North Georgia College - Cyclops Yearbook (Dahlonega, GA)

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mm We Sophomores are n jolly mine Ami never over work did whine Pray reader give attention While each n ' ember of the I ' lass I mention. Now first we have Lieutenant Lowe By name bnt not by natnre so, He delights in his ])uttees As everybody quickly sees. Next, in Mr. Porter lets rejoice In his great military voice, When he stmts across the hall You would think he owned it all. Lieutenant Baker carries high his rliin Because he wears a Cross of Tin, If he had gone across the seas He ' d lirouglit the Kaiser to his knees. lyanghing Ijois likes to Parle Praneaise Although she doesn ' t know the way; Now, in Knglish she ' s much cuter But says tliat : Iath will never suit her. Sir Christopher blows in the band But nowhere else, I understand, A pattern student such as he Each member of the Class should be. And such as that, Friend Long recites And tries to put his thoughts to rights Bnt they have wandered far away To whom, I wonder, would you say? To every cloud there is a silver lining Our Cl(nid thru and thru is shining Especially under Daddy ' s gaze When all the Class seems in a haze. Where Ruge gets his History Has always lieen a mystery; Now in Latin he ' s quite clever, But in Math, Ah: Never. There is another in this class Guess which: a lad or lass? W m was doomed to write this vear This Poem, my friend, you were doomed to hear. — Sophomore Poet. '