University of Georgia - Pandora Yearbook (Athens, GA)

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Order of 'iBooks University Classes Fraternities Athletics Co-eds Activities Military Features The University u as closed during the Civil War, and was not reopened until January 12. 1866. The return of the former students, some clad in uorn Confederate uniforms, to the campus which still bore signs of devastation by Federal troops, is one of the dramatic incidents in the University's history.

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foreword Every annual endeawrs to present a complete and accurate account of the college year. The iQ2$ Historical Pandora essays in addition to depict the salient episodes in the history of the University of Georgia The period before the Civil War was the hey-day of the two literary societies at the University. There were no other organizations or activities, and competition between the Demosthenian and Phi Kappa societies u m keen. The tu societies were accustomed to march in joint procession to the Chapel for the annual Champion Debate.

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Qraduatioru May all that's best of youth and age be yours. Until the lime when day and night are one, May all be yours within the magic doors, The gold-spilled treasures sparkling in the sun. May hard white highways lie beneath your feel, And young trees line the way with flags of green, While your eyes mark the flight of swallows fleet That vanish in the azure world unseen. May yours be gleaming lakes and sunlit seas And coves where flashing gulls find summer rest, And yours be pathways curving through the trees That fling dark arms against the crimson west. Old books be yours to glimmer in the light The flick'ring fire throws out in ruddy glow. And deep arm-chairs and lied-back curtains bright And purple shadows on the opaque snow. May young love find you, calling like a bird Across the silent stretch of throbbing youth. May romance find you like a song just heard, And beauty may it bring along with truth. And when the sparkling wine of life is gone. And death's soft footfall sounds upon the floor. May children's voices echo through the dawn To lead you, smiling, through the open door. S. Y. TuppiiR, Jr., '26.