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

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IN WINNIPEG ITS THE FREE PRESS EWSPAPERS hke c1t1es possess 1nd1x1dual and defimte characterlstlcs sprung not from chance alone but from years of serv1ce and close For nearly 70 years the Free Press has been the servant of Wmmpeg and the fam1l1es 1n 1ts homes Establlshed on the bed rock of servlce It has fought the battle of the people wlth the1r Welfare paramount Its columns have been clean 1ts fea tures Wholesome and 1tS adxert1s1ng standards hlgh The Wmmpeg Free Press enjoys the confidence of 1tS readers they know 1t strn es for accuracy 1n 1tS news columns for fearlessness IH 1ts ed1tor1als It IS the paper of the peoples cholce because It xeilects thelr own lnterests Wuiwm Ganmfafi Qaea!ul!V contact with the people whose interest they serve. n 1 ll 277

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ROYAL ALEXAN D RA HOTEL Winnipeg's Smart Meeting Place and Student's Social Centre ,A ,.,tx.. ,-'I XX ,f 5 - f , fi l. X if - L1.s,tu 43 M Nxt Egiijg! .- ,gg N N f fri 5 1'e- -A Qi' i , it it IEE it S. 'E te The popular choice for many gay student events. This distinctive hotel continues to provide ideal accommodation and faultless service for all forms of social activity in university life. - 3 Splendid ballrooms and lounges for dances or socials-intimate, comfortable dining rooms for private parties available subject to reservation. Saturday night supper dances are pop- ular weekly events of the Winter season. HUGH C. MACFARLANE, Resident Manager gffy fffome It is the little things that make My Home. Little things like the uneven tick of Several clocks through the night hush, The soft important striking of The oldest one there on the wall. The look of frosted windows, with the Tracery of some faded forest's ferns, and frozen stars. Silvered windows, and fresh curtains. Candlelight, and a peaceful quiet. A small dogis brown eyes and wagging tail, A white door, and a light at night, Smiles and laughter, tears, and, At times, uncertainty and a heartsick weariness. And yet through every day a confidence And a trust in each other . . . That is Home. That, and the memories of All childhood's dreams . . . faiths That have vanished like the morning mists. Trusts that have failed, And strong new hopes . . . a lifetime of Happiness, and of comracleships. Home is just the simple things, A family breathing in the night, And the creak of stairs, The knowing where to find things In the dark . . . Warmness, and familiar voices, Lights and shadows, singing, The scent of flowers and lavender, Laughter strangely distant . . . Home. -By DONNA MCRAE 276

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gfave ou 9 By DONNA MCRAE Have you ever felt the strain of leather, A breeze . . . and a new love of living in your Felt the movement of a gallant horse heart? Between your knees . . . Have you ever galloped in an ecstacy Of wind and flying hoofbeats Beside a rushing torrent, through pine trees? Have you ever climbed on horseback Up to the very mountain peaks . . . forded rivers Watched the sunset. between the two pricked ears Of a mountain horse? Have you ever felt the surge of life Through a good horse's heart . . . felt a lift And sudden impulse to a swifter life . . . Have you ever dreamed along at twilight Through a prairie haze, down a winding Old mud roadway leading straight towards the west? Ha ve you ever ridden in the moonlight Under silvered trees that look twice their height In the clear white light? Ridden under stars Through a blue-black night as soft as a velvet cloak. Have you ever sat on a horse high above The sun-drenched world, on a cliff jutting out from The mountain, just you, and the horse, and F Have you ever felt a soft quivering nose nuzzle In your hand . . . watched a wild horse plunge Against his master, man? Have you ever felt a long Neck curve under your hand, felt strides lengthen And new vigor surge . . . because the day was clea And the whole world a joy? Oh, if you havenft, you've missed life's greatest thing, Missed a thrill of comradeship only a horse can give. You missed a. chance to feel life pulsing wild Beneath you, and you've never known The thrill of holding exuberance. Controlled, at Your word . . . and you've never felt the heavenly Joy of wind tossing through your hair and Heard the drum of hoofs on the earth. I feel so sorry for you . . . For the creak of Saddle leather, and a day when all the world Is framed above a horseys tossing head Is the nearest thing to Heaven anyone can Know. N H. .at The Garry i- Just three Words, but how they make an invitation! Whether it's for a Saturday night supper dance, Sunday evening dinner, afternoon tea or some private party, . . . at The Garry means you'11 enjoy the good food and attentive service which have made this hotel justly famous. No fraternity or sorority banquet, dinner or dance- in fact no University function of any kind is too large or too small for The Garry. For complete information the 'phone number is 88 311. THE FCRT GARRY HOTEL 278