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

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Clfniversity Song to fffer Qraduates Go! I have pampered. You enough. I have shown you how Other men have lived and loved I have shown you what They have done and achieved In spite of fools . . . We have gone down Graecian halls And through Roman cities. I have dared you to point out fallacies In Shakespeare- Ancl prove them . . . We have entered the cathedral To hear Milton sing And Chaucer satirize. We have had tea with Addison And have lived with Walt Whitman-Lusty as Nature. I have shown you how Men feel and how they think and Why they do the terrible things They do. We have chatted with Plato And fought with Napoleon. Together we have taken. a Furtive glimpse at Einstein. But now- You must go! I cannot shelter you any longer. And protectively let you snuggle Up to my breast, I have tried to build Resistance and understanding in you: So that you will look upon man More kindly And try to forgive His manliness. And try to understand How bitter he must be, because He has failed to imitate God And how in his bitterness He creates new machines To kill and torture and enslave So that he may look at these Cold monsters and Swagger about as a Creator. -By A. C. GREEN Brains orr Boulder Dam The steel-clad switchboards, electrical brains for the two new 82,500 kilowatt generators for Boulder Dam are being built by Westinghouse. Two new water- wheel generators, also Westinghouse built, will supplement eight existing machines of identical rating, in addition to three smaller generators previously installed, and give Boulder Dam the Worlds largest concentration of electrical power. Constant propress in every field of elec- trical development has won for Westing- house the confidence and respect of all who buy or use electrical equipment in commerce, industry, transportation or the home. Westinghouse CANADIAN WESTINGHOUSE Co., LIMITED Head Office and Works: HAMILTON, ONT.

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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

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FIRST let me offer my sympathy to the undergraduates of the University Manitoba for the upsets and disturbances that war inevitably brings to a college campus. My own college work was interrupted by war and I know from experience how ditlicult it is to concentrate on normal work and activity when urgent and abnormal demands are being made on all sides. But this interruption is not wholly bad by any means. It makes for temporary difficulty but, if history repeats itself-and I believe in this particular instance that it will-our victory and its aftermath will bring with it a great stirring and ferment in the world which can be turned to good account, if we are wise enough to take advantage of it. I do not propose to elaborate this moral or to become any more senten- tious than I am now, but let me underline the obvious by saying that the world is going to be a fairly interesting place these next twenty or thirty years, and I wish the present generation of University of Manitoba students well in it. GEORGE V. FERGUSON, Honorary President, U.M.S.U. 24