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

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THEOLOGY CLASS EXECUTIVE H. Whitley, 4th Viee-Pres. G. Gough, 3rd Vice-Pres. J. Needham, 2nd Vice-Pres. W. Irvine, 1st Vice-Pres. S. D. Chambers, President J. H. Hodges, Sec.,Treas Pace 59

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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

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Strange, uncertain rumors of the approaching celebration of the nuptial rites of Wesley and ’Toba reached the ears of Wesleyites and Manitobans scattered over the western plains during the summer of ’13. To the old students the former order of things had become endeared, particularly to members of the ’14 class. As these rumors resolved themselves into a semblance of truth, these grown-up children, with sad¬ dened hearts, bemoaned their unhappy fate. The consummation of these designs being effected, however, by the guardians of the unequally “yoked” pair, ere long they were called upon to celebrate the opening of United College. Meek and submissive, they obediently assembled, and swearing to uphold the new order of things, proceeded to lay their plans accordingly. For many long and tedious days, committee after committee framed constitution after constitution, until out of this confusion, order began to emerge. George Lee was made Stick, and the lately united body being divided into two, the invincible Argonauts under Wessels went out to do battle for that famous track cup against the dauntless Olym¬ pics, captained by Tom Fleming. “The Argo¬ nauts won the Golden Fleece,” though the narrow margin of half a point decided the victory. Of the ’14’s, Fleming with 7 points, Henry with 5%, Miller 4, Allan 3 4, Hanson 3, and Lee 3, came in for a large share of the glory, followed by a few lesser ’14 lights. Then, since the tumult and shouting of for¬ mer victorious days were lacking, Parliament decreed that this internecine strife should cease and that one indeed they should sta id in all their future struggles. Shortly came that mysterious day for the Freshies, when the savage Sophomores laid violent and undignified hands upon them, and with the experienced assistance of suitably garbed Seniors and Juniors, gave them their never-to-be-forgotten initiatory degree. When, after enduring with grim fortitude many trying ordeals, the spectral face of the Freshie emerged from the flour barrel, amid jubilant Senior shouts, no humbler specimen could be found. Many of those who most ably assisted them through their horrors had to pass through many searching examinations before their “brilliant ideas” were again per¬ mitted to enliven our cheerful College halls. Then, conspicuous among the many great features of the year, came the brilliant Hallowe ’en procession, which demonstrated to the city that those College “hoodlums” possess considerable originality and youthful exuberance. The • ' ‘ mighty men of valor ’ ’ among our num¬ bers were brought to the front before the procession ended. Herculean doings in the neighborhood of Brock and Kris sent a few of our crafty opponents home, sadder and wiser men. Spite of our efforts, the sweet and gentle bride, Geraldine, was rudely torn from the clinging embrace of her husband, and borne in haste from the scene of conflict. Touched by her piteous appeals, however, her abductors desisted from their avowed purpose of marrying her to a certain ‘ ‘ cullud gentleman. ’ ’ The versatile ’14 genius was later displayed upon the platform, when their turn came to entertain the crowd assembled in the Y.M.C.A. Ringing applause greeted the easy victory of McNeil’s Sizzling Slim over Austmann’s Peel Heel Pete; but this giant’s exultation was cut short by the “Dawk Hoss,” whose science and skill dazed the be¬ holders. After celebrations and investigations had been banqueted upon to the entire satisfaction of all, the Xmas, exams, were enjoyed (?) as a sort of brief interlude. As they settled to the hard grind, all were convinced that College would be a fairly decent place, minus study and regularly-recurring exams. This tribulation soon passed, and next came dreams of home—- mince pies and Xmas, cakes—one continual round of delight, limited only by the internal capacity—a dream in which “stack o’ dry” would sound like a voice from Hades. With increased avoirdupois, back they came—a few with A’s to dangle at their belts; several with modest B’s, and many with 2’s and 3’s; some who allowed their heels to be caught by the wave of destruction, just for variety’s sake, and to provide some little work among our illustrious bunch for the ice-man. During the Xmas, festivities there was one man whose face bore an unwonted gloom. Were we not to meet the star lawyer’s football eleven on January 10th, to decide the shield’s resting-place for the famous year ’14? Well might Percy spend sleepless (?) nights and —Ypany tr in ordGflls- Page 60