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

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Mr. Currin The. life of woman is full of woe, Toiling on and on and on, With breaking heart and tearful eyes, The secret longings that arise Which this world never satisfies, Some more, some less, but of the whole When dressed for the evening, girls, nowadays, Seal ce an atom of dress on them leave - Nor blame them— for what is an evening dress Tut a dress that is suited to Eve. They course the glass, and let it take no rest ; 1 hey pass and spy who gazeth on their face ; i Jiey darkly ask whose beauty seemeth best; . hey hawk and mark who marketh most their .1 hey stay their steps and stalk a stately pace ; .Hiey jealous are of every sight they see; 1 hey strive to seem but never to care to be VY ithout her hopeless and unblest ; And so are all, gainsay who can, For what would be the life of man If left in desert or in isle, Unlighted up by beauty’s smile? Even tho’ he boasted monarch’s name And o er his own sex reigned supreme, With thousands bending to his sway, If lovely woman were away, What were his life? What could it be? A vapor in a shoreless sea ; A troubled cloud in darkness toss’d, Among the waste of waters lost; A ship deserted in a gale, Without a steersman or a sail ; A thing without a human tie, Unloved to live — unwept to die. FINIS Not one quite happy, no, not one. Mr. O’Brian Mr. Williford nb, taken from the side of man; not out of his arm to be pro- hor me I’m woman’s slave confest

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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 ]

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SHORT STORIES A. vide audimus, aures enim hominum novitate laetantur We listen with deep interest to what we hear, for to man novelty is ever charming.