North Georgia College - Cyclops Yearbook (Dahlonega, GA)

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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

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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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icemed to care for tlic pleasun ' s and aiiiuseiiit ' uts usually associated with a stii- tlent ' s life, Rut in his duty prmnpt at every eall. The third to appear in this vision of bygone days is Jett ' Fiudley. We might eall him the surveyor of the class. Do not mistake my meaning and think he ever took a survey of his books, for it was always roads, land, etc. When he gave an excu.se why his lessons were not prepared he was always believed; Truth from his lips prevail ' d with double sway. The figure that eomes into view as Jeff hurries away is that of Vernon Moore. While the Juniore under consideration were still- in their Soph year, he was admitted into Senior circles. lie wore the derby and enjoyed the free nights which characterized them. However we gladly welcomed him into our class, and if anyone should censure him we answer that The love he bore to learning was in faidt. The last one to be seen as the Juuioi ' s tile by, is Lizzie Shed. I distinctly recall how one day, when the teacher asked her to give an example of condition contrary to fact she answered that some day she expeetetl to find one who thought Her modest face the cottage might adorn. The members of the cla.ss have passed on, and gone their respective ways never again to be united by the bonds of purjile and gold. All that remains to us is the privilege of remembering: Thus ill the stilly night Ere .slumber ' s chain ha.s bound me, Sad Memory brings the light Of other davs around me.