University of Georgia - Pandora Yearbook (Athens, GA)

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 anfeertng. In days of old when knights were bold And a' the warl was young. Then nane the maids wha ganged the wold Claekt e’er a scauldiug tongue. Ah no. I wot then they wad not Subdue wi’ words the men. sir— They’d no allow as we do now. Men were no weaklings then. sir. The sweet Eileen wad wipe her een. (Methinks that’s what she called 'em), But she wad not speak back I wot Against their lordly thralldom. The cause, forsooth, a-weel tis truth. (Ye’ll na deny it madam). Man's force o’ will such awe d instil It silent always made ’em. Egad, in time of which I rhyme Men’s bluid coursed strong and true. Then men were Mkx. and ah. ’twas then They did as men should do. Thes men. gadzooks. I know from books. Were masterin' an’ braw. An’ ilka deed o’ theirs I read Wi’ most respectfu’ awe. Yet. dearie me. quite secretly (Ye’ll no gie me away) I’d somehow sort o’ like to see One of ’em try to play The game I’m told he did of old On a lassie o’ today. —W. G. Braxtmsy. Jr.

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Sylvan us Morris, A. M., Dean of the Law Department, and Professor of Law. Robert Emory Park. Jr.. A. M.f Litt. D., Professor of Rhetoric and English Literature. William Oscar Payne. A. M.. Adjunct Professor of History and Political Science John Moore R kadis, Ph. I)., Professor of Botany. Sankor!) Mkddick Salyer. A. B.. Instructor in Rhetoric and English Literature. Steadman Vincent Sanford, A. B., Junior Professor of Rhetoric and English Literature. Charles Mercer Snei.linc, A. M.. Dean of Franklin College and Professor of Mathematics. Roswell Powell Stephens, Ph. D.. Adjunct Professor of Mathematics. Joseph Spencer Stewart, A. M„ Professor of Secondary Education. Charles Morton Straiian. C. and M. E.. Professor of Civil Engineering. Andrew McXairn Soule. B. S. A.. President of the State College of Agriculture and the Mechanic Arts, and Dean of the College of Agriculture. John Shipley Tilley. A. M.. Fellow in English. Henry Clay White. Ph. D.. Sc. I).. D. C. L.. LL. D.. Professor of Chemistry, and 'I'errell Professor of Agricultural Chemistry. Robert Cu.mming W ilson, Ph. G. Instructor in Theoretical and Practical Pharmacy. Tiios. Jackson Woofter. A. M.. Ph. Y). Professor of Philosophy and Education and Superintendent of the Summer School. Cornelius Augustus Wells, M. S.. Fellow in Chemistry.

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A GRAFTERS’ MEETING (By Oxk Who Pi:i:ri:i Thro’ tin-: Kky-Hous.) Sckni:: The Interior of the I’niversity Book Store. Bcggs (seated at Ids desk looking over the accounts ). My. lnit business is dull. We have sold only one hundred hooks today, and tlie profits on some of them was only seventy-live per cent. (Enter Red team, skipping gaily, and sings to the accompaniment of the jingle of money in his pockets) : •Wo one to do. Beggsie darling. Xo one to do, you say; Come take a tip. Away we will slip And get out a ’Calendar’ this day. Bcggs (in rapture). Capital idea. .My. hut if your ideas were only exam, tablets, couldn’t we make a fortune selling them. But we mustn’t go now. for 1 have invited a few of the gang down for a meeting tonight. Redfearn (not delighted). Very well. But hark. 1 perceive the fall of footsteps. (Enter Young Smith, smoking a Kcd-and-Black ad. cigar). Hail, fellow grafters. I low are your purses? And where are the rest of our noble hand? (Bcggs and Redfearn remain silent.) Why dost thou not speak ? Redfearn. Knowest thou not. Y. B.. that silence is golden—and verily my heart yearns for gold. By the multitude of thy words one would think thee penniless. (A loud knocking and the rush of much “hot air” is heard without. Enter Dwight Rogers, with a bunch of Pandoras. Takes one in his hands and speaks to it). Ah. thou source of much graft to me. more productive to me of gold than the touch of Midas, well has thou benetitted me today. Y. B. Smith. Ah. where are the other members of this august band of great grafters? Where are Bailey. Johnson. Pekor, all? Rogers. My lord. I will answer as to their whereabouts singly. Bailey, he that doth graft most woudrously on the Red and Black, is even now seeing the opera on that publication’s pass. Johnson and Pekor are at present trying to get in the same performance as official scorer and correspondent to the “W eakly Howl. respectively. (Beggs springs up and seizes his hat). W hat, do you mean to say that 1 am missing a chance to work a graft? (Dashes out. closely followed by Redfearn and Smith, who are busily thinking of some graft scheme to work on the ticket seller.) (Curtain slowly descends, and the jingle of money in the Book Store is again heard.)