United Colleges - Vox Yearbook (Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada)

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vox 31 TRUTH Balade de Bon Conseyl Flee fro the prees, and dwell with sothfastnesse. Suffice unto thy good, though hit be smal; For hord hath hate, and climbing tikelnesse, Prees hath enuye, and wele blent overal; Savour no more than thee bihove shal; Werk wel thy-self, that other folk const rede; And trouthe shal delivere, hit is no drede. That thee is sent, receyve in buxomnesse, The wrastling for this worlde axeth a fal. Her nis non hoom, her nis but wildernesse: Forth, pilgrim, forth! Forth, beste, out of thy stall Know thy contree, look up, thank God ofal; Hold thy hye wey, and lat thy gost thee lede; And trouthe shal delivere, hit is no drede. —Explicit le Bon Counseill de G. Chaucer. Ah! Vanitas Vanitatum! Which of us is happy in this world? Which of us has his desire, or having it, is satisfied? —Thackeray’s “Vanity Fair.” So long as the mind of a man is in accord with the truth, the gods will hear him, though he do not pray. —-Japanese Proverb. It profits a man little to have read all the books in the world if he miss Life. “Others may sing of the wine and the wealth and the mirth, The portly presence of potentates goodly in girth,—- Mine be the dirt and the dross, the dust and the scum of the earth.” —Masefield. The history of the human race is the diary of a bear garden. -—-The Gentleman with a Duster. The line of least resistance is the line of greatest potential • achievement. The innocent moon that nothing does but shine, moves all the laboring surges of the world. All ambitions are lawful except those which climb upward on the miseries or credulities of mankind. Conrad.

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30 VOX and executives at Wesley and the University, and as a prominent member of English Club. In short, this is what Dot has done for her College and to know what she has achieved is just as great. She has been a good student and yet has missed very little of the friendly life. As to the future we know not, but we are certain it will be a success. The best of luck, Dot! —H.E., ’29. EDITH M. THOMPSON Her eyes—upon a summer’s day God ' s skies are not more blue than they; Her hair — you’ve seen a sunbeam bold Made up of just such threads of gold! Curiosity and an insatiable desire to find out for herself brought Ede to Wesley in 1924, from Souris. The Junior years saw Ede busy indeed. Tennis occupied her leisure moments, while eats committees, social and literary executive, debating (try and down her in an argument) took up her more serious moments. An earnest student, yet believing that all of life is not learned from books. Hockey intrigued her in her senior years. Where would the U.M.S.U. team have been without our goalie? She certainly had the knack of stopping ’em. A good sport as member of the Athletic Council and an enthusiastic supporter of all the teams, whether it be basketball, football, curling or hockey. An unlimited supply of energy and a firm believer in “Life is what you make it”! As Lady Stick, Edith held the position with poise and assur¬ ance, calm and collected whether making speeches or writing exami¬ nations. Her future is as yet undecided, but we wish her the best of luck. A sense of humor and a touch of mirth To Brighten up the shadowy spots of earth.” —B.B., ’28. “Whoever wakens on a day, happy to know and be, To enjoy the air, to love his kind, to labor to be free,— Already his enraptured soul lives in Eternity.” —Bliss Carman. Let me alive my pleasures have. All are Stoics in the grave.

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32 VOX By Kathleen W. McArthur Mr. Chairman, Ladies and Gentlemen: A famous Chinese proverb tell us, “A single ideograph is worth more than a thousand pieces of gold.” Occasions such as this verify the truth of the saying. It is one of the times when one searches in vain for the golden word that will give true expression to the unlanguaged thoughts that throng the mind, the phrases that are too poignant to be ‘‘stopped and fettered with words.” It is a relief to be assured on the good authority of A. C. Benson, in one of his attractive Essays, that the use of platitudes is not necessarily the mark of hopeless ignorance. “It is always a solemn moment in life when one can sincerely subscribe to a platitude. Platitudes are things which people of plain mind shout from the steps of the staircase of life as they ascend: to discover the truth of a platitude by experience means that we have climbed one step higher.” From the vantage point, therefore, of not one but many such steps higher in experience, the class of ’28 turns to announce that it, in its turn, has discovered the truth inherent in some common platitudes. One platitude that has suddenly acquired significance for us is that once again ‘‘the old order changeth, yielding place to new.” We, who have watched the class come and go, now realize with consternation that our time to go has come. Even now our four years’ sojourn here seems incredibly remote; we ourselves have no existence as a group except in the past, and only our class photograph remains as the wistful expression of our hope of immortality. Sometimes we cherish the thought that we shall be missed. It would be comforting to think that others would be made miserable by our going, but we have singularly little assurance on this point. More than one voice reminds us that it is not in the nature of things that we should be greatly missed— Twelve hundred million men are spread About this earth, and I and you, Wonder, when you and I are dead, What will those luckless millions do?’’ To the undergraduates belong the responsibilities we lay down; to us belongs, in theory at least, the earth and the fullness thereof. Our professors have left us with no delusions about the extent of our newly-acquired knowledge. Seldom in direct words, but often in far more significant ways they have suggested how much we have yet to know ‘‘in order to know how little we know.” They have opened to us door after door, revealing glimpses of far-stretching lands of opportunity and promise—delectable countries to which