University of Georgia - Pandora Yearbook (Athens, GA)

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P A N D O Searcy Bka»kiki.i Si.ack, B.S.C.K., A.M., Adjunct Professor of Ciril Enyineeriny. Ciiari.ks Mercer Snei.uno, A.M.. So.I)., President of Franklin ('oileye, Dean of the Fnirersity. and Professor of Mathematics. Andrew MacNaikn Sori.K. B.S.A., Sc.l)., President of the State Colleye of Ayriculture and the Mechanic strts, and Dean of the Colleye of Ayriculture. Koswki.i. Powki.i. Stephen's, PIi.I)., Associate Professor of Mathematics. JOSEPH SPENCER STEWART, Ppd.l)., Professor of Secondary Education. ('iiaki.es Morton Stkaiian. ( and M.K., Sc.l)., Professor of Civil Enyineeriny. Wii.i.iam Tki.kokd Tckk, A.M., Instructor in Romance Lanyuayes. Kari. George Wki.ch. B.S.A.K., Instructor in Farm Mechanics. IIknmy Ci.ay Wiiitk, IMi.I)., Sc.l).. D.C.I... L1..I)., Professor of Chemistry, and Terrell Professor of Ayricultural Chemistry. Ciiaki.ks Anderson Whittle, A.B., Editor-Librarian, Colleye of Ayriculture. Komkrt Camming Wilson, IMt.G., Professor of Pharmacy. Tiiomas Jackson Wooetek, A.M., l’li.I). Dean of the School of Education, Professor of Philosophy and Education. Wii.i.iam Archer Worsham, Jr., A.M.. Professor of A yricultural Chemist ry. Krnkst Achhky Bailey. A.B., Tutor in Physics. Kdgah Brown Pcni.ap, A.B., 'Tutor in Enylish. Charles Bi.'chwai.d. B.S.A., Fellow in A yricultural Chemistry. Paii. Tabor, B.S.A., Fellow in Ayronomy. •Absent on leave.

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P A N D O D A y v History of the Senior Class ' K has said: “Parting is a sweet sadness’ . Hut for us our can only contain sadness. i he only sweet connections to it memories of the days we’ve spent together at Georgia and wledge that, come what may, these memories are always ours. Someone has also said: “History consists of deeds”, hut tins is not always true. We might recall how. as Freshmen, we stole the Lucy goats; how, «• Sophe.mores, we won the pushball game and then defeated the entire College in class athletics; how. as Juniors, our activities ceased to he purely physical and we of ’Fifteen l egan to uphold in all branches the literary standards of our University. We might tell all this, and more, and so far as the outside world would know, our history would he written. Hut wc classmates would know Initter. We would read this over with fond recollections hut deep within ourselves we would know that it is not alone in these things that our history consists. Our minds would run hack, and we would live again at Georgia. What about those days full of priceless hours that cemented our class ties into bonds of lasting friendship? What about those days on Sanford Held when we went down together and watched the Varsity scrimmage? And those days when we played on the tennis courts before the Academic building, and trotted round the gvm at Howell’s orders? We would think of those days, and we would know that only in our own memories can our true history be written,—and we would wish then, as we do now. that we were Freshmen again. We are proud of our class, wc rejoice in the privilege to have graduated in nineteen-fifteen, and as yet our parting is a sadness by no means sweet. This town, this campus, this faculty,—our University—has grown dear to us, and as. we leave we rejoice that others can and arc going to enjoy that greatest of privileges.—going to Georgia. To them as to us. however strange it may sound at first. In-fore he graduates “Glory” will be the sweetest song he has ever heard, and Georgia's campus will be for him the dearest spot in all the world. One of the orators our class has produced has told us that “Progress has ever been the watchword of the hour”, and with this truth before us. wc arc advancing to other fields. Histohian.