North Georgia College - Cyclops Yearbook (Dahlonega, GA)

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EVELYN MILHOLLAND Cassville, Ga. A.B. Class Historian, 18; Class Poet, ' 19; Certifi- cate in Household Science, ' 20; Literary Critic, Corona Literary Society, ' 19- ' 22; President Corona Literary Society, ' 21; Literary Editor Barrage, ' 21- 22; Literary Editor Cyclops, ' 22; Class Poet and Historian, ' 21- ' 22. For if she trill, .the will, and i ou maij depend on it, and if she ■won ' t, she won t, and there ' s an end on it. Nickname — Pat. Chief Occupation — Going to walk. Favorite Expression — Lorzee. Extravagance — Kodaking. Economy — Hard work. Eccentricity — Loves poetry. Greatest Fault — Nigger talk. Greatest Accomplishment — Loving. Destiny — Who can tell?

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WALTER BENJAMIN CLAKK Ati.axta, Ga. E..M., Delta Sif;iiia Al]ilia Ami xi ' hiit h no run ' ita a Imi }ike Chn ' k? ' ' Captain Co. A, •21- ' 22; 1st Lieut., ' 20; 1st S.sit., ' IS; Fontliall, ■20- ' 21 ; Traciv, ' 19- ' 20- ' 21; Tropliet Senior Class, ' 22. Xieknanie — Uncle Red. Chief Occupation — Farting ' lis hair in the middle. Favorite Expression — (Musn ' t apjiear in print.) Extravagance — Powder, manicure set, etc. Economy — Daddy ' s Math. Eccentricity — .Ml around athlete. Greatest Fault — Man of many pipes. Greatest .Vccomplishment — Drilling- A Co. Destiny — Fall prey to a friend wife. RALPH STRICKLAND CHICKAirAUGA, Ga. B.S.. gr., Rex. Far xdmi ' mail talk tiiid sumr mail stiip, bill lie tiaes on forever. Capt. Co. B, ' 21- ' 22; Sgt., ' 20; Vice-Pres. Senior Class, ' 21- ' 22; R. O. T. C. Nickname — Squee Hunk or Strick. Chief Occupation — Telling fairy tales (• ' ) stories. Favorite Expression — Now look here. Extravagance — Love letters. Economy — Spoken words. Eccentricity — Loves Math, and all such. Greatest Fault — Expressing his candid opinion. Greatest . ccomplishment — Footliall (?). Destiny — .lust a plain farmer.

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Class of ' 22 O relate the liistory of the Class of ' 22 would be to relate, in part, the histor3 ' of the elosing year of the World War and the beginning of the Reconstruction period which followed, for the Freshman year of this class was the year 1918. These conditions, as you know, caused college careers to be interrupted and the bright hopes of many an ambitious lad to be thrust aside. Thus the membership of the Class of ' 22 may be classified as follows : those who took advantage of the ojjportunity offered by Uncle Sam to students desiring to pursue their studies while being trained in military tactics, and those who, with a diploma almost within sight, desiring more active participation in the event that would shape the world ' s destiny, had enlisted in the U. S. Army. Part of our num- ber was in the R. O. T. C. unit stationed at this institution, while others were in different cantonments, and one member of our class was even then Somewhere in France . Sophomore year witnessed the homecoming of many of the boys, while Junior and Senior years won some few back to the realms of learning. Now, in this June of 1922. we find that we are at the end of the way where our activitie s are supervised by a learned and loving faculty. We are now on our own resources. It is ourselves who stand at the helm to direct the course of the ship on this Sea of Life. Doubt and fear assail us, and we fain would be among those not yet embarked. The way seems broad and pathless, with no goal in view, save that furnished by our imagination, which reproduces for us pictures so vividly sketched by those who have gone before. We remember how once we listened to these stories so confidently, and as we recall the accounts of other voyagers (who are none other than our own beloved college professors) we are reassured. For have we not with us the compass of a college education? Yes. on board the ship we have all the equijinient necessary, not so much that some must needs go over- board lest our load be too heavy, but that for which there will be a definite need at some time during our passages. And have we not for four years been training for just such a voyage? Not for this one, perhaps, but for any it might be necessary for us to make. We even anticipate with pleasure the toils and hardships of the way, tho ' they may mean hard work for us. Yet for one prepared, work does not seem so much like work and work does seem like play. So it is with this youthful confidence (future storms yet inexperienced) that we set sail. Our hearts are unafraid. Yet they are saddened at being separated from friends that have meant so much to us. Though even as we pass almost out of sight, our thoughts dwell not so much on leaving you as on the time when we shall meet again to discuss with added interest fate ' s different dealings with us. And at such a time, where ' er the place, one topic that never will exhausted be , is our Alma Mater, dear old . G. A. C, the golden nugget of the beautiful cloudkissed mount- ains of Georgia. Class Historian.