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

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I pfiima luce Make Y out selj at Home ' .hei St b?a“ S ' e ££ w“ Ce coloLf in 1 ’ ' , 1 ’; 11 “T bM 4m thf road. Jte end were covered in vines A e ’ a +i ° ne 1ts s ’ des and one g aP,e as the wind nressed th , A ™ u . nd the house were ma ny huge oak trees, which, contentment P ?he heir n7 Iea 7 e f’ S ave the ™P™ss£n of coolness and ham a business Hi e ' °. ccu P ant °f the estate at this time was John Cunning- Flos’sie was auim vnnn7 , far T’ a husband and father. His wife, seven years of am n i ti aIK i J sb t0 be tbe mot er °f two children, one surnass l hv he inw. C 0t fou Y , Her Merest in social work was only it made her acts nr! m her , r usba d which was so intense that at times Cunnino-ham was c 1 P ear S1 T I his affection was doubtless reciprocated, for Cunningham was noted for his attentiveness to his wife. 1 d roud ' ' 7 rrast w C0Ubde f ! iad nia j ' 1 y friends among whom was Henry Jerrup, a conlention fn7 ' his C h C ’ and , Sood-natured man. He delighted in Often for the s 1. 7 - n ,° dd remar ' s were proverbs in the community. from those h‘ 1 T ° V 1 C a 0n be would express sentiments quite different nar? o h m T f ' y ente “. ned - Hi « plug of tobacco was an inseparable ever tell hi ’ 7 16 T th ° ut a joke or a line of poetry; nor would he man never ' ir 7 ' an u ! 0me of , th ; boys intlmated that he seemed to think that a man never got too old to go with the girls. is commg S fo7dinr rd’ ' F1 ° SSie ’” Cunnin - ham to his wife, “that Mr. Jerrup “That’s right,” she answered. “Won’t the children be glad to see him?” knows7herf tfhngs re on right.” Ath ° Ugh Mr JerrUp is qUeer ’ he Certahlly crazy ' about hfm H hr B V t t C )° n ’ t you admire his frankness ? The children are crazy about him. He showed them so many tricks, and ” ing ' fo menow.” 84 ° t0 the Hands are d ° in 1 hear some one hollow- -A — 1 AAr™:™ rt “j „™ s nr n hot Sits ' rs? Hr ? L ot thunder sounded in the north. Sweat rolled from the brow of the honest farmer as he gave orders and changed plows and cultivators His temperature was on y exceeded by .hat of Mrs. Cunningham, who. in bust .“ r arme d me, was not only suffer, „g from the heat of the day b„, from that ofS over, [ Page 60 ]

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I A faint smile crept over Max’s face as what appeared to be the truth was dawning upon his mind. He moved ahead of the others and went to an old stump that was higher than his head. There were scars on the tree where some one had climbed up to the top of it several times. He had now discovered Bandy Leg’s prison. The hoys began to work, and soon discovered a plan, which proved to he successful in freeing Bandy Legs. No sooner had Bandy Legs reached ' the ground than he began eating at an enormous rate. He was very hungry. Between bites he answered their many questions. This was his story: “While I was fishing Ted Shatter and his partners came upon me unexpectedly. They threatened to kill me unless I did as they told me to. They drove me to this place, and then laughed at me. Each day I had to eat cold bread. They promised to come back this morning and bring a rope to free myself from the stump if they didn’t forget it.” “Well boys, we will stay around here and give these boys a lesson that they’ve been needing a long time,” said Max. In a few minutes the boys came to the stump where they supposed Bandy Legs to be. On reaching the stump they began calling and teasing Bandy Legs. No answer came. “I guess he has fainted, boys. One of you will have to go afetr him. The fun’s all bursted, the fat’s in the fire !” “You bet it is !” shouted a boy from the rear, and as Ted Shatter started to whirl around, something came against his back with such tremendous force that it sent him head-long to the ground. This was Steve, then the others rushed from their places of concealment. “Let ’em have it boys; remember what they did to me!” shrieked Bandy Legs. All the boys were punished so they would remember it quite a while. The five chums reutrned to their boats and hurried to Miss Griffin’s to tell their story. They left for Carson that evening and when they reached there Steve found his home as he had left it. Of course he came to the conclusion that he must have stopped the water before he left. The following day found the five lads again at Miss Griffin’s home where they spent a few days of enjoyment. Whether Ted Shafter would ever secure his revenge or not, only the future can tell; but the good people of Carson were becoming very weary of his antics, and it was understood that with his very next exploit he must be severely pun- ished. If he were not held in check, he must be sent away to a military school: either that, or the reform school was to be the fate of Ted Shafter. — William Guthrie Williford. [ Page 59 ]

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Soon the 11:30 farm bell sounded good news of dinner and shade. The negroes in different parts of the fields threw down their hoes instantly and gave a loud “Hallo” and then broke into some familiar tune, reminding one of the musical resonance of frogs on the salt marshes of Eastern North Carolina. Cunningham glanced out the kitchen door and exclaimed, “Yonder comes Mr. Jerrup.” The expected guest in an open-buggy driving a donkey-like mule, was coming up the winding path from the main road. Cunningham went out to meet him, and after greeting him with a good handshake, remarked, “Henry, you’re looking older.” Yes, replied the other, I m at least a year older than I was twelve months ago.” “Let me put up your mule,” Cunningham said as he started undoing the reins. “Oh, no!” Jerrup insisted. “They fed him about ten o’clock. He doesn’t need a thing.” As dinner was not quite ready the two gentlemen retired to the shade of a large oak which stood adjacent to the porch. The visitor tried everyway to start an argument. He talked about politics, religion, diplomacy, and other bones of contention; but his friend was too agreeable for a heated discussion. Just as the conversation was becoming interesting, dinner was called. The table was buried in ham, bacon, vegetables, over-sugared pies and cakes, and other sources of indigestion — in fact everything was jammed so closely that the table cloth could hardly be seen. Jerrup gave a smile of satisfaction as he seated himself at the table “Now, Mr. Jerrup,” enjoined Mr. Cunningham, “make yourself at home ” “Yes,” his wife supplemented, “we want you to feel and do just as you would at home.” J Jerrup appeared especially amused and pleased at these remarks. Dishes jingled ; and the conversation was light and flippery. Apology and praise intermingled; and jokes, first told by one and then another, fought in the arena for brilliancy. Often Mrs. Cunningham would chide Master William, the seven-year-old boy, for being out-spoken or acting unmannerly. Suddenly William said, “Mr. Jerrup, pass me the sugar bowl please ” “Well, sonny, wait till I can get the sugar out,” Jerrup answered as he poured the sugar mto his coffee. “You’re trying to get smart, ain’t you,” William retorted. Jerrup deliberately slapped him, remarking, “This is the way I do boys at home when they act impudently.” J Mrs. Cunningham was a bit excited, but tried to conceal it by apologizing for Williams conduct. Cunningham seemed slightly puzzled but continued his conversation. Dinner was now over and as Jerrup arose from the table he violently embraced Mrs. Cunningham who blushed and uttered a half-controlled cry. This is the way I do at home,” he hastily explained.