University of Georgia - Pandora Yearbook (Athens, GA)

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•r - 0 little gods of clay! smile in your glory; Apollo, Hermes, Bacchus, marble cold, Have not the telling of the tragic story Your cruel lips could to the world unfold. Ye Gods of Clay. Could unfold, yes, if you but knew it truly, The hearts that break beneath your sordid sway, The tears that fall unreckoned and unduly, For you, through you, 0 little gods of clay! But you are silent, cold, uncomprehending, Colder than all the marble gods, for they Were never warmed by love divine, unending, Such as you knew, 0 little gods of clay! -10- —Maude Andrews.

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She fact that we have been able this year to get out a Pandora at all is so astounding that a preface could well content itself with holding up hands of admiration and self-approval on this score alone. We are safe and free to say that no previous board ever labored under such terrific drawbacks as confronted the ’99 editors. That we have overcome them is largely due to the excellent co-operation of the student body and our friends outside, and for this we give most hearty thanks. But the book is out; it is before you, with all its points of merit and all its faults. We will Dot enter upon a discussion of these. We have done our best, and we leave it to the public for final criticism, as indeed that is the correct and proper thing to t o.

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The Passing of a Crisis. A Study In the Early History of the University. LONESOME and forlorn Freshman walked sheepishly down College Avenue and through the campus gate nearly six years ago. Other boys who looked and felt like they had been here for ages, they were so much at home, lounged on the terrace and the lawn in front of the Library and the Ivy Building; but anxiously as he scanned the crowd, no familiar face appeared. On the slope before the Chapel a group of students were chatting, but no attention was paid the homesick stranger, who nevertheless felt painfully conspicuous. The space was free from students for some distance beyond the Chapel, and the only other groups to be seen were about the old benches under the locust-trees before the Yahoo. By the time he reached the New College, the boy’s heart failed and he eagerly sought some entirely concealed avenue of escape. But as he was about to turn back, his eye was caught by an old weather-beaten, moss-covered corner-stone almost at his feet, and in the interest which the illegible face of this rock aroused all feeling of lonesomeness was lost. An old wooden railing was there at that time upon which he leaned while he tried to decipher the characters on the block. The rusty gutter was pushed away, and some clinging vines he held aside, but the ravages of time prevented any of the letters being read but “By the Liberality of the Legislature of . . . this Edifice was erected. The Corner-Stone of “New Coi.lege.” -li—