North Georgia College - Cyclops Yearbook (Dahlonega, GA)

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A Vision of Sophomore Class 07. Dahlonega, (in., May 17, li(27. AVJN ' Ci been asleep for 20 years in the iiiDiiiitaiiis of Xorth Geoi-- iiia, I will relate my vision. How I eanie to fall asleep, 1 know not. Init sinee it has hap- pened I am perfeetly ileliirhted. l ecaiise 1 saw all my friends of the honorable So|)homore Class of (17 of the Xorth (ieor ' ia A rri- eiiltural ( ' olle e in my dream. The first thinfj I saw in this vision was an old woman bending ' over a wash-tub near a little one-room Imt. In a little while she strai ' litened up. pushed baek her bonnet and looked ai ' ounil in a frifrhtened manner. To my horror I beheld the form of my old friend, Lieut. Byniun. As soon as lie saw me he began begging me very earnestly not to give him away. He said he had been a washer-woman for five years, aiul if it was discovered that he was not a woman he would lose his job. I promised liim faithfully T would not. and lie disa))- peared from my sight. The next seene to greet me was the dear old eollege town of Dahlonega. In front of a dilapidated store .sat a erowd of men chewing tobaeeo very delili- eratfly and diseussiiig eraps, as they ealled it. The t.alle.st man in the crowd who was standing in the doorway looked u[ and T recognized Crawford Our!ey. Looking baek of the store I .saw a middle-aged woman. Entering into conversa- tion with Crawford, he told me that she was his wife, nee !Miss Fannie MeCiuire. As we were talking, she called to him in a shrill voice to come and get in some stove-wood. Crawford looked very sliame-faced, and not wishing to see his humiliation any further, I left. The next seene was a fashionable seaside resort. As I was standing in the office of the hotel at which I was stopping, talking to the clerk, a very beauti- ful woman in widow ' s attire passed us. On iiKpiiring who she was. I was toUi that it was Mrs. D. C. Hancock, formerly Miss Irene Moore, of our famous Class. 1 was also informed that riunors were being circulated to the effect that she was here chasing u|) my old friend Galloway, who was .still single and had recently inherited millions of dollai-s.

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Silver and Goldo Deep down in the earth, far out of our sight, Lie hidden rare nuggets of gold ; In the heart of the hills, all pui-e and bright, Is silver in rock-bound fold. Silver and gold of worth so fair, — Men dig and delve for the treasure. The wealth they find can only compare With the Soph ' s desire for pleasure. Moonbeams of silver fall over the earth, Still, calm and placid, and clear; So lovely and chaste, and calling to mirth, The Queen of the Night hovers near. The moon sheds her silver, distilled as pure light. From her features, refined and strong. Leaves, dew-damp, sip it and revel at night, Sophs coin it and spend it in song. Gorgeous and grand, in his wealth of gold. The sun rides across the blue sky. The mightiest god of the gods of old, The earth did him homage on high. ' Tis his gold he so bountifully give , That shines from exhau.stless stores. Warming our souls and cheering our lives, Like the sunny gold hearts of Soph ' mores. Silver and gold, — worth and purity thine; Let ' s drink to our colors, boys! Let ' s drink of this cup, filled up with the wine Of our love and comingled joys. If our hearts, 0, Comrades, be ever of gold. Though our locks to silver turn. Our eyes get dim, and the world grow cold. The fire of our love shall still bum. — David P. Berry.

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In the next scene I was transported to a barren hillside among the red hills of North Georgia. On a rail fence running along almost perpendicular to the hill leaned two gaunt farmers, discussing politics. On approaching nearer I recognized Jimniie Baker and Carl Burnett of our Class. I learned from their conversation that my old friend and classmate, M. C. (iay, was the best (being the only) lawyer in th county. But having found law unprofitable in that see- lion, he was now running for coroner. Crossing the hill I came to a small schoolhouse. Being thirsty I entered to get a drink of water, and immediately recognized in the master, H. V. John- son. After greeting me heartily he invited me to .spend a few minutes with him. I liad been seated only a few minutes when a tall gentlemen in a clerical garb came in. His face being unfamiliar to me I asked Johnson who he was. He told me that the gentleman was Rev. E. J. Cavender, a hardshell preacher. I inquired of him where his brother Fred was. and he told me that he was a doctor in this same neighborhood. Asked whether he was a practicing physician or a surgeon, he informed me that he was a horse doctor. The next scene was a railroad track in the subui-bs of a great city with a freight train just arriving. The train slowed down and two hobos crawled cautiously from under the cai-s. Imagine my surprise when I saw that the mea were Mansfield and Pfett ' er. They passed up the street to the heart of the city, and were lost from my sight. The next scene was in a small town where a carnival was in full blast. Jlounted on a box outside one of the tents was a tall, awkward man, calling the people ' s attention to the Bearded Lady, who was now on exhibition. Desir- ing to see the show, I purchased a ticket and went in with the crowd. After the tent was well filled the spieler came in to introduce the Bearded Lady. As the light fell upon his face I recognized one of the old K. M. students, Whelchel., As the Bearded Lady stepped out I was shocked and surprised that she was none other than E. D. Willingham. When this show was over I went into the nmin tent. A bunch of chorus girls came out and I recognized in their leaders Jerry Davidson and Charlie Power. As .vou see, my vision was altogether of a prophetic nature; and after I had seen all the members of my Class, I do not remember anvthing else.