North Georgia College - Cyclops Yearbook (Dahlonega, GA)

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Davidson Adjutant, corporal, major-general, sergeant, the whole shoot- ing match. Has a liquid voice and velvety expressions that sound like mush on the midnight air. Is the chapel spieler for keeps, although a rummie. Great hand with the ladies. Serenades every night he has a chance. A lover with little success. Writes to S every day and never gets a reply. Makes out military menus everv (lay, which are served promptly at 2 130. Is Captain Williams ' mouth-piece. Subject to severe cases of nerve. Where there is eating, aou will find Davidson. He always loves Moore. Led astray by one young girl. Completely passive except when on duty. Poses as the beau ideal of the school. Makes the night hideous with his infernal mandolin. Is a high-minded youth, but lost. To hear him talk you would think he was the whole works. He ' s fond of burlesquing people. Was scorned twice in the same ])lace. His favorite expression is, Here is human nature spread out before vou. E. W. II.W ll)SO , p.. , . 17

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Crowde T. II. CROWDER, E. E. S.. Agent for Rose ' s Purity: Old Bottles and Jags in general. Assistant to Captain Williams on the investigating commitee. Lt.-Colonel of Class ' 06. Broke all records in business class by making both ends meet. Talks in a way that causes people to stop and say, Oh and Ah. ' ery skilful in speech, but never uses it. Has a choice collection of excuses. Sees the merry side of life, but never shares it with his friends. Quite a society man with the fol de rols left off. Looks like a Night -blooming Cereal, only taken when Force is omitted. Has an apologetic laugh, and a supply of blushes that any young lady is welcome to. Goes round with a tag on his coat which reads thusly : God bless our home. He shows this to passers-by, and so- licits stock. Is quite positive with his teachers. Always neatly gowned. Wears brass buttons only when he has to. as he appears better in citizen ' s clothes. Is very fond of the flag. Is color(ed) sergeant. Is heard to remark every night before retiring, Tuck, roll me a snakie. 16

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W. S. GAILLARD, B. S. (jail lard Clock Regulator. Lived so far from civilization was forced to spend his vacations in Dahlonega, Ga. Has a stereotyped form of expression with which he begins every public address, having first learned it in the Freshman class. It is as follows : When I behold the South reposing in its silent grandeur, my soul leaps on — ( Xo applause, only the painful sighing of a many times perse- cuted audience.) A silver-tongued ' orator with more stock ex- pressions on hand than any one person in college. Has loved and been loved by each and every girl in town. Always ready to do his part in the military world. If the weather was very cold would keep his men standing at attention to explain drill regulations, while if the dav was very warm he would make them double time. Ex- pects to be Ambassador to France at some day in the near future. Good-hearted fellow, but won ' t work. His promises are like pie- crusts. Makes an explanation a day to some fair lady. 18