North Georgia College - Cyclops Yearbook (Dahlonega, GA)

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It was several seconds before the next bubble arose and I was becoming im|iatient. I stirreti the boiling liquid ; up shot a big shining one and it showed me a scene in the far away Philippine Islands. A large school building was situated on a hill. 1 he school had just been dismissed and the teacher was closing the building. His face was very familiar and I tinalh ' recognized him to be Mr. Bvnum. , fter leaving school he had intended enlisting in the army, but he must have liked the Philip(iines so well that when the troops were ordered back to the United States, he applied for a discharge so that he might teach in the Phil- ippines. The next picture was of a crowded court room. Every one was waiting expectantly to hear the judge ' s decision. Slowly the»judge walked to the front and, although his hair was streaked with grev and his step slow, one could not but recognize Mr. Gay. The next scene was a town in South Georgia. In one of the stores a drummer had just gone to sell some goods. The merchant was Mr. Brown, and to my surprise the drummer was Mr. Black. They were talking of things more interesting than goods. The next bubble pictured a scene in the country. A man and his wife were sitting in front of their home late in the evening talking to a neighbor, Mr. Fraser. They were deep in the discussion of p ilitical c]uestions of the day. Mr. Fraser was just convincing Mr. Kice, at whose home they were, that he sliould vote for him for representative. My eyes were next attracted by the picture of a stout, prosperous looking physician, leaving his ol ' lije for a long visit in the country. The doctor resembled .Mr. Burch and 1 took it for granted that it was he, as he was going to study medicine after leaving school, and come back to Dahlonega to practice with a near relative. A picture of the faculty of a Western university was the next scene that came before my eves. The faculty was composed of about thirty members and among them was the picture of the Professor of History, and the name, Prof. Johnson, was written below it. 1 had begun to wonder if none of my classmates v ' ould distinguish them ;lve5 in athletics, for se ' eral of them had shown a great fondness and abilit ' for that s:ien;e. Suddsnlv a large park appe.ired. It was crowded with laughing, shouting, jostling humanity, whose attention seemed fixed on a group of men struggling near the center of an open space. It proved to be a fojtball gam: and the ' ' blue and white were about to triumph. On the side line a big, athletic felhjw was madly te.iring ba;k ami forth, missing

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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.

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no detail of the game. On closer inspection I saw that he wore the winning colors and was Mr. Creel, the physical director of the North Georgia Agricultural College. The next bubble slowly dissolved and before me stood a huge manufacturing plant which bore the sign, FIRE-WORKS MADE TO ORDER. A SPECIALTY OE ALL KINDS OF FIRE-WORKS WHICH WILL NOT GO OFF AFTER BEING IGNITED UNTIL ONE HAS HAD TIME TO GET A SAFE DISTANCE AWAY, FOR INSTANCE, FROM A DORMITORY TOTHE OPPOSITE SIDE OFTOWN. The owner and promoter of this business was standing at the office door, and his name was Mr. Daniel. I stirred the mixture again hoping that the next bubble would be brighter than anv of the others. I waited and waited, no bubble arose, and 1 am still waiting and honine; to find the magic bubble which ' CIO o holds my fate. f -(