University of Manitoba - Brown and Gold Yearbook (Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada)

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' So what if we missed a lecture, eh? Around the corner on two wheels Give the guy his pants back. They play Faust by ear The Junior Kindergarclen mired choir ready to bowl them over. Alright, alright . . . so what? Soup kitchen . . . come and get it! Home-Eccers make an interesting stucly. Well ain't that something! Warclle stews Diphyllobothriums. They bought a coke and three straws. Darwin was right . . . an Engineer proves it. Kitty Foyle is better than Chaucer. Thompson in the Alps. VII Coach BURBRIDGE-the man who put the glorious touch to A. B. C. activitiesmdisplayed his affinity to femininity with his Carnival Queen He had this favorite to tell me regarding a bride who during a stop-over at a skyscraper hotel on her honeymoon said she would slip out and do a little shopping when her husband felt slightly indisposed. In due time she returned and tripped blithely up to her room a little awed by the number oi doors that looked alike. But she was sure of her own and tapped gently on the panel, I'm back, honey! Let me in! she whispered. No answer . . . Honey, honey! It's Mabel! Let me in! There was silence for several seconds. Then a man's voice, cold and full of dignity, came from the other side of the door: Madam, this is not a beehive, it's a bawth-room.

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Make a date for me, too, Dick. Showing him the door in Stage Door. The Main attraction is alright, Lorne. The last treck. Minhinnick gets his diary. The Plumbers' Union, Local 313. And day is done-thank heavens! I could choke you . . . you . . . you . . 8 Pins. Jampol gargles and beats rhythm into many hearts. Change classes. One book-the rest is lunch. Rabbit skins on parade. VI Butch TINGLEY- Ah, those eyes! have brought the Womens Athletic Directorate and the Brown and Gold into some sort of a rela- tion. But apart from striking such a happy medium between the two otherwise remote sub-committees of the U. M. S. U., Butch has shown great leadership in putting her athletic choruses through their paces.

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Ah, sweet mystery of love! Gunnery school. Sir Walter Raleigh to the rescue. Jitterbug in rugby pants. Too bad itis only once a year! Playing truant again, or . Spring is in the Air. Well that's that. Punching the clock. Ladies and gentlemen, ahem . . One of Shepsie's dramatists. Line up for yer pouch feed. Brown and Gold staff. Alma mater. Modern version of leaning tower of Pzza. In this corner we have . . VIII Secretary GOW isn't the cute little blonde secretary prexy Hunter was boastmg about. Gow is U. M. S. U.'s brains . . , He's the guy that sees that everythings on the level . . . He sees to it that no wine bottles are found on copy boy Somme1'feld's desk, and that Fenny doesn't get too many postage stamps from the treasury. Gow's limericks are top notch -he once recited to me when I was clown and out- Don't worry if your job is small . . . And your rewards are few: Remember that the mighty oak . . . Was once a nut like you. A - A! X W .4 i .11 V A x 4 5 , ? 7l,.. N. 1? , l- :P I 5 ' :ZF X xy I N I, rr . - 'Q I . Tzu , ' 9 vnu!