by its initiators Rudolf Goldscheid (1870–1931), Ferdinand Tönnies
, Max Weber
, Georg Simmel
, et al. First president was Tönnies, forced out of office by the Nazis, 1933.
The DGS is still flourishing, with about 1800 members (2010).
- Presidents
- 1909-1933 Ferdinand Tönnies
- 1933-[1946] Hans FreyerHans FreyerHans Freyer, born July 31, 1887 in Leipzig, died January 18, 1969 in Ebersteinburg near Baden-Baden, was a conservative German sociologist and philosopher.-Life:...
- kept the Society dormant since 1934
- Chairpersons
- 1946-1955 Leopold von Wiese
- 1955-1959 Helmuth PlessnerHelmuth PlessnerHelmuth Plessner was a German philosopher and sociologist, and a primary advocate of "philosophical anthropology" .He was Chairman from 1953-1959 of the Deutsche Gesellschaft für Soziologie....
- 1959-1963 Otto Stammer
- 1963-1967 Theodor W. AdornoTheodor W. AdornoTheodor W. Adorno was a German sociologist, philosopher, and musicologist known for his critical theory of society....
- 1967-1970 Ralf DahrendorfRalf DahrendorfRalf Gustav Dahrendorf, Baron Dahrendorf, KBE, FBA was a German-British sociologist, philosopher, political scientist and liberal politician....
- 1970 Erwin K.
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh, And eat well, And grow strong.
They'll see how beautiful I am And be ashamed — I, too, am America.
The night is beautiful,So are the faces of my people.
I've known rivers: I've known rivers ancient as the world and older than the flow of human blood in human veins. My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
I've known rivers: Ancient, dusky rivers. My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
The stars went out and so did the moon.The singer stopped playing and went to bedWhile the Weary Blues echoed through his head.He slept like a rock or a man that's dead.
Way Down South in Dixie(Break the heart of me)They hung my black young loverTo a cross roads tree.
Love is a naked shadowOn a gnarled and naked tree.
While over Alabama earthThese words are gently spoken:Serve — and hate will die unborn.Love — and chains are broken.
Hold fast to dreamsFor if dreams dieLife is a broken-winged birdThat cannot fly.