University of Georgia - Pandora Yearbook (Athens, GA)

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PEBPACB. X editing this volume of Tiik Pandora we have worked hard to give to the public a' faithful picture of student life as it is at the University of Georgia. We have tried to make a good annual, one that will give a faithful record of the year’s work and one that will entertain and amuse our readers as much as possible. If we have succeeded we shall In highly gratified; if not we will derive consolation from the fact that we have done our best. We know that there are some diseased humans who arc so constructed that they cannot appreciate a joke, no matter how good it is, if they arc in the least involved. They will probably get mad at something in this book. If they do, of course, we will Ik; very sorry, as it was not our purjiose to wound the feelings of any one. Everything has been written in a spirit of sweetness and good will, but we know that some of the afflicted ones can not jmssiblv see it that way. Well, for them it i but right that we should make this little statement. We have a lighting editor of the finest type who has complete control of that department. His address can be had on application. Just by the way, we might say that he has eaten boarding house hash for four years and has played on the football team for two. Tell him about your troubles and he will attend to your ease. With this little “damper” for the offended ones and our thanks in advance to all of our friends who receive this little book with favor, we lay down our office. Tn, ta. Tiik Editors. i (0)

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?. « Dedication. ft ft Jo T rg. Dr. peltoi) of Qartersoille. I To (lice, O lady, who with pen so fear loss Hath swept the prating prelate from the path Of higher knowledge, till he hied him cheerier Across the Ox Ford, blighted by thy wrath; To thee the “well done” of our approbation. Good health and greeting and—this dedication ! II How flashed thy j»en when Envy hurled her fires And pricked with thorns our loveliest, loftiest rose! The frying-pan too warm was for the “friars” And served them hot, as everybody knows. Aye! there they sizzed and whizzed, with many a caper, And then were nibbed with salt and Emory paper! II Thy pen hath dashed them, smashed them, crashed them, hashed them! Made every foe that marched against us wince; Its diamond edge so mercilessly slashed them, Brer Candler has been limping ever since! “Well done for thee, our champion!” shouts the chorus: Take Candler’s blessing, mingled with Pandora's. 2 (11)