United Colleges - Vox Yearbook (Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada)

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By David Blostein I saw the Last Supper in King Edward park: In spickled amber by the elm twigs umbered Four clumps, sore lambs, unleavened humans slumbered, A querying flock; all brushed through one rough arc By Vinci’s into Bethlehem’s secret son; Who asked (.their one face darked in quivering shade): “He that betrays, to us who are betrayed — He that is many, to us who yet are one — Speak.” I saw a painted desert bear Glassed tombic towers; smoking pillars builded Of blood red brick and bone white marble, yielded The sands’ womb; hosts with inundated roar Flamed blackly forth; that echoed in one foul cry The voice of the twelfth apostle shrieking through the sky.

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JhjL ChdliJi andihsL QdoL By Pat Sinclair The King’s ball was a huge success. Everyone of any importance was there, the occasion being the unveiling of the King’s new portrait. And when the silken curtains were drawn back from the jewel- encrusted frame, all the great of the land stood before it and marvelled at the genius of the young Artist who had captured the King’s likeness in canvas. But the Artist was far too happy to notice their admit ation. He had been dancing all evening with the King’s daughter and had fallen in love with her. How lightly she danced on her silver-sandelled feet, and how softly the crystal lights turned her cheek to ivory. Her tender body was clasped in fair linens, and passion flowers bound her blue-black hair. Her mouth was a tremulous rose, redder than the pome¬ granate, and like the flaming convolvulus. “Will you love me forever?” cried the Artist, “And even when time has furrowed my brow, when I am bent and feeble, and my hand shakes with palsy?” “Even then will I love you,” said the King’s daughter, and she plucked a flower from her gar¬ land and put it next to his heart. But the next evening the King’s daughter danced with another, and the Artist wandered alone in the palace garden. “She said she would love me forever,” cried the Artist to a sympathetic nightingale. “Surely love is more beautiful than diamonds and more to be desired than emeralds; love burns more brightly than the glowing ruby, and is more alluring than pure amethysts. It is greater than Wisdom and surpasses Truth. But love is gone as the passing of a leaf; therefore I will devote my life to creating ‘THE BEAUTY THAT ENDURETH FOREVER’.” And so it came to pass that the young Artist travelled to the furthest corners of the Earth, pur¬ chasing the costliest of gems and the most precious and beautiful materials. Then he locked himself COMPLIMENTS OF . . . FORT CARRY Dyers and Cleaners Ltd. PHONE SUnset 3-7061 324 YOUNG in his studio for so long that the world thought him dead. The nightingale sang no more at his window for he was deaf to her song; nor did the gladsome roses bloom about his windowsill and shake their scarlet petals in the playful breezes, for he was blind to their beauty. And as he worked he fashioned a beautiful image. The face was that of an Angel and the marvellous body that of Adonis. His own Youth flushed the cold marble cheeks of the statue, and the gold of his hair stained the wonderful head. And when it was done he gave a great cry and fell adoring at the feet of the thing he had made; and as he lay there the Spirit of Death passed over the place. Now it so happened that day that the King and his followers, who were walking nearby, heard the strange cry, and upon entering the Artist’s room beheld a strange sight. Before them they beheld the statue of a young man of rare and wonderful beauty, and adoringly prostrate at his feet an old man of wrinkled and loathsome visage. And carved upon the marble pedestal was this inscription: “The Beauty That Endureth Forever.” Cries of admiration broke from the painted lips of the fashionable young men of the King’s court, for never before had they seen such a dazzling creature. “Truly, it is beautiful,” said the King, “but it has not the expression of true Art. It is not as precise as Science nor as lasting as Knowledge. It has not the depths of Wisdom nor the purity of Truth.” And he and his young followers left. Late that night Robbers crept into the silent rooms and stole the glowing jewels from the statue and made away with the tissued golden robes. And as the years passed by, the body and idol decayed together, for none would bury him who worshipped a foreign God. The Business College of Tomorrow— TODAY! In the Centre of Downtown Winnipeg DAY and EVENING CLASSES in CONTINUOUS SESSION Manitoba Commercial College 21