University of North Carolina Chapel Hill - Yackety Yack Yearbook (Chapel Hill, NC)

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FOREWORD IN the get-up of this book it is our purpose to leave the class room and enter into that part of the University life which is more enjoyable, that part which makes an institution like ours truly great. ' e intend to picture to you our life, so that you will know the kind of atmosphere that surrounds us. But there are some things that a picture cannot tell, and we are frank to admit that this University life is far too grand, — far too magnificent — for us to do justice to it in this necessarily small volume. While we cannot tell all or unfold to you the whole, we will attempt to give to you as nearly as we can the University as it appears to us. And if we fail to emphasize some parts as much as we do others, we beg those of the departments thus neglec5led not to be too hard on us in casting their blame, but to bear with us yet a little while and remember that we do not claim the art of perfection. We hope that when you have read our little book, that you will know us better, know our life, and most truly we hope that you will like us and our life. If you do not we have failed in our attempt. As to our success we leave you, our reader, to judge. Editors.

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,r iHHErioRiAri.i Baker, William Arren Barnhill, Roscoe Thomas Bason, George F. Battle, Turner Westray Bryan, William Shepard Douglas, Stephen Arnold Exum, James H. Graham, Joseph Gray, Robert Percy Hyman, Herbert Shield Johnson, John Monroe Lleuelyn, J. R. Dobson McRae, Samuel Hinsdale Meares, Oliver Pendleton Palmer, Robert R. Simmons, Enoch Spencer Skinner, Thomas Gregory, Jr. Story, Romy Weaver, Wiley C. page five]

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TO THE UNIVERSITY Down from thy borders on the North. From Cape Fear and the southern plain ; From midland and from mountain forth, From storm-front on the eastern main ; From other states and other lands Thy foster-sons, with glad desire, Hasten to join their hearts and hands Aronnd one centra! altar-fire. O, Alma Plater, grand and true! Our petty selves are merged in thee, As clouds melt in the arching blue — As wavelets sink into the sea ! Mother and Guide ! the praise is thine If aught of worth these pages show ; Thy spirit is a lamp to shine Athwart the path our feet must go. Take then the record ; as. in truth. Ourselves, long since, thou didst receive, — The good, in joy; the ill, in ruth, — Since all, for thee, we would retrieve. If we have mirrored fair thy face ; If we have pictured true the spell That binds us to thy heart of grace — O, .■Mma Mater, it is well ! -.1 . G. H.