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

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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.

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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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PRIMA LUCE shouted r Ir ' tea ch vo 1 VC ' y man ,ost control of his temper and snouted, x it teach you to know where you are!” passldand kmmheh! ' fu ft ft ° ther made for him - but missed and P he di d so “T ft ft ft T S W,th a Hght blow to the shoulder, and added as he did so I sometimes do tins not very far from home.” jumpedTnto ' his tu JtuS 1 ' ' ft P U ft b is mule, co a a r t prick f ed h ft hS appearance! WaS ° Ut by the wind resembling a jelly .fish in - Sstsr-r si- fro ; r 1 8 — Orlando Stone. The Moving Dune One fatal remembrance— one sorrow that throws Its bleak shade alike o’er our joys and our woes to which life nothing darker nor brighter can bring hor which joy hath no balm, and affliction no sting — Moore. aud lisfenhitr ftp “■ Judah Na , rrows watching the angry white caps on Pamlico west er 21 Vn fS lr Tftft Slappm F ° f r ° peS against the «nasts- The North- old oil SnL and r l E° r dUCb g and °« r only amusement was tinkering on the o an encouiuor 1 P 1 1 Capt Hugh ’ as b e concluded an account his weaEft fti tyft!. 1 ; 3 at lhe bead 0 Juniper Bay, twisted that yftftnftftft” ° f thC eXpCrienCeS Whkh y0U have had ‘ 1 know excellent remife ft? ' 1 ° ft! ° Ut W ’ tb Us f° r a Sticking trip, was a detective of Sendee In late vft had been once connected with the United States Secret known to himself u’ oucier ’ e had retired from active work for reasons best p left ire °i n hA terdn . tha t 5 ft UnaS ftT! g nlan a d always seemed to take more After ? listening than talking. Probably this was an effect of his profession After the second request, the detective lighted his pipe and began : ' P In the early ’90’s I was called from Baltimore hv the „,ti, „ , A young lady had disappeared under mysterious circumstances ' Her peoplftin a frenzy were confident that she had met with foul nbv r ,1 , ! Webster, the girl who had disappeared, was a chofti ft in the fttftchS and an active worker. In her personal relations I could discover no amours and 1 passed her as another E»a Mitchell. A week ' s mvestigatioTol? afforTed me 1 Page 62 ]