North Georgia College - Cyclops Yearbook (Dahlonega, GA)

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tlie problem of equipping our shi]) lo ail the se;i of life. We feel that we have done well, and now that it i very near completion, though some regrets may enter our minds, we are happy, contented, and proud of our preparation. .So it is with a kind of haughty happiness that we look forward to the exercises in June, when our names will be inscribed in the book of alumni. Though some doubts and fears assail us, as we start on the journey of life, and must face its grave problems as men, yet we are confident, not over-confident, i ul that which gives us faith in ourselves, because we have the one necessary requirement for life, a college education. So as we, supremely happy, yet with a touch of sadness, take our leave in June, we leave behind us for our Alma Mater, our love, deepest interest, and most sincere good will, and always will there be a pleasant memory of the college, so ideally and picturesquely set in the mountain hamlet of stately North Georgia hills. We are saddened at the leaving behind of the friends by whose side we have toiled these four years and who mean so much to us, but as we meet in life nothing will be enjoyed so much as the recalling of those days we spent at N. G. A. C. together. So. fellow Seniors, as we leave each other, it is with the joy of a goal attained and the satisfaction of having done our best. Who does the best his circumstance allows, Does well, acts nobly, angels could do no more. Inman S. Reid, Senior Historian.

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St ' iiior Cla- s History ■■Tin purpose firm is equal In the deed. ' It is no small tior easy task to relate the facts of leadinji events and hard- ships gone throu-ih to attain our present lofty position as Seniors. Yes! Seniors!! How very muih that word means to us! Only those who have toiled and sirived through four years of college work, — those who have envied more than one Senior Class of friends and fellow students and those who have longed to attain that coveted position can really and truly know how deep is the meaning and feeling of that word. We are Seniors and it seems strange to us, in a way. to find and realize that we are t he chief guardians of the honor and traditions of our college, the directors and leaders of practically all tu(lent activities and the ones to whom are looked for dignity and seriousness. RetrospectiveK. v f are gladdened with memories of other da as lower class- men. A joy now, can ' t you imagine how joyous those memories will i)e in later years? Our college days will he reniemhered more vividly than any other period of our lives. As Freshmen we were always dodging, hiding, and constantly on the alert to miss Rat court and jiranks of the hateful and persistent ' Sophs. Those, prohahly. are the most cherished memories of all. Soph year found us back fewer in number but greater in zest and spirit, and with a determination to have our fun with the lowly Frosh. We were always on the alert to catch the Rats and call them to account for their wrong-tloing. Then, as Juniors, we returne i «itli new zeal and determination to stick it out, and with a more serious purpose than heretofore thought of. Now we are proud Seniors and justly proud, for have we not come within sight of the goal which we set when we entered as Freshman? As leaders in student activities, we have, and are, striving with an interest in our work, for the betterment of our college and student bod v. Some achieve- ments of ours are: The selecting of a design for a Senior ring which we succeeded in getting adopted as standard; sponsoring the introduction of Rat caps for the Frosh : and numbers of other things lack of space forbids me set forth. Nearly every Senior engages and excels in some student activitv or organization. So, besides doing excellent work in the classroom, we are all working with a zeal and love for the betterment of the student body, the college, and campus activities. We are doing all we can towards that which tends to a larger, better, student body, and a greater spirit and love for the college. The majority of our class have been together for, with this year, four years. Some few. however, entered our fold a year or so late, but nevertheless, they soon became imbibed with the spirit, loyal enthusiasm, and friendliness of our class. We are joined by the same strong ties of friendship, affection for our college, and

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Senior Cla-.- Pn)j li« ' ( ' y Jun. 1. IM. ' .l. A- I was wanclfrinp through the strange streets of Constantinople to-day. where I am --pending my vacation away from my position in the Iridium Mines in Mesoptitamia: away from work and worry to see the unusual sights of the Turkish t ' a|)ital (!itv; 1 noticcil a (|uainl sign of mvsterv indiiating a (irvstal Gazers I ' arlor. As 1 entered the dinilv lighted rooms magnih(eiiti furni.-hed in Oriental splendor as though indicative of Oriental mysterious know li ' dge. I felt that many things were to he here revealed to me. C.onunanding what little native language I had picked up. 1 linally made it known that I would like to learn anything I could about the Lnited States. Since it was Ju::e. 1 was thinking of college day? com- mencement, old classmates, and of what they might he doing. I hadn ' t heard from a one of my old classmates in a year and the time for commencement brought many memories of my .-Mma Mater. 1 was seated before the dark Crystal Ball. Presently it began to turn and lighten up. and soon, as if it knew of my thoughts, large buildings, crowds of happy -tudcnts. and a beautiful campu- in all the splendor of Spring were to be seen in its depliis. The scenes shiltrd and 1 could ?ee the interior of one of the buildings. First I saw the halls thronged witii groups of laughing and talking students, then into a large classroom. Here, from the equipment. ! could tell was a Math let-ture room. The class wasn ' t very large but their unusual attentiveness and appearance of being deeply interested attracted my attention. Soon I turned my eyes to the professor who could make Math so pleasant. In an irstant I recognized him as one of my old classmates and until the class was dismissed I watched our old clas- president. Sam Barrett, easih enthuse a group of Seniors in the intricai ies of higher Malli. 1 remembered his biilliance in the Math classroom back at old N. G. A. (. ' .. and I could easily see why he had so soon reached a Math profcrsorshij) in a big Western college. I closed my eyes for a moment, thinking, reliving college days, and recalling instances of my Senior year. W hen I opened them it was to gaze into the Crvstal Ball at a new scene. It showed the crowded streets of a foreign city where all was bustle and hurry, the traffic slow and congested, but all in a rush. The scenes continually changed to show the sights of a large city. This city was Paris. Tlie scene shifted and I saw a magnificent building in a quieter part of the citv. It seemed apart from the hurry and rush. One man caught my eye as he sauntered leisurely up the steps and stopped to chat with a friend. I noticed that he looked verv much an American and. a? the scene brought him nearer. I was verv much surprised to recognize my old classmate. C. . Parham. He walked on into the building and into his office. Manv Americans and fcjreigners were here shown in conversation with him. I soon learned that he had gone into the Consular service and was enjoying prosperity in gay old Paris. I saw him reach for his de?k phone and soon saw him seemingly so hapjiily enthused over a long telephone conversation. It was lunch time and he left his office and hurried to a beautiful residence section of the Gay City. ' Here I saw him turn into a beautiful little French bungalow, rush in to embrace the pretty little wife who was awaiting at the door to welcome him home. I pordered over this last scene and thought how well it fitted mv memory of my old classmate who so often was eloquently raving about some beautiful and unusual ladv.