University of Georgia - Pandora Yearbook (Athens, GA)

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Jffnrrumrit HE Board of Editors of the 1924 PANDORA submit this book to the Student Body, Alumni, Faculty and friends of the University, hoping that it may deserve their approval as a true record of student activity and interest during the college session. Perhaps some of the customs of former years have been abandoned. but we have endeavored to preserve those traditions which have endeared the University to the hearts of its Alumni throughout the years of the past.

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HE OLD ORDER must go: things must change. We cannot linger long in the glamor of college days: Perhaps we would wish to hesitate under the protection of these old walls. It would be pleasant to live over the early April mornings when the Campus becomes a living spirit under a symbolic mantle of moist green: to again walk by the Chapel when the first cool nights have come and the wan light of the Hunter's moon through the autumnal trees blends with the invigorating sensation of the metallic air to bring haunting fancies. They arc not long.—the days of cheering multitudes, of footballs spinning high in the purple dusk: not long when the dawning warmth of spring brings the sound of dance music through the calm night, or songs, enthusiasm and laughter over a sun-washed campus. Faces, voices, impressions.—the colorful ambitions of youth! Those memorable days when unexpectedly we glimpse new realms which, though seen in distant vistas, have a charm which beckons to us irresistibly! Soon they will be reminiscences. Perhaps we would remain a little longer in the shadow of the ivy-covered walls. We arc just beginning to see. Our vision is a little unsteady from the sight of new. strange things. But. “The moving finger writes: and having writ. Moves on. We. too. must go from the old buildings, down the shady walks and out into other phases of life. We hope that we will take with us. from our Alma Mater, at least a vague feeling that there are many worlds beyond the horizon that bounded our sight when we came.—and a desire to investigate these places, where, perhaps, there may be Freedom. Beauty, and Honest Satisfaction. When the older order changes, there comes a tinge of sadness with all the joy of adventure. Possibly it is because we always have the future but we cannot again possess the past. Yet memory, like a silver cord, will link the feelings, fancies, and impressions of the old days with us. and the years will wear the obscurity from the really fine things that we found here. We say goodbye with sadness, for we arc leaving bright things behind, yet we feel firm ground beneath our feet and the future has a lure.