North Georgia College - Cyclops Yearbook (Dahlonega, GA)

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■; in m m m0 0 a0 1 Senior Class History That cynic who defined college-bred as a four-year loaf never attended school at Dahlonega. For loafing, as Cohen would say, is the very thing we ' se did every- thing else besides. In each sixteen hours allotted us, and for four years at that, we have crowded twenty hours of activity, Now look at us! But it was worth it. From fuzzy wrap puttees to shining leather; from rusty Springfield to rattling sabre; from brass collar ornaments to silver tabs; from blissful ignorance to a not-so-blissful real- ization of our total insignificance, we ha-ve graduated. To attempt a history of these survivors is an heroic task ; To hazard a prophecy would be sheer speculation. Through four years of varying fortunes, constant change and not infrequent distraction we have fought (pardon the self-felicitation) a good fight. Coming in with a new administration, aiding in the foundation of its policies, and leading a never-constant student body in its activities have been our diversions. And have the best four years of our lives been spent successfully ? We hope so. At any rate they were pleasantly profitable. For, discounting the book lore we may have acquired, much has been gleaned from the laboratory of life during our daily . experiments. If four years of effort have turned but a single page in the book of human ' conduct, they were well worth while. Successful ? Why certainly. When we shall be content to bask in the soft light 1 of memories, in that time of life between tattoo and taps, the keenest delight of all will come from youth, lived again. And so, as outgoing seniors, we find it woefully inadequate to bid the customary J ' farewells. We think we appreciate Dahlonega, and what it has meant and will mean to us, but really we do not. The passing of each year will, in a measure, add to the never ceasing regard certain to be felt. Friendships, as sacred as holy writ, and per- haps associations dearer still, will be our exceeding great reward. Robert C. Meaders, Historian. If e seem to pause upon the verge ot lite, A self-important little group of those Whose infant efforts are about to be Crowned uith man-made laurel. No doubt or fear assails us as ice stand. Unmindful, by a stream of hidden depth; No stones have bruised our feet, no jagged Rocks the tutored hands have gashed. Blithely ice embark on fragile craft, , In search of something by ourselves unknoicn. May God preserve a spark of that Which lights so gloriously our taking-olf. Until its flickering beams shall gtoic I ' pon a broken hulk, returning slow. X id CZ id M ii t t»mi k0 t it i m0 0 0 ' ■ Pagc Tieenti six

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