is in prime. Mr. Williford 25 Hear, ye fair daughters of this happy land, Whose radiant eyes the vanquished world command — Virtue is beauty. But when charms of mind With elegance of outward form are joined; When youth makes such bright objects still more bright, And fortune sets them in the strongest light ; ’Tis all of Heaven that we below may view, And all but adoration is your due. Mr. Morris Yet be not therefore proud and full of scorn, Woman, because man issues from your seed’; For roses always blossom on the thorn, And the fair lily springs from the loathsome weed, Capricious, proud, importunate, and lorn Of love, of faith, of counsel, rash in deed, With that ungrateful, cruel and perverse, And born to be the world’s eternal curse. Mr. Currin Charming women can true converts make, We love the precepts for the. teacher’s sake ; Virtue in her appears so bright and gay, We hear with pleasure and with pride obey. [ Page 49 ]

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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.

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P RIM A LUCE ’Tis thine to curb the passions’ madd’ning sway And wipe the mourners’ bitter tears away ; ’ Tis tlune to soothe when hope itself lias fled, And cheer with angel smile the sufferer’s bed • To give to earth its charm, to life its zest One only task— to bless and to be blest. Mr. O’Brian Shakespeare says, frailty, thy name is woman.” The thoughts of women are after-thoughts The tongue of a woman is her sword, and she takes care not to let it rust, nothing y “ an 1 a wo,m « her word, may say he holds mistaken! requen T admi ‘ s «« he was wrong; a woman „e,er-she was only A mule and a woman do what is expected of them Bachelors’ wives and old maids’ children are always perfect. Mr. Williford ball l!y i S , e ieTd!„ e g OI POSeS ”‘ h ki dneSS ' A « «op a cannon- I want (who does not want?) a wife, Affectionate and fair, To solace all the woes of life, And all its joys to share ; Of temper sweet, of yielding will, Of firm yet placid mind, With all my faults to love me still With sentiment refined. Mr. Morris There are women who do not let their husbands see their faces till sometime a ter they are married. Not to keep you in suspense, I mean plainly that part ot the sex who paint; J A woman can keep one secret, that of her age. Have you not heard it said full oft, A woman’s nay doth stand for naught. Suspicion, discontent and strife, Come in for dowry with a wife. I have seen your stormy seas and stormy women. And pity lovers rather than seamen. Nothing makes a woman laugh so much as a new set of teeth. My only books were women’s looks And folly’s all they’ve taught me He is a fool who thinks by force of skill To turn the current of a woman’s will. [ Page SO ]