Central High School - Cosmos Yearbook (Houston, TX)

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Bauguss, Paul There Is no greater cause of melancholy than idle¬ ness. Bauer, Elizabeth She is as kind as she is fair. Bayley, Richard Far may we search before we find A heart so manly and so kind. Bennett, Catherine The moon looks upon many night flowers; the night flowers see but one moon. Bernhardt, Zula Mae For her heart is like the sea Ever open, brave and free. Berry, Wallace The better part of valor is discretion. Best, Nell Life is fullest of content Where delight is innocent. Boone, Mary Elizabeth Her modest looks the cottage might adorn Sweet as the primrose peeks beneath the thorn. Booth, Mildred “Timid, ever—Bold, never.” Boyles, Waldo We grant although he had much wit, He was very shy in using it. Branch, Eleanor A maiden never bold; Of sH ' t so st’ 11 and quiet, that her motion Blushed at herself. Breier, Esther When maiden such as Esther die Her place ye may not well supply. Brewer, Lawrence Td displease is my pleasure; I love to be hated! Britton, James A moral, sensible, and well-bred man. Broussard, Elma Frances Swift footed to uphold the right And to uproot the wrong. Browne, Emma Louise The maid whose manners are retired, Who patient waits to be admired. Brown, Louise Her face betokened all things dear and good. Brown, Mary Margaret “Good humor is always contagious.”

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Adair, Clarence “Judge not according to appearances.’’ Aderman, Vidor “True fops help Nature’s work, and go to school To file and furnish God’s almighty fool.” Agregard, Harold “Oh wad some power the giftie gle us To see ourselves as others see us” Alexander, Lee fie could, perhaps, have swum the Hellespont. Alfa no, Sam “Could it he worth thy wondrous waste of pains to publish to the world thy lack of brains?” Allf.man, Josephine She’s all my fancy painted her, She’s lovely, she’s divine. Allen, Lorine A simple maid in her dower Is worth a hundred coats-of-arms. Alessandra, Jane Sift words with nothing in them make a song. Angell, Russell His ready soeech flowed fair and free In phrase of gentlest courtesy. Ankenman, Melba L. Your fair discourse hath been as sugar Making the hard way sweet and delectable. Archer, Florence “I am not a saint.” Arnold, Kent “How much lies in laughter: the cipher key, where¬ with we decipher the whole man.” Axelrod, Isadurl Ther ■ be of them that have left a like name behind them. Ayers, Hlizabeth A heart as soft, a heart as kind, A heart as sound and free As in the whole world thou canst find. Backus, Gladys E. Ornament of a meek and quiet spirit. Bailey, William Oh dream of joy is this indeed The lighthouse top I see. Barnell, Virginia The dew that on the violet lies Marks the dark lustre of thine eyes. Barnes, Jewel Jewels five words long, That on the stretched forefinger of Time Sparkle forever.

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Brown, Mabel A. The hyacinth’s for constancy vi’ its unchanging ' blue. Brumleu, Isabel One only hope my heart can cheer— The hope to meet again. Brunson, Evelyn An outward and visible sign of an inward spiritual grace. Bryant, Mildred Thine eyes are springs in whose serene And silent waters heaven is seen. Burg. S. A. Better a witty fool than a foolish wit. Burch, Zoradia And o ' er that fair, broad brow were wrought The intersected lines of thought. Burke, Jean The thread of our life would be dark. Heaven knows, If it were not with your friendship and love inter¬ twined. Bush, Rose O beautiful, royal Rose, O Rose so fair and sweet! Byrne, Robert “Bah! I scorn the wiles of women; a lawyer shall I be.” Caldwell, Helen For herein Fortune shows herself more kind Than is her custom. Calhoun, Elizabeth Those eyes, affectionate and glad, That seemed to love whatever they l.oked upon. Callahan. Doris D. “Friend more divine than all divinities.” Camp, Myrtle May “Sw r eets to the sweet—” Campbell Pay “Measures, not men have always been my mark.” Campbell, Marguerite “All beauty is delightful, but human beauty is the best of all.” Campbell, Mary Sanford Whose large blue eyes, fair locks and snowy hands Might shake the saintship of an anchorite. Cash, Nelson Every thought was once a poem. Cathey Louise Strange to relate; but wonderfully true, That even the shadows have their shadows too.