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

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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

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Coal! fffome . . . by LONG DISTANCE TELEPHONE 7 P.M. and all day SUNDAY 2 455,-al Q. I i- ' - X ' 1, Ogx ITQQQBK .U of.'I.1.i!4vV KQQEQA MANITOBA TELEPHONE SYSTEM All Text Books THE Book Department is owned and operated by the Univer- sity to supply all textbooks re- quired. Whatever faculty or col- lege the student attends, he can obtain the required textbooks at the Book Department. PRICES-ALWAYS THE LOWEST Used Books Bought and Sold Special Orders given Fast Service University of Manitoba Book Department Three Stores: BROADWAY BUILDING - OSBORNE STREET ARTS BUILDING ---- FORT GARRY MEDICAL BUILDING IFa11 Termb give Roundels By HAROLD KARR Remember me when roses sway And glisten sunward bright with Mayg When moonlight casts a canopy Of silver on a sable seag When little children come to play. And, when your hair is turning grey, And peace and quiet make their way On tiptoe through your reverie, Remember me. And when you think on every day I spent with youg the sad and gay, The tearful partings, ecstacy You found within the arms of meg And aches that never go away, Remember me. HF bk Sk When lilacs bloomed, the gentle sway Of wind about each trembling spray, Was like a lonely loveris sighg And we, who listened passing by, Were moved, and sighed as much as they. And as we watched, through each bouquet An aria of love would play, And whisper us to silence shy, When lilacs bloomed. The lilacs have all passed away And you have too. And as I stray About my dreams, I fiercely cry HI love you so. ,-But here am Im, Alone, and thinking of a day When lilacs bloomed. all SF if The days are passed when we would go Down where the water-lilies grow, To watch the languid ripples play Beneath the bank on which we lay, And laugh and love and loiter so. The summer night, the soft moon-glow Upon your hair, and breathless low Murmurs of love in shadows grey. Those days are passed. My heart is breaking with the flow Of haunting dreams from long ago, When lip to longing lip would sway, And frantic ecstacy would stray About our heartsg and yet I know Those days are passed.