United College Collegiate - Tric Tics Yearbook (Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada)

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gaKHiH ' 15 CLASS DEBATERS—I NTER-CLASS CHAMPIONS 1913-14 A. Bromfman G. K. Sheane W. W. McPherson J. E. Gibben R. K. Einlayson H. S. Churchill W. E. Reedman L. L. Paterson C. A. McKenzie W. E. Collins, Pres. A. W. Keeton S. Shultz Page 57

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Zam zar, ki jar, boom, bing, bang! Lookout! We’re out! The Fifteen gang! Arma tahma, rahma tahma 1 Rakka, dakka, roar 1 Nineteen fifteen, evermore! Energetic and alive— One nine one five! ' 15 CLASS EXECUTIVE J. E. Cross Miss J. E. Parkin S. Schultz Miss B. Megaffin W. E. Collins (Rep.) (Vice-Pi’es.) (Athletics) (Dramatics) (Debating) C. G. Lee Dr. Clark Miss E. Riley E. Ireland (Pres.) (Hon.Pres.) (Social) (Secretary) We came from far-off Europe, From old Ontario, From where o’er sunny wheatfields The western breezes blow ; From prairie and from woodland, From countries far and near, We came to be united To form the Fifteen year. LADIES’ BASKETBALL TEAM, INTER-CLASS CHAMPIONS Maurine Robb Edna Brandon Nellie Bundle Adelaide Anderson Jo. Parkin

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Q oir m A® Mew H®m® When there is a wedding the Theolog is usually right there. The wedding of Mr. ’Toba and Miss Wesley was no exception. Deep was our interest when at sundry corners of the prairie we read of the coming mar¬ riage. There was no “fine fat fee” in it for us, so we felt that it was “up to us” to make this newly married couple a present. And every Theolog. arrived in Winnipeg (and some of them fairly late, too) carry¬ ing gifts of varying sizes and shapes, but all bearing the same inscrip¬ tion —‘ ‘ Allegiance. ’ ’ Newly-married couples have much to learn, and sometimes their mis¬ taken use of food, ends in disaster. The use of flour and water for initia¬ tion purposes produced a violent attack of indigestion which required the prolonged attendance of three or four doctors. Even some of the Theologs were under the weather. However, we were soon convalescent and white-robed Theology made merry on Hallowe’en to the strains of such ragtime as “Blest be the tie that binds.” Even assistant pastors and presidents of theological societies cut loose sometimes. And we feel read proud of our Top Flat stunt at the Y. M. C. A. ’Ere many weeks had passed a shadow fell across the pathway of this new home. After days of excitement and hustle, of house-warming, of adding new furniture, of welcoming new guests, an epidemic broke out. One after another we succumbed to the fever. Not a day went by but some one fell before this dread scourge, till we were quick to recognize the symptoms. The patient wanted to be alone with his books; he want¬ ed to write essays; and in the acute stage he wanted to get other people’s notes; he had what the doctors called an enlargement of the examinum, or inflammation of the brain. For nearly a week the guests hung between life and death, till one morning near Christmas, the fever suddenly left us, the crisis was over, we were free. For the next ten days the convalescents were seeking rest and change, and somebody else, too, at the four corners of the Prairie. “The Eeverend (?) Mr. So-and-So” recounted his adventures in the new home, dwelling firstly on his long hours of toil, secondly on his excellent papers, and thirdly and lastly on his coming scholarship. But such days will end and soon the last meal has been eaten and the last k—s (excuse me, I mean handshake) given. The convalesce nts are back, each witnessing in the face of the other the ravages of his recent illness. A few had relapses, called by the doctors, supplementitis, or elongation of the examinum. But now we felt settled in our new home and our newly married friends decided to have a nice quiet dinner party with about 500 guests at some quiet spot—say the Fort Garry. And we nearly all went too, and we did not dance either! But, “horrible dictu,” some of us walked with fearsome tread the slippery floor of the ballroom. Father Chambers beamed words and smiles on the Toast List, and Arthur “Rose to the occasion.” Time will fail me to tell our doings—in Football, and Dramatics; in Oratory and Debate, in Elocution and in Gleam—are they not recorded by the one and only Mr. Ranns? Again our sunshine is clouded; the fever is upon us. With wearied frame, and tired brain, I solace myself with the thought that there are some of us that will never know this scourge again. And they are “some” graduating class, believe me! Some of the Grads, leave the home of the newly married couple with smiles, not unmindful of the kindly shelter of the past months but glad because they too are “a day’s march nearer home. ’ ’ A. W. I. Page 58