North Georgia College - Cyclops Yearbook (Dahlonega, GA)

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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.

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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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wm I CLOPS Bui the Crystal Ball allowed little time for reflections. Soon a new scene was before me. I was startled at the precipitous peaks, high mountains and the won- drous scenery that a lovely sunset in the high mountain ranges shows. As the scenes quickly changed, with many thrills for me, they soon concentrated on a road as it circled gradually up a very high mountain. Soon it brought into view the houses on the mountain top and quickly I recognized a very large mining camp. As the scene showed more of the place I was surprised to learn what an unusuallv large mine it was. I saw into the interior of the office building. Here I was startled to perceive on the door, Senor W. A. Callioun. Supt. of Mines. I knew he was in South America, but was surprised and made happy also to know that one of my old mining classmates had so quickly made good. I watched him as he went under- ground on his inspection. I was shown much of the mine and was glad to note the modern mining methods and the marvelous management of so large an enter- prise. Noticing the smoothness with which everything was carried on I could easily see why he had so soon made good and had been honored for his abilitv. I could easily visualize the old days of N. G. A. C. where I had labored willi Senor Calhoun. A crowded courtroom was before me. The jurv. gravely in their seats; the judge, grave and somber faced; the groups of lawyers and a courtroom whose crowd was tense and excited made all seem dramatic. The lawyer pleading to the jury, I recognized as R. B. Brantley, who used to enthuse us so by his speeches in our old college. From tlie appearance of the jury and audience I took it that here, as of old, he was holding his audience spellbound. Next I saw the verdict of the jury being read, and the congratulations given to my old class- mate, for he had won his case. The scene changed and the appearance of a small town was before me. Here my old classmate, K. 0. Hipp, had gone into business with his father to g ain the experience that is essential in many lines of work, and now the window of a large merchandise store bore the name of K. 0. Hipp. Next door was the postoffice of Ellijay. The scene that then greeted me in the Crystal Ball showed the crowded streets of a large city which I soon recognized to be Atlanta, Ga. I was very much pleased lo thus stroll through the streets of my home State ' s Capital City. A large new sky-scraper drew my attention, and as the scene carried me into its interior, I noticed a familiar face among the throng hurrying in and out. 1 qui klv recognized W. P. Culbertson. I watciied him go into the reception room of an office suite and thence into a large room with many desks with men at every desk working on books. He passed on through to a door marked Private and in small letters I saw, W. P. Culbertson, C. P. A. He had gone into jiusiness and had made a success. I remembered my classmate ' s high grades and deep interest in the school of Com- merce and was not surprised to learn of his great success. The Crystal Ball next showed crowds of people rushing to their work. They were surrounded by a large chain of mountains and here were located the Gold Mines of California. I observed many buildings around the mines and on one of these near by was the name, I. S. Reid, Commercial Assay Laboratory. It was here Mr. Reid had gone to make the mining game his profession and his success is proven by the great responsibility that lies upon an assayer. Mr. Reid came from his office and entered a gate that led to a little cottage built near the summit of a