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

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X X an . ala My .. aa c fl -iff wi f if likxgqajb Xi! Three girls and a lovelorn boy. Henderson and six empty coke bottles. Gimme the ice pack-wow-w-w. And so I sez to him fast like. Fifteen little chickadees. Me and my gal . . . Yowsahl Bear island beauties. Once every spring. Hillbillies Jamborie and a crock. Four of us against the world. Science Juniors learn to mia' lem. Let's sit this one out, Marge? IX Cupid SHEARER --United College U. M. S. U. Representative-has certainly shown that women have the ability to counsel weary male kuibblers. Besides being the official heart patcher-upper in that great family of Wesleyans, Alberta lent a helping hand to Union manoeuvres and sub-committee ventures.

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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!

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Five girls and a radio. Taking junior for a spin. 'l 4-in 1 A model T class. Look at the wee-wee minnows. Roller skates and some people. Mary Shearer. This is not a harem. The breacl line. It was a great fight, Clem. Toodle Wooclle Bugle Toocllers. The mayor agrees that University public relations are good. . I , I Library for the Juniors. The smelling salts-she's gonna faint. X Heare ye VOGEL happily raises pedigree chickens in his spare time, or when he's not pounding secret code on his Debating Union gavel. You'11 remember he was awarded a fair feminine fowl during the course of Varsity Varieties . . . for his untiring efforts in further- ing the cause of barnyard society. Which brings to memory the day when Garson was exhorting his hearers to Hee from the wrath to come. I warn you, he thundered, that there will be weeping, and wailing. and gnashing of teeth. At this moment an old lady in the audience stod up. Sir, she shouted, I have no teeth. Madam, returned Garson, wittily, Teeth will be provided. DE T TOM: a A ' X 'T ,mil -,. . n 5' 3 ,, 7 9 ?, Z r p It xshpwa ly, ' if lie ' 4 7 - f -, 6 rx V E , j'N,:, Al: Y 1' , .J X - J n 11:50 N