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

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indulge in mental visions of the wondrous gastronomic feats of our mighty stalwarts. Yet, whether because the lawyers similarly fell before the cravings of long-trained appetite, or because this dietetic system is all so much nonsense, the blue and white trampled the white and green beneath their feet, and the United College rang for the first time with the shouts of United victory. Contortionist Ben, and Tom with the Seven-League Boots; Oscar’s Dutch trot, Geordie’s head-on collisions, and Brock’s smooth glide and deadly accuracy; Percy’s merciless and unerring aim, and Bill who never missed while the girls applauded—each of these might provide the subject for a volume —but space fails. Brock’s hockey septette—though not champions—-kept disgrace at a safe distance, and Percy and Brock also added some further dis¬ tinction to the ’14 class by holding down places on the Winnipeg Hockey ' V ' lt wq lc Team. Repeated defeats in the inter-class series have, however, kept them very mod- ;st. The ’14 class is also proud of “Jerry’s” superior performances on the gym. floor, which helped considerably in assuring the safe arrival in our camp of the Inter-Colle¬ giate Basketball Trophy. When the time came for our genial class president to show his taste in providing social enjoyment, we found it scarcely ex¬ ceeded by his corporeal magnitude. The Amphitheatre was honored by the ’14 grace, wit and wisdom. Skating, dinner and dancing formed a splendidly varied trio. The unique distinction of our girls as skaters is recognized by everyone who can get there , early enough to get a band; the nectar and ambrosia of the gods have no attraction compared with the delights of a ’14 dinner, seasoned by the class wits; but, in any at¬ tempt to describe the last, metaphor and description fail—the climax is beyond our power. J. B. ’s was the only speech of the evening, a feature without which any ’14 party would be a complete failure. Jim had us, in a trice, wandering the wilds of Central America, and then again in a moment on the barren slopes of the Western States. Yes, Jim wandered farther than usual—and, besides, what a subject! The ’14 ladies! So few in numbers, but of such excellent quality! Who so unimpressionable as to spend four years of his youth ■under the influence of the sympathetic smiles and kindly words of our ’14 girls, and not feel the deepest affection (perhaps it is a strong word) for all—in some cases one particularly? Well, perhaps J. B. was endeavoring to illustrate the universality of the feminine charm and influence even upon such untamed specimens as our wandering Jim. In the early hours of the morning when 1 ‘ Auld Lang Syne ’ ’ was over, all felt so well satisfied with everything in general, and chaperones in particular, that even a two or three mile walk in the freezing morn¬ ing air could not chill their enthusiasm. Lest our wonderful doings in debating be forgotten, we modestly state that we did win one debate, when Thorsteinsson and Meckling proved to the Matrics. that Universal Disarmament is unfeasible. But the Seniors never win the championship, and far be it from us to break with such a worthy precedent. Then most of us firmly believe that the man who talks most is not always the wisest, as he who eats the most is not the fattest—witness G. S. B. • In this attempt at class history we must not omit that peculiar and unnatural mushroom growth of attraction between many of our dignified (!!) Seniors and some aspiring ’15 belles and Freshettes. This seems to have been a direct result in most cases of the Annual Dinner, which was in f all other re¬ spects a great dent, with noble memory is skil¬ fully commemorated elsewhere. The mandate to have our graduating pictures taken comes at last like the knell to undergraduate days. Dreams of the future fill our minds—its possibilities and opportunities—and a little sadness creeps in that the good old ’14 bunch will soon be scattered, to face the prob¬ lems of life in new spheres. For precious hours wasted and for meagre accomplishment we may have some regrets, yet in future years we shall always have the most pleasant reminiscences of the year ’14. J. A. S. G. Page 61

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