North Georgia College - Cyclops Yearbook (Dahlonega, GA)

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Class of 1908. In the pleasant days of spring, While the woods with music ring, With happy songs of birds, Still stroll we through the halls of college, Trying to gain a little more knowledge, ' Ere the time for parting words. Soon will the class of nineteen eight Be called to leave each dear school-mate, Alumni ranks to join; Commencement means commencing life. Full of pleasure, toil and strife, And a seeking after coin. Tho ' leave we must dear old N. G. A. C, Yet true to her we ' ll ever he; And should we ne ' er return. We ' ll watch her proudlv from atar, While her gates of knowledge stand ajar, . nd loyal hearts within us burn. Happy days in the city of gold, In memory fond we ' ll e ' er hold, And cherish friends here made; On each, life ' s blessings we would shower A name and fame had we the power. For a life of dut ' well repaid. M. C. GAY, Class Poet.

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and forces — real as paving stones. The old science occupied itself with the study and description of the outward finite world of fact: the new science is to soar into the inner, infinite realm of reality and truth. Self-discovery instead of world-discovery is the keynote of the present thought. There are within man ' s being latent and unde eloped powers and resources of the which we are unable to scan the faintest rudi- ments, and which ask no less than the infinite cycles of time in which to find full-orbed expression. We are evidently and palpably entering upon the threshold of a new era in the world ' s history, and the educated man — the thinking man--holds the reins of influence and will naturally gravitate to the po- sition of greatest honor and trust. 7 he man of ideas will be pre-eminently the man of power and potency. Thus one ' s value to societv will be determined by the number and character of the ideas he entertains. Fducation makes the mind fecund and creative, enhances the sense of individual worth by breaking down all barriers that cabin and confine, opens up nev ' worlds of truth and beauty; but ideas after all are powerless unless crystallized into character and conduct. So besides inspiring thought, education inculcates love for humanity, which supplies the true stimulus for service. Without executive ability the scholar becomes a mere bibliophile, or book-worm, isolated from the practical world of affairs, and incurs the sharp censure which Goethe puts into the mouth of Faust: ' ' I ' ve now, alas! Philosophy, Medicine and Jurisprudence, too. And to my cost Theology; With ardent labor studied through, And here I stand with all my lore. Poor fool, no wiser than before. Moreover, knowledge without principle to regulate and dire;t it into chan.iels of highest usefulness, is a dangerous and deadly weapon. Knowledge, indeed, is a power, but as so often witnessed, this energy may be misdirected, or misused. Pducation is as requisite to an ideal villain as it is to an ideal citizen. Therefore education in its full and final import is life, and its mission — which is the purpose that runs through the ages-- ' Aill not be consummated until knowled., ' e shall cover the earth as t!ie waters cover the sea. —Alex Burch.

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Senior Prophecy, ONF morning recently, I had been working in the laboratory for several hours trying to find some fluorine in a compound that Professor (jaillard had given me to analyze. I had applied all the principles 1 knew and all my ingenuity in the effort, but seeminglv in vain. My search was as fruitless as the quest of the absolute. I decided, however, to make one more attempt. F.verything was going well. I had just put the mixture over the alcohol lamp and was intently watching every change elfected bv the heat. . s it began to boil the liquid assumed a greenish hue. a mightv struggle seemed to be taking place in the test tubes. Fach molecule seemed alive and fighting for supremacy. .Slowl) ' bright bubbles began to rise and tloat olf in the air. . s each passed the top of the vessel it exploded, and presented to my astonished eves a picture in which the principal actor had a strangely familiar appearance. I watched them with breathless interest and shall trv to describe them to you as they appeared to me. The first picture was of a large agricultural college in .South (jeorgia. Students were going to and fro seemingly animated by the jov of work and delight in their surroundings. I watched them for some time, when I noticed two men of scholarly appearance walking down the front steps of the main building. They were evidently discussing some grave problem and my attention was instantly arrested. .As the picture became clearer I recognized both of them. Ihe president was none other than Mr. Bruce Ka ' and the professor was Mr. Denham. Fhe next bubble revealed a picture of a live town in North (ieorgia. The buildings were beautiful and up-to-date and over one of the large store buildings hung ihe sign, ( .AS IFl- BFRR Y iV BR( ()K- SUFR, Dealers in Cjeneral Merchandise. 1 had hardly remarked this fact when a beautiful little cottage in the suburbs of a city came into view. Ihe mistress of the home was gathering roses in the yard, and her bright happy face made it easy to see that she was the same Miss Shed, though she had now added to her name. ■Another picture was a business street in a large city. People were going in every direction, darting in and out of the high buildings — all so much alike. From a doorway over which was written ' ' State Bank, a man of about thirty-fi e years of age was coming. The lines of thought and care on his face easily identifieil hull as Mr. Harry Neal, the banker.