North Georgia College - Cyclops Yearbook (Dahlonega, GA)

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N. G. A. C. CYCLOPS futnr (ElaHH litstnru. History repeats itself. The very title of this article bears me out in my repetition of this timeworn adage, and in compliance with the dictates of the ages, it is now my lot to glance backward into the dim past and recall some of the incidents connected with our college life. Our president, Mr. Palmer, was the first to find out the merit of the N. G. A. C. He entered in 1909. In 1910, he did not return in the fall term, but made good New Year resolutions to finish his education, and has been with us ever since. We could never do without Cal. He is one of our shining lights in Military and on the gridiron. Was Capt. of B Co. in his Junior year and now holds the position of Major. Owens, usually known as Ras, with Hatfield, joined our ranks in 1912, entering Freshman Class. Smith and McCaslan, Hatfield is a gridiron favorite, being Capt. of the team in 1915. Smith is Capt. of B Co. Ras has attained the position of Capt. of Band. Coon Lemon, Special, entered in 1912, but did not join our class until this year. In his first year he dropped out before Xmas, but next year returned for a special course. He is a member of the College Band. Frizzelle is one of our agricultural students. Entered Freshman in 1912. Haynes wandered from the N. G. A. C. for awhile, and then decided to finish with our class. ' allis, Special, is our latest addition. He entered Sophomore in 1914, and deciding that he wanted but a brief course in college, joined us at the beginning of this term. Both Wallis and Lemon represent us in football. And now the time is come for us to enter the Battle of Life, and we hope that every man in the class will face squarely toward the front and make a winiiing fight. In our school days we are daily conquering and there are fields yet to be conquered. The memory of these golden days will always be held sacred as the dearest possessions of our hearts. Even as these days are happy and suc- cessful, may those to come be still brighter and more successful. —Historian.

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N. G. A. CYCLOPS i 3. t. HIaUtB. 5t BrltH g-tgma. Albany, Ga. Applicant for Certificate in Metal. The magic of the tongue is the most dangerous of all spells. Varsity Football, Basketball, Base- ball. ' 14- ' 15- ' 16: Sgt. Co. B., ' 16. A South Georgia Specimen, which we are glad to own. One of the best athletes in school, and loves to go on trips, but frequently misses the train. There ' s a reason. Ask him. He has built some large Air Castles, con- cerning his mining career. As a student he is a serious and hard working man and stands for the best and highest ideals of life, and last, a genuine all-around good fellow. Our Alma Mater will miss you as a student, as an athlete, and as a doer of things, and in all branches of college, but our best wishes go with you. ifl. S. SIrmnn. i Srlta diiuna. Acworth, Ga. Applicant for Certificate in Metal. The saddest thing that befalls a soul is when it loses faith in God and woman. Sgt. Band, ' 15:2nd Lieut. Band, ' 16: Football, ' 16. Hello Mr. Coon. Don ' t ask him where he received that nick name, unless you care to see him blush. Coon came to us from Acworth, Ga., in 1914, and expects s ome day to be a great miner. He is very studious? but always finds time to go to Gaines- ville. During the latter part of the season he displayed some of his foot- ball, and showed up well at quarter. We are hoping that he will decide to come back and graduate, as he is contemplating.

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N. G. A. C. CYCLOPS i ' rutnr (Class l i ' n ibrrij One Spring afternoon, the warm sunshine and the balmy air enticed me from my studies. I, wandering about in the woods, in the dreamy half-awake feeling that Spring seems to bring, vaguely wondering where I should be next year at this time, began to think about my classmates. Where will they be? What is their future? I was questioning myself and wondering so, that when a miner cam.e hurrying along, with his countenance beaming like that of Columbus, when he first saw the American shores stretched out before his daring eyes, in the great Occidental. He seemed to be full of some news and eager to relate something wonderful. I soon learned the news and it was indeed strange. He said he had found a place in the mountains where there seemed to be a constant rain, with no sign of a cloud in the skies. I asked him to show or guide me to the place; he positively refused to do this, but pointed out the way so clearly that it was not difficult to locate the place. I turned aside from the road I was following and had gone about a mile or two when I came upon a very dense thicket of bushes grown to the hight ot ten or fifteen feet where water was dripping from the leaves and I knew it had not rained in Dahlonega for about ten days. Amazed! Well I guess so. I determined to investigate this phenomenon and solve if possible this puzzling mystery. I pushed and S(iuirmed my way into the interior of the shrubs where I found an open space at the foot of one of the mountains. I entered thru a very small passageway. I thought at first it was one of the tunnels for the miners, but out of the opening there came a kind of vapor and entered my nostrils as a sweet savor. I was awe stricken at first, and about to flee, when suddenly the earth ' s crust gave way: I fell heavily about fifteen feet on a sandy bed, I received no injure but was very much frightened. Dazed, I arose and surveyed the place about me, then jiroceeded about a hundred yards toward a light that shone in the distance. I came to a small rocky chamber, about twenty feet square, that seemed to be illumined by some natural light: the best I could judge the light was coming from the small crevices in the sides of the wall. In this chamber, there was pure water dripping from these fissures. In one corner, I saw a very small opening which seemed to be utter darkness. Upon exploring the new room, I found the following electrical inscription, written in strange and odd characte rs: ■ This is the home, and one eternal gate Thru which must pass the seeking race of man, When we would learn the blind mysteries of fate Ordained for man since myraid worlds began, Let him place here his worthy gift and wait.