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

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LITEI A I Y THROUGHOUT the college year there appears on the features page of the Manitoban expres- sions of student thought and philosophy in the form of prose and poetry. On this page you can find various subjects dealt with by the eager and young student mind. Though some of it might appear nonsensical and foolish, a great part of it burns with deep emotion. All of it, we know, is sincere. So that in future years you may have the oppor- tunity to be again reminded of Manitoban student thought in 1941, we offer you on the following pages a few representative selections. Read them over once, or twice, then leave them for a while, read them over again and you will End that they have a new meaning for you. But, most of all, remember it is Manitoba, and you are part of it. Aubrey Green, the features page editor of the Manitoban has this to say: Sign offfze lima To find some common elements in the numer- ous and varied articles appearing on the features page is a difficult thing. For the articles are not written for a definite purpose or with a specific aim in end. The students, for the most part, have written the articles as a means of recreation and perhaps as a means of diversion. To inspire writ- ing with character, there must be a driving power and a visible end. But, in the articles and poems there are some reflections of our hectic life and materialistic out- look. We have noticed that even in the simplest poems there is some shadow of our youthful dejec- tion and cynical acceptance. In the very sim- plicity of the poetry we see the utter fear that one may be accused of escapism. The articles show that modern writings have greatly influenced the students. Sudden endings in short stories: surprise endings in articles and rough humor in satire all are evident. The poetry is devoid of l8th century padding. and has thrown off all shreds of illusive and hid- den meanings. The thoughts and feelings are clear, precise, simple and accurate. All in all, we have here a cross section of stu- dent Cand, consequently, modern youth? thought and emotional attitude. Taking the features page and the literary supplement, we can get a good View of this thought and attitude. There's a dan- gerous calm present. A calm acceptance of fate -sheer fatalisrn, which easily turns to negative response, Cynicism and disillusionment can be felt. The terrific impact of drastic events have Well left their mark . . . ENGINEERING OFFICE AND DRAFTING MATERIALS Blue Printing : Ozalto Reproductions : Hunter Copyists 2 Direct Reproductions The HUGHES OWEN CO. LTD. OFFICE PHONE 103 PRINCESS STREET BLUE PRINT PHONE 87 667 WINNIPEG 80 818 Also MONTREAL - TORONTO - OTTAWA 273

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FOUR POEMS ' f Wisdom crieth without-the Holy Book Speaks true. I walked alone. I heard her swell The skies with understanding, with the well Of understanclingg listen.ed as she shook The clouds with mercy, spilling through the night Her litanies. cascading through the throat Of darkness over moondust and the float Of stars, spilling wisdoms to my sight Spilling wisdoms on my heart. Sorrow! Sorrow! I forgot that Wisdom cries With Sorrow at her elbow: while my eyes Were wide with Wisdom, Sorrow crept inside. I love them both: both make life dear. My bride Is Wisdom and the badge I wear is Sorrow. U? E No song of bird to fill the throat of night, No breath of wind to shudder in the grass. Or sob in.to the leaves. Only the pass Of silent cloudsq the stir of stars: the slight Ascent of moon across the sea of pine, As if a yellow birch canoe were buoyed Upon the wash of sky. Only the void Of dark, and drifted scent of Columbine. Does not the lover wonder at the fall Of night, spraying a purple sky wlth stardust, Th.e lazy drift of moon, or careless thrust Of clouds across its breast: does he recall The ache of other moons and stars, and sigh And tremble at their nothingness as I? O atom, mighty atom, you become Stranger to God. How far will you prolong This idiotic unconcern? The strong Forever of the sun and moon are dumb. The dim extremities of unseen stars Are waiting, dumb. To think is to be free- The heathen plundering the legacy Shall laugh in Freedom's slaughter, and the scars Of chains shall multiply before her blood Be dry. It is for you to will how great The universe shall stand, to decorate Her name with glories, or with shame to flood Her countenance. O mighty atom, awake! Freedom is burning at a heathen stake! VL R 2 Soft lips on mine, soft lips on mine and sweet The night with brush of wind and breath of rose, Pale shadows trembling while the moonlight throws Delight about us, fumbling fingers meet And clasp in ecstasy, and wild you.r hair, The hushed night of your hair upon my face, Upon my eyes. A million raptures race About my heart, a million passions tear. What can the poet say of love: what can he tell Of lips and longings, when the swinging stars Shake clown their magic on our hearts, compel Our mind with mystic dreams? Who bears the scars Of ecstasy is dumb: what tho' he spill His foolish verses on the wide world's will. 274