North Georgia College - Cyclops Yearbook (Dahlonega, GA)

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D ux. Honored. Faculty, Beloved Classmates and Fellow Citizens: We have met here today to plant our class tree. ' Tis but a tiny saplinij, plucked from the rough mountain side, and brought here to be transplanted into our College Garden, with this simple ceremony, to commemorate our transplanting from the rugged slopes of youth to the garden of life and usefulness. We are soon to leave the fostering care of these master gardeners, — our beloved Faculty, — who have for four years watered aud pruned us and made us ready to be taken from this nur.ser ' of the mind, and placed in the great orchard of life, where it is expected of us to bear fruit, for the coming generations, and where we are to be the care-takers and the husbandmen of our own vineyards. No doubt the storms of the elements will pour out their vials of wrath upon us, and the ravages of plague and parasite will prey upon us. Thus it behooves u.s to stand by our training and keep pruned off the sapping parasite and the blight- ing plague, so that we may, after our transplanting, grow to the full measure of trees bearing rich, sweet, luscious, and wholesome fruit. We must in the yeare to come keep the tree planted in the best of condition, so that its boughs may ever grow upward. Let us make its planting and growth so sturdy and solid that it will not become bent to the wind, nor shattered and dwarfed by the raging storms of life; for under these circumstances it will b ' ' impassible for it to bear fruit that is pleasing to the eye and wholesome to the taste. But always let the boughs of the tree look up toward the sky, and thus catch the purest dewdrops, the brightest sunshine, the mo.st radiant colors of the rainbow of promise, and the fk-st clear light of the twinkling stars. Then when we, as trees in this great garden of life, have attained our full growth, when the storms of time have beaten upon us, and decay begins and dissolution comes, and we cease to bear fruit for this life, ma.v we each and all be transplanted to that beautiful Eden beyond, and there, by the banks of the River of Life, attended by the great Husbandman of Heaven and Earth, in the realm of perfect light, and in the clime of perfect condition, may we grow and bear fruit throughout the ceaseless cycles of the eternal life. is W. A. Sims, Sr., Dux.

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Senior Class Song, 1907. Our Alma Mater, thee, Dear old N. G. A. C, ' Tis thee we sing; We love thy very walls, And learning ' s quiet halls; A thrill thy bugle calls Will ever bring. O Mamma, when shall we At last from thee be free, Elsewhere to roam ? Can ' t we get ofE some jaw, Or break some precious law. Or simply just withdraw. And go on home? Nay, freedom is with thee; To know is to be free, To act or sing : Here has our strength been tried. Here have we learned true pride. Here shall our love abide; To thee we cling.