North Georgia College - Cyclops Yearbook (Dahlonega, GA)

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1907. Motto : Much study is a weariness of the flesh. Flower: Pansy. Colors: Old Gold and Rmjut Purple. Officers : Lizzie Shed . . , President R. V. Moore Vke-President J. W. FiNDLEY Treasurer A. A. BuRCH Recording Sec. G. P. Charters Corresponding Sec. Yell: Rah! Rah! Rah! Sis! Boom! Hah! Purple and Gold, Juniors!

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A Graduating Class of I 907. Alvaii Gaskins, B. S. (Prophet) Wonderful financier. Loves to drill his company. Has been known to drill it while on sick book. Bruce Ray, B. Ped. (Historian) Swore he wouldn ' t wear a derby on Senior ' s Day if he never got his diploma. A fair sample of his notions. C. S. Phillips, B. B. S. {Secretary) Looks swell in uniform but can ' t keep sword from dragging ground. Extra dnt} ' squad dreads him. Julius Elkan, B. B. S. (Poet) Has no gift at all at making enemies. Can display his clas.s colors as nobody else can. Sticks up for his rights. M. L. Stephens, B. Agr. (Legator) Goes by very appropriate name of ' ' Tuck. ' ' Nobody knows where he got it but he couldn ' t do without it. He is everybody ' s friend. W. A. Sims, B. Agr. (Dux) Bulky in both mind and body, especially the latter. Has kept his Rose ' s Purity hidden since his Freshman year. rn .

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The Deserted Campus. (After Goldsmith.) Oft iu the stilly night Ere slumber ' s chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other davs around me. RECALL the days of Junior, when we walked the path of duty (or extra duty as the ease might be) — gone now to the record of the past (provided the record was that of the passed). Then comes to me in fancy the bugle call, that forced me to leave my untasted breakfast, or to wake at night with a start thinking it to be reveille. Again I hear the shrieks of laughter from a quadrangle where basket-ball prevailed, shocking, no doubt, the marble sternness of the monument as it stood motionless, unable to escape. Then too I hear the monotonous drone of shorthand dictation under- neath, during the sixth period sleepiness above. I see the green campus slop- ing gently down to where the green ( ?) house was built, surrounded in the fall by the golden brown bermuda grass, and in the sunnner by the yellow-heartetl daisies. The.se pleasures have forever passed out of my life: Thou source of all my l)liss and all my woe. That found ' st me poor at first, and keep ' st me so. As these well-remembered scenes fade away, one by one the different mem- bers of Junior Class pass before my mind ' s eye. The first I see is Alex Burch pacing silently by, secure in the consciousness of a military bearing. He sometimes failed to recite as accurately as he should, but excused himself by saying that Far other aims his heart had learned to prize. Next I see Price Charters, charming in football paraphernalia. He never