Tabor City tribune. (Tabor City, N.C.) 1946-1991, 1957-05-29
Arthur
Says
By-Btlly Arthur


The commencement season
is now on. Mary's little lamb
still follows where'er she goes,
the boy is still on the burning
deck. the Turk still sleeps in
guarded tent, the Star SpanSl-
ed Banner still waves over the
land of the free from the Geld
blue lakes on the Canadian
border to where the warm
waves softly lap upon the yell
low sands Of the Gulf, and the
elusive high slhool Girl Bless
her dear little white robed self
writes original essays on
subjects too deep for mortal
ken, the marshal is abroad in
the land in ali the glory of
blue sash and variegated ros-
cite, and the medal winner
spouteth on every hill and or
ateth in every valley"
So it is today.
The dear girls, free from
the teachers tutelary, are now
open to summer excursions and
picnics," the Henderson Gold
Leaf observed in 1889 at the
same time the Wilson Mir, or
said the college girls are now
striving for a bachelor #
hearts"
The Mirrors gifted Editor
Henry Blount added:
IT'S now the college graduate,
With shirts and, cuffs immacu-
late,
Does trusts and men annihilate
In language bold and strong.
The day that we commemorate,
The measure we should agitate.
The gas that is inadequate
Are touched on in his song.
He says we should eradicate
The evils that contaminate
The sons, that all are profligate
And paint the city red.
The wine that will intoxica.e,
The many drinks Incorporate,
All these, he would reiterate,
Are questions of much dread.
He says we should evaporate
This state Of things unfortun-
ate,
And easily facilitate
A man to make a dash.
One year from now he'll
advocate,
In tone OF voice effeminate,
The wares of men improtundte.
And boldly cry out, Cash"
Blount went on in a later
issue: The halcyon days Of
lntcr-regnum have come, and
quiet reignS in the echoless
halls of learning.
The trcmulous maidcnS.
who wiStfully looked diploma
ward. have been lullabied by
the latined parchment which
so Swcetly banners her name in
mysterious German text. and
the embullient spirited under
graduate finds freedom from
rectillnearS and parabolas and
pencilsucking ratiocinations as
she furtivcly glances at her
nlmble pedals i'll the witchi,g
comliness of slippers and black
hosiery, while filled with Wis
ions OF red June apples. and
ebon glistening blackberries
down beside the lane.
THE long days of delving in
mystic realms of lore, with no
inger-board to point to the
goal Of ambition, save that of
oefuddled hope, have at last
given way to tree climbing
dress tearing and branch wad- .
ing, and while the midsumm-II
ers' fruit and grain harvestlI
shall last the joy Of the lightlI
hearted maiden shall go undis-
turbed.
There will be preserve jarslI
TO be covered, and femininel
gramentS TO be picked 'FRONT.'
floors by mothers, but thercII
VIII be recompense in cheeryII
voices and sunny laughter th,tlI
snail ring around the old home
stead. that shall make the raid-
ing OF swcetmeat closets and,I
the contempt of wardrobe svs-
tenn real pleasure in the mat
erial heart.
God bless the girls! Let themI
swing on the gate, romp thro-t
ugh the fields, peep into birIs'
nests in the trees. and sleenII
IN the sugar-dish if they like
n few short years and thevI
VIII nave walked through thelI
Iittle roSincSs in life that is IN
dlmmed with sober realities |
and will be saddled with I'LL
cares Of a very serious world
For tho once. girls. disbiI
your thoughts of books andII
pedagogucs in the slop bucket.
Shp your Shackles of SCHOOL,
regimen and your corsets
'huck your shoes and stockings
ana nave a good time genersI-I
~ Love your parents. broth-
ers and sisters, for that mat
Ter your sweethearts, too; al
Dove all, love with all you'll
neart that God who gave you'll