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CONTENTS
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Edi to rial ....,___________________________ 3
Politics in Loonland 5
Poems ._____________________________________________ 8
, After That, What? ~ .______________________ 9
Shawn O'Flaherty ---- .------- 11
Three Oak Trees ~ . 13
If I May ' .__ 15
Aspatia's Song -------------------------------c_---f------------- 16
Examinations By-Products ., 19
"The Art Of the Novel"-A Review 21
The Senior Stick's Page 23
Alumni Alumnaeque ...,- 29
Our Contributors 31
WESLEY COLLEGE, WINNIPEG
By Wm. Johnstone, Class '36
EDITORIAL
THIS magazine is the property of the students, and as such is
accountable to them for its actions. Thus, in view of certain
changes inaugurated with this number, some adequate explanation
is due.
The latest innovations are conceived as furthering the efforts of
previous editors, who have attempted to make this journal one in
which the higher aspirations of the literary and artistic students
within our walls might find expression. The change of paper, and
the set-up as a whole are attempts at creating a thing of beauty, as
well as a medium for the expression of student opinion. This num­ber,
and the two following are confined to thirty-two pages each,
with the hope that this space will prove adequate for the better class
materials, yet will make impossible the inclusion of things of
lesser value which, with greater space, might command attention.
This latter material is rejected only because it would go ill with
the type of publication we desire to establish, and will find its
true place in the last number which will take the form of a
year book.
We as University students are given opportunities afforded very
few. Therefore there ought to be some indication that we are using
these opportunities as it was intended we should.. Also we must
use the benefits we have received to aid the society which endowed
us with them. Vox can be the medium which will fulfil both these
requirements.
The present number is striving to meet these aims by publishing
articles whose theme and construction deserve consideration, a piece
of music, a frontispiece designed by a fellow student, some things
in lighter vein, the review of a good book, poetry, and summaries of
a few volumes to be found upon our library shelves.
It is the opinion of the present staff that a wider, finer field; a
field which should make this magazine more valuable to both those
within and those without, may be cultivated by a continued pursuit
of the present policy.
"Four-Square All-Round" H ~our..8quare :Jlll..!Round"
The obvious contradiction contained in the title is not the only
absurdity in the matter under discussion. There is the further
absurdity in the manner in which we accept the expression with­out
considering its implications. Of the two, the latter is probably
the more revealing and also the more to be condemned. There is
no great harm in accepting an apparently contradictory term, pro-
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viding we recognize the contradiction and know what it means. But
there is definitely harm in accepting an expression, contradictory
or otherwise, without considering its validity, and, worse still, in
using that term in the loose expression of an ideal about which
very little thought has actually been given.
It is not the first purpose of this editorial to condemn the ex­pression
and all it may stand for, in so many words; rather, the
intention is to test the validity of the use to which it is often put.
In the blind and general rush marking these days of modern de­mocracy
to produce wholesale lots of people "four-square all-round,"
the term is often loosely invoked as marking a standard to which
people must either-as the case may be-attain or submit. From
a simple slogan for the simple minds of boys and girls in church so­cieties
the term has been carried into every walk of life, including
our Universities.
In some respects this must be considered unfortunate. The
"four-square all-round" person is apt to make a very earnest and
a very honest citizen, it is true-but it is to be noted that a coun­try's
greatness depends on more than its number of earnest and
honest citizens. It is precisely because we have so many who are
simply earnest (though not always honest) citizens in our govern­ments
today that our country is not the power it might otherwise
be. The fact of the matter is that the "four square all-round" idea
does not tend to produce men and women of outstanding merit in
anything, because of its too rigorous insistence on producing people
of some sort of merit in everything. Our Universities, as a result,
throw off each year a bevy of very ordinary graduates.
The "greats" in history, with one or two possible exceptions,
have not been "four-square all-rounders." This statement holds
good from the ancient Greek civilization to the present day. All this
gibberish about the "four-fold development" in University life is
the most puerile cant imaginable. It is a pretty clear indication
of the average undergraduate mind, which-however much the
owner may have increased in stature and in favor with God and
men-is still in a very embryonic state itself. It is not the student
or his mind which is primarily at fault here, but rather the dis­tracting
influence of the "four-fold development." Doing and
dawdling, we lay waste our powers.
Does it offend the sense and the senses too much to suggest
that there is still a place in the world for the man who is not "four­square
all-round"? Would it be considered too sacriligious to imply
that it would be to the advantage of our University-and our coun­try-
if we were to produce a few people now and then who were
not of the accepted mould? The present condition makes for com­fort
but scarcely for achievement. Yet the comfort of achievement
is surely to be preferred to the discomfort of a comfortable posi­tion.
After all, it is a sorry army where all are in the ranks and
no one to command.
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POLITICS IN LOONLAND *
PHINEAS DRINKWATER IT WAS while we were walking down the streets of the capital
one day that 1 saw the strange phenomenon of a group of men
building a platform-affair out of planks which may have been
serviceable at one ;time but which now appeared to be wholly
unsuited for the task to which they were being applied. The tim­ber,
1 assure you, was positively rotten in places, and it was a
marvel to me how it held the nails. 1 was naturally curious at this
strange circumstance and remarked on it to the Admiral. He as­sured
me that the men who were building with this worn-out
material were perfectly sane and that they were preparing for a
game which was played every so often in Loonland and was very
popular with the people, who thronged to see it played. The game,
he said, was called Politics. (1 cannot begin to tell you how shocked
1 was at this information; yet the Admiral assured me that such
was the case.)
"But," 1 asked, and 1 am sure my amazement must have regis­tered
on my face, "surely you don't consider the very serious busi­ness
of governing your country as only a game?"
"Certainly not," was the reply. "The government of our country
is a very serious affair,and is always in the shrewdest of hands. It
is controlled by the business interests in whose interest the govern­ment
is run."
"But you just said that Politics was a game," 1 came back.
"And so it is," he said, "a glorious game. But not Government.
That's a very serious matter indeed."
"You seem to make a distinction," 1 said, "which, to say the
least, is rather difficult to grasp."
"On the contrary," was the reply, "it is all very plain. Govern­ment,
as 1 say, is a serious business, and we treat it as such. It is
very evident that it would be unwise to commit such a trust to the
common people, who are mostly unsuited for so grave a responsi­bility.
Yet, with the growth of democracy (for we are a democratic
country), we find it necessary to make certain concessions to the
popular mind. The greatest of these concessions is this game of
Politics. It has nothing to do with Government, but it amuses the
people and keeps their minds off the more serious business of life."
The bare-facedness of this explanation, 1 assure you, was in no
way mellowed by the manner in which it was told. My heart went
• From Adventures in Loon!and, by kind permission of the publishers. Doran Rayon.
Meighan & Co.
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out to these unfortunate people, deprived of that liberty which we,
as Canadians, hold our perpetual boast, and which, as our news­papers
say, is the boon of our national life.
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Had the planks greased
Howbeit, my curiosity being aroused, the Admiral went some­what
into the history of the game, at my special request. It seems
that when it was first instituted it was a comparatively simple affair
put on for the benefit of the king, who had certain of his friends
give a performance for his special delight whenever he saw fit. In
those days the game was of a much more serious nature than it has
since become, and the Admiral assured me, on the very best author­ity,
that it was not unknown in olden days for a player to lose his
head as a wager, if, in his performances, he chanced to displease
the king.
As time passed and the spirit of democracy prevailed among
the people, however, the game, which had at one time been played
to a royal and restricted audience for the highest 'Of stakes, became
a popular form of sport, until now, as the Admiral indicated, it was
second only to the great national pastime of Loonland, which is
known, in the vernacular, as "Passing-the-Buck," a game at which
Loonlanders are all very adept.
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The game, the Admiral said, as played originally, was very
simple in form and was more in the nature of an entertainment
than a sport. The king, who had certain players at his command,
would have them go through a song and dance in the royal palace
every once in a while to see how they did, and their ability, 1 feel
sure, must have been very marked, for it is recorded that the king
always called the tune, and often without previous rehearsal with
the players. They had no platform on which to perform in those
days, except a few planks which were supplied by the king, and
these were often of a rather nondescript nature and at times none
too safe. It is reported that the king sometimes had these planks
greased with the purpose of making footing difficult for the players,
(a rather stupid and childish procedure, 1 thought)-and then
laughed at their efforts to maintain an erect position, and promptly
beheaded them if they happened to slip. But this is probably no
more than conjecture, as 1 found nothing in the history books to
bear out the claim.
As the game evolved, it was taken from the royal palace and
became a sort of travelling show which toured the country for the
entertainment of the people. But the best performance was always
at the capital. It was here that the custom of building platforms
was inaugurated and, as the sport became more complicated and
more in the nature of a game, it was decided to form teams, each
with a Captain; and the competitive spirit was thus introduced.
At first there had been only two of these teams, each of which
went through its own act for popular approval, and the team catch­ing
the fancy of the multitude was declared to have won. More
recently the game had seen a further development, however, with
the introduction of no less than three new teams, but though, on
the whole, more difficult to follow, it had undoubtedly become in­creasingly
exciting as a result.
At the time of my contact with Loonland excitement was at
fever-heat as preparations were being made for one of these games.
Men of the various teams were busy building their platforms, and
it was a sight to behold. What 1 could not understand at the outset
was why they preferred for their platforms the rather useless planks
they seemed determined to use. The two oldest teams especially
had impossible material (1 learned from the Admiral that some of
their planks dated back to the last century), and although one of
them seemed to have a few new pieces of lumber on hand, these
appeared to me, as an onlooker, of exceptionally poor quality and
(Continued on page 24)
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WHITE POPLARS
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C"(,VHITE POPLARS guard my love:
When blight came
I could not trust my heart
To keep it safe;
And so I left it,
In a grove of poplars, burning white:
On each still night,
I hear the poplars sigh
To see it stir.
-G.H.
(?OULD I, with words,
Reveal what the defect of words
Must leave unexpressed,
I would be a poet.
-T.S.
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AFTER THAT, WHAT? AFTER THAT , WHAT?
GEO. M. MARSHALL
THIS is the day of the Economist and the Social Reformer.
Unless one has a scheme of monetary reform, a plan for the
distribution of goods, a "solution" of the unemployment problem,
or a scheme of taxation to propose, one courts the public ear in
vain. A premium is placed on such words as "practical," "feasible,"
"workable." The spirit of this day is uncongenial to the man or
woman who would speculate on the meaning of life, and man's
place in the universe. The chief end of man, so runs this popular
thinking, is to have three meals a day, a bed, a roof over his head,
and spending money.
Please don't misunderstand me. I am not decrying the concern
manifested in the social wrongs of today, and the desire to right
these wrongs. I am as acutely conscious as anyone of the injustices
and inequalities in the world about me, and as anxious that these
abuses be done away with. I do object, however, to the rather
naive belief of many of us that the Economist and the Social Re­former
can legislate the New Society into existence. And I object
to the implication in much of modern thinking that an equitable
distribution of the physical necessities of life-food, clothing, hous­ing
and such-will cure all of man's grievances. The cause of modern
dissatisfaction goes much deeper than the physical level. Mr. R. H.
Tawney, one of the most realistic of writers on social and economic
problems, has suggested this. He says:
"It is not because modern industrial civilization plunges
men in poverty that the conscience of an increasing part of
mankind is in revolt against it; for as a matter of fact it has
brought to even the poorest of them a degree of comfort un­known
in the past. The source of their discontent is not
economic but spiritual. It is that they feel that the system
under which they live and which, as individuals, they cannot
change, confronts them in the daily relations of the factory, the
counting-house, and the market-place with principles sharply
contrasted with those which they have been taught to accept as
the criteria of their personal life."
It is as true to say that man is a spiritual being as to say that
he is an animal, and we will more closely hit the truth if we say
that the salvation of society is dependent ultimately on the poet,
the artist and the preacher, and but mediately on the economist
and the social reformer.
"Change the environment, and man will be happy," your social
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reformer would aver. But an examination of this discloses the
underlying fallacy. If one had but to change the environment, then
the soldier in the front line, who succumbs to the pleadings of the
coward self within to desert, since he is in a completely different
environment five miles back of the danger zone, is a happy man.
Is this so? Rather, shall we not say that the environment of man
is composed of elements both within the individual and without,
and that this soldier could not truly enjoy happiness until he had
reconciled the conflicting emotions within him. Similarly a change
in the outward structure of society, needful as that might be, will
not wholly solve the problem.
The writer was one of a fire-side group of University graduates
recently, and one of the group interrupted a speaker who was pre­senting
the case for one form of social and economic organization,
with the words:
"But where do I come in? I've got all these things you
seem to feel are most important. I have never wanted for
money, I have clothes, a good home, no feeling of insecurity.
Yet I haven't realized myself. I'm not satisfied with myself or
anything else. When you get everyone to where I am. so far
as food and shelter goes, and that is your main thought,-after
that, what?"
"After that, what?" is indeed the question. Many of the readers
of Vox will be in a position not greatly dissimilar from that of this
graduate, and they can answer for themselves if their compara­tively
comfortable mode of living has made them satisfied with
life and with themselves.
Criticism has often been levelled at the Church on the grounds
that it has fed a man's soul and left his body to starve; but what
shall we say of much of modern thought which is content to look
upon man as an animal to be fed, clothed, and housed? My whole
plea is that we recognize that the physical necessities of life are
means and not ends. We must work, and think, and plan to rid
society of its manifest defects, but our activity and thought must
be conditioned by a desire to serve the whole man, and not stop
at giving him those conveniences we deem necessary for our do­mestic
animals.
At the present time we are confusing means with ends, but
the time may yet come, when the world will take a saner view of
mankind, and at that future time, the ,pseudo-social-reformer will
be detected for the impractical person that he is, and the world
will see in the poet, the artist and ;the preacher, in a very true
sense, the most practical of all the voices speaking to it.
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~~ ••••••• SHAWN O'FLAHERTY •••••••I ••••••••••••••••••I ••I •••••••••••••••• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • That illustrious son of Old Wesley, now doing post-graduate
work at Woose College, University of MacFecklestonehaugh,
sends this letter to the Editor:
MacFecklestonehaugh, October 29.
My Dear Tub.
The curse of necessity is an ill thing, and for a graduate to be
cursed thereby is a sad state of affairs. He is a cruel taskmaster
who would flog his steed that has done his day's work and condemn
the poor animal to more. It is a hard life to be condemned for ever
to be writing to a man like yourself, for I am pressed by a double
necessity that has you on the one hand cajoling and swearing for
news and on the other the everlasting slowness of events so that
there is nothing worth writing about.
I would not have you to understand that there is nothing ever
happens at Woose, now, for I saw a bright-colored thing the other
day come strutting along till I felt I must be back at Wesley awhile,
for I was sure it was the English Department itself. But it was
another bird this time, and not half so good.
"Good morning, my fine-feathered friend,"
said I, when it had approached. But it didn't
even open its beak, so I knew I had made a
mistake.
They are not at all an original or imagin­ative
people that attend this institution of
learning, as a man might suppose, but they
have a brave college yell which is exceptional­ly
good and might well serve as an inspiration
for brighter things in U.C. It goes altogether
like this:
Woose! Woose!
Woose-Woose-Woose!
Woose-Woose! Woose-Woose!
Woose-Woose-Woose!
W-O-O-S-E, Woose!
(Continued on page 18)
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Our Honorary Chairman Ql)ur 1!1nunrnry Qt!1nirmnu
H. W. HUTCHINSON
SELECTED to fill the vacancy created by the death of Thomas
Nixon in 1904, Mr. Hutchinson has been since that time an active
member of the Board of Directors of Wesley College. When condi­tions
during the war depleted the finances of the College, he was
chosen Treasurer, in 1915, because of his knowledge of finance and
his organizing ability. In this capacity he served until he was
appointed Honorary Chairman in 1934 as a recognition of his ex­tended
and valuable work.
In Winnipeg since 1882 he has been connected in executive and
directive positions with many large financial, mercantile and manu­facturing
organizations, such as the Dominion Bank, Western Gro­cers,
John Deere Plow Co., and Sawyer-Massey Co.
Among other interests he gave direction for some time to the
Community Chest in Winnipeg. For many years he was an active
member of Grace Church. He is a charter member of Broadway
Methodist Church and still considers the welfare of St. Stephen's­Broadway
United Church one of his outstanding interests.
Will Mr. Hutchinson accept our appreciation of his work and
allow us to wish him many years during which he may still direct
his varied interests among which, we trust, the College will not be
the least.
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THREE OAK TREES
GWEN. HENDERSON
"For what are the woods without naisi and the sea-shore?"-J.M.S.
THIS time I am thoroughly gored on the horns of a dilemma. I
am driven to choose between two betrayals. Either I must
admit that my infallible, incorruptible J.M.S.t didn't know what
he was talking about, or must knavishly betray my feminine vanity
and confess that the young men with whom I have made moonlight
walks have been anything but Naisisf. My conscious mind compels
me to accept the latter alternative.
You see they all wanted to talk about Social Credit, or discuss
the place of the "culchawed" group in the community, or boast
about their golf scores, or clutch me so tightly that I could preserve
only one eye to see, and one ear to listen. Some of them whistled
lustily: some even sang. I suppose I chimed in for the chorus. I
can't remember. One particularly long-legged individual casually
assumed that I could and would keep step with him, while he paced
along in the "meditation walk." You have all witnessed it at Spring
Camp: hands clasped behind back; neck thrust forward; toes turned
out and heels turned in. By dint of hopping, skipping and jumping,
I managed to keep on the same walk that he was taking, but for
all I saw or heard, I might just as well have been setting a world's
record for the 440. After that I decided to leave the Naisis at home.
Anyway the last Naisi had been most inconsiderate; he had
damaged my feelings to such an extent that moonlight looked
grey instead of silver; so off I went alone to secure about my loins
the last few dead leaves of a self-esteem.
The moonlight was grey that night, grey and soft and soothing,
and the woods were so quiet that I could tell when the wind was
blowing on a crackly old oak leaf, and when it was making a soft
pennant out of a heart-shaped basswood leaf. If there is any tree
which is feminine it is assuredly the basswood. Tonight I called
her Deirdre, and complimented her on her smooth white bosom.
But there was no solace here in spite of the stillness and the
softness; a squirrel dashed out of my way with the footsteps of an
elephant, and all the filmy greyness and the soft leaf-noises only
increased my misery, until my gorge rose in imminent physical
sickness.
What I needed was company; so along the path I fled, down
t J.M.S.• John M. Synge, Irish Dramatist.
:t: Naisi, a character in J. M. Synge's "Deirdre of the Sorrows."
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and up the gully, across the bridge, and there they were! My three
old oak trees (two of which are maples), outlined hard and black
against the moon-grey world They didn't have a leaf among them
and they were too old and stiff to bow and whisper in the light
wind. How I delighted in their nakedness, gloried in their stark
unbending misery! The moon didn't shine on those old oak trees,
though it made the basswood glow like the eyes of a woman looking
upon her lover, and the poplar burn white in a spectral ecstasy.
It cast a soft film inver every other tree in the world, in my world,
but these three stood grim, gaunt, piercing, impervious to the
blandishments of the moon.
I have seen them in summer and in winter, in rain and in snow,
by sunlight, starlight and moonlight, and they have always been
the same, leafless, soundless, resisting the seasons with their fickle
gifts, and always preserving an austere, ascetic beauty of line. They
are ancient idols of mine, and many of my troubles have graves
about their roots, as this last one has.
Having borrowed some of the resistance, the imperviousness
of the oak trees, I went back home and it wasn't long before I could
think of soft things such as twilight and moonlight, and the woman
basswood tree and Naisis (inconsiderate and otherwise), without
perceptible nausea.
OUR FRONTISPIECE
This issue of Vox publishes as frontispiece a pen sketch of the
College by Wm. Johnstone of Class '36. In our endeavor to make
this magazine, in its totality, an expression of student talent, we
appreciate this fine contribution by Mr. Johnstone. No doubt there
is considerable talent among the students in artistic work and con­tributions
for further issues are requested. Mr. Johnstone is to be
complimented on his drawing and it is to be hoped that future
issues will contain more of his work.
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IF I MAY PARNASSUS BOLESLAVSKY, RICHARD BOLESLAVSKY, RICHARD-very useful book for the amateur actor. It is gayly written and
practical.
BROWN, L. F.-First Earl of Shaftesbury, 1933-This is an at­tempt
at an impartial picture of that villain, chameleon" superman
or gentleman, depending upon your point of view. The work
entailed much study in source material. It was published under
the auspices of the American Historical Society.
DOLMAN, JOHN-The Art of Play Production, 1928-An out­standing
book on play production, written by a well-known pro­ducer.
It deals with the historical, aesthetic and psychological as
well as the practical side of the subject.
HOBHOUSE, CHRISTOPHER-Charles James Fox, 1934-Fox, the
great radical of the 18th century is pictured with all his charac­teristic
vividness and vigor. It is an impartial study of a man either
dearly loved or violently hated.
INNIS, H. A. and PLUMTRE, A. F. W. ed.-The Canadian Economy
and Its Problems, 1934-The book is the only one of its kind yet
written about Canadian financial problems. It deals with the fluctu­ations
in demand for raw materials and the adverse effect of high
tariffs.
SETON-WATSON, R. W.-Disraeli, Gladstone and the Eastern
Question, a Study in Diplomacy and Party Politics, 1935-During
the 1870's Britain was aroused to a high pitch over the Eastern
question. The author tries to keep the five great figures, Disraeli,
Gladstone, Derby, Salisbury and the Queen in their proper per­spective.
Mr. Seton-Watson was greatly aided by a study of the
secret papers of the Russian and British governments.
VINING, CHARLES-Bigwigs by R. J.L. (pseud.) 1935; illustrated
by Ivan Glassco, 1935. Canadians Wise and Otherwise. An amusing
but not very instructive book on Canadian politicians. The cari­catures
are good, the sketches caustic.
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SHAWN O'FLAHERTY SHAWN Q/FLAHERTY
(Continued from page 11)
It was written by a member of the English Department whose
command of the language is a by-word in the halls.
With respect to rules and regulations (although, as you know,
I never did respect them as I ought), they have one very good law
here which I admire very much: to the effect that men who lecture
in History can not drive a car. Of course, I have suspected this for
a number of years, but it is reassuring to see it in black-and-white.
It bears out a theory I have long held in mind.
As for myself, I am getting along very well, and am likely to
have a respectable bill before my landlady finds out what a truly
fickle Canadian I am and not an honest Scotsman at all as she, in her
brosaic way, has at present been led to suppose.
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EXAMINATIONS BY-PRODUCTS
POSSIBLY no field is more productive of the vagaries of mind
and pen than the written work of high school and college
students. The compilation which follows comprises the random
gatherings of several years. Many of the quotations are the work
of Wesley College students. They are unprotected by copyrights,
and have, until now, been withheld from publication.
One reason why history is so difficult a subject for some stu­dents
is that historical personages refuse to remain in the centuries
into which they are born. A youth from West Kildonan informs us
(the brackets are ours) that "Nelson (died 1805) won great fame
when he came upon the Spanish Armada (1588); he helped to get
Gibraltar (1704)." Another student, hidden behind the anonymity
of a departmental examination, writes that "Cromwell, (d. 1658)
defeated John (d. 1216) at the battle of Crecy (1346)." It is not gen­erally
known that submarines were used against the Armada, but
we are told that "The lighter English ships could move rapidly
around and under the Spanish ships." A curious procedure prevailed
in mediaeval England in respect to knighthood. "Before becoming
a knight, a man had to serve under a barn for several years." A
resident of Norwood was impressed by the remarkable vision of
Julius Caesar. "Caesar," he says, "saw the white mountains of
Wales across the channel." A Wesley student, now a teacher,
thought there was justification for the intensity of popular feeling
against the Stuarts. "The great fault with the Stuarts was their
thriftless ways, even though they were Scotch .... Parliament and
people were foaming at the mouth." A Wesley co-ed, now the wife
of a Winnipeg doctor, has robbed Genoa of the honor brought to it
in 1492, in discovering that "British Columbia discovered America."
The extent to which bad spelling has altered the facts of his­tory
is indeed surprising.· Here are a few examples: "The Hindu
looked on the cow as scared, and the pig as unclean." "Persons
were not to be condemned without being fairly tired." "The Spanish
sent out their Invisible Armada." "Drake circumcised the world."
"Wolf Tone organized a society of untied Irishmen."
Dryden would probably refuse to accept the revisions which
certain grade twelve students made of his "Alexander's Feast,"­e.
g., "Timotheus struck his liar," "Thrice he slay the slewn." From a
Winnipeg student we learn that Westminster Abbey is becoming
an international shrine, and the poets' corner is no longer reserved
exclusively for poets, for "Macaulay's body lies near that of Edison
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in the poets' corner in Westminster Abbey." A local co-ed offers
this warning to the over-devout, "More wrongs are wrought by
prayer than this world dreams of." And how modern and unro­mantic
Shelley was is revealed by a maiden from Vita, Manitoba,
who asserts that "he was educated at Eaton's."
But it is in the biological realm that the most interesting and
startling revelations are made. A piscatorial specialist tells us how
stubborn fish really are. "A fish will never live in a place where
there is no water." He claims, moreover, that "A crayfish is a
reprobate." A poultry expert has discovered that "A hen should be
set three weeks before the chickens come out," and that "The duck
uses its webbed feet for pushing the water back.". And Dr. Speechly
isn't the only person who has been prying into the private life of the
mosquito, for we are told that "After the female mosquito emerges
from her cocoon she has a gay time for a few weeks," and that, later,
"Mosquitoes flyaway to continue the work of their parents." More­over,
this insect seems to have an interest in grammar, for "The pupa
eats the small participles in the water." Western farmers will be
ready to believe that "The grasshopper has ten means of locomo­tion,
four wings and six legs."
Possibly the student who dropped the "h" out of the following
statement is a Cockney. However, the description is an accurate one.
"The gopher's tail is short and busy." A zoological connection be­tween
Canada and Australia has been discovered in the fact that
"the pocket gopher has a pouch in which it carries i~s young."
To Prof. V. W. Jackson, of the University of Manitoba, is directed
a complaint and a demand by a Manitoba grade ten student. Be­lieving
that Prof. Jackson was responsible for placing on the exam­ination
paper a question on the viscera of the gopher, this irate young
lady addresses him thus: "Mr. Jackson, we have no time in school
to take a gopher apart, and we do not want to make a slatter house
from our school room. Next time put more better question on."
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"THE ART OF THE NOVEL"
GERTRUDE PARSONS
PROFESSOR Pelham Edgar, of the University of Toronto, has
written a book on what appears at first sight to be a dry, tech­nical
subject. Unlike most reference books, you neither plough
through it nor skim over it: you enjoy it. It is the student's dream
of a painless yet effective and interesting way of gathering material.
The book treats the history of the novel from 1700 to 1933, the
year of its publication. It is not a "history" in the formal sense, but
a series of essays which may be read separately, and is provided
with a surprisingly full and handy appendix of concise biographies,
lists of author's works, and reviews dealing with them.
As intimated in the title, Professor Edgar gets down to the basic
principles of novel writing. Part One explains them, and affords an
interesting peek into the difficulties that confront the novelist and
the expedients to which he resorts. In Part Two this study is ex­panded
and particularized by a consideration of how individual
authors meet these pitfalls-where they fall into them and where
they avoid them.
The dominent theory of the book is that the novelist achieves
his most pleasing effects when he completely loses his own identity
in the world he creates. "His world must be a self-supporting world
poised on its own axis, and any rude tilting will reverse the poles of
our imagination. His characters should bear their own credentials,
and if their creator cuffs their ears and berates them as Thackeray
inclines to do, their errant behavior is less plausible, and we feel that
they are defrauded of the right to speak and act for themselves."
There is a noteworthy difference between the treatment of
eighteenth and nineteenth century writers and those of the twen­tieth.
The critic studies the former in a sympathetic manner, im­partially
and analytically assigning merits and demerits. Coming
to contemporary work he is obviously facing a difficult problem.
The Realism which closed the nineteenth century has grown into a
revolution in literary trends, featuring the psycho-analysis inherited
from George Eliot and exaggerated into the stark realism of James
Joyce. Add to this the "stream of consciousness" school, the animal
frankness of Dreiser, and Sinclair Lewis's search for the "American"
novel, and the result is such an upheaval of accepted standards that
the critics are at a loss to find their bearings.
Professor Edgar applies the only standard possible-that of com­mon
sense and experience. He treats the subject in a broad-minded
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fashion, and slyly challenges the prudes to justify their stand against
the evidence of life itself. Although he shakes a warning finger at
extremes, he seems to relish the experiments and to reserve judg­ment.
What he does do, with striking effect, is to arouse the reader's
curiosity about the latest novelist, and to demand fair judgment for
them.
As a critic, Professor Edgar is commendably unprejudiced. A
glimpse of his viewpoint appears in the chapter on Dickens: "He was
one of the anomalies of literature who would seem to have pro­duced
a great result by defective means, and if that is true he is a
standing menace to the academic critic who would be well advised
before dismissing him to revive his own faltering sense of humor."
He is eclectic. He cites the best French critics freely. An extra­ordinary
example is the insertion of a long passage from Lemaitre's
"Les Contemporains," from which he takes a penetrating article on
Emile Zola and applies it directly to the American realist Dreiser.
The work is well illustrated with passages from the novels in ques­tion,
which are likely to entice the reader to a further perusal of
the novels.
The style is pleasing in its sparkling informality. "May I be
permitted here to break through this too scientific reserve, and in­dulge
in harmless prophecy? If another incarnation brings me back
to earth two hundred years hence, I shall promptly ask my book­seller
for 'The Old Wives' Tale.' He will not have it in his front
window, but he will have it on his shelves; and as he hands it to me
he will say: 'What grand novels those old Edwardians wrote.'''
Whether from mounting enthusiasm or as a clever device for
effect, the author gives his style a more informal tone as he turns
to twentieth century writers; and as he stands back to be amused
by some of their experiments he slips in some delicious bits of
humor. Speaking of the danger in portraits of contemporary figures,
he says, "Disraeli's novels, of course, were stuffed with portraits, but
they were only of politicians." He has doubts about Somerset Maug­ham's
use of this type of portrait, but he is unwilling to commit him­self
too far: "The offended individual has always recourse to the
courts of law, and if he fears that a libel action will proclaim the
fact that he recognizes himself in the portrait, he still has two arms
with fists at the end of them and the author has a negotiable face."
I thoroughly enjoyed "The Art of the Novel." Its meaty criticisms
of eighteenth and nineteenth century novelists are excellent, and it
makes a fine spring-board for a plunge into the pool of contemporary
thought.
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THE SENIOR STICK'S PAGE
F. S. WESTWOOD
IT has become almost an unwritten tradition that the Senior Stick,
in addressing himself to his fellow-students, should challenge
them to more earnest devotion to the ideals of the United Colleges.
I take this as my theme, however, not under the compulsion of tradi­tion,
but because of a deep desire that this student generation may
prove itself worthy of the name of United Colleges.
"What principles must we as students uphold?" one might ask.
Opinions will vary, but as I have studied within these halls during .
the past two years, and have come into contact with the student
body and members of the faculty, certain convictions have inspired
me.
As we rush from lecture to lecture, we must be conscious of the
fact that we are young men and women here for a purpose. I believe
that I am true to the thinking of the members of the Faculty when
I say that they look for a poise, a self-mastery, a self-direction in
our lives. In a very true sense every person is self-taught, and unless
we students are ready to recognize and accept the implications of
this, our place is not in a university. It seems to me that the United
Colleges have ever been anxious to present to their students a con­ception
of education as having to do with the whole person and not
his intellect alone. The members of the Faculty, if I read them
aright, are more concerned that you and I develop in understanding
and appreciation than that we should acquire a body of knowledge.
The series of lectures being delivered this year on the theme of
"Education and Life" are indicative of this fact. But we as students
in a distracted world that calls for leadership, must still demand
more of the real man in our professors and secure from them their
convictions which are so vital to us.
We must be honest with ourselves; we must be prepared to find
a definite way. Education is as broad as life, and we who are students
are not merely studying history, philosophy and mathematics, we
are preparing for life itself. What are you and I planning to give to
a world that demands action from Universities which are apparently
encumbered with apathy? We must be prepared to impart not only
wisdom and understanding, but Life's great principle, "Our most
valuable possessions are those which can be shared without lessen­ing,
those which, when shared, multiply. Our least valuable pos­sessions
are those which, when divided, are diminished."
Let us progress-from the Collegiate to Theology, a new Uni­versity-
a new life-a College which has in its vanguard an army
strong in conviction and forethought, a troop of young men and
young women pushing tirelessly onward. The world needs us, are
we ready?
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POLITICS IN LOONLAND
(Continued from page 7)
not well-seasoned in the least. Nor did this team appear particularly
anxious to use these new planks, for I observed they were still
lying about on the day I left. On the other hand, one of the newer
teams had a huge quantity of new timber, but it was mostly pretty
thin stuff, and warped in places, so that they seemed to be having
some difficulty in getting the planks to fit. I asked the Admiral
about the apparent stupidity of all this, but he said it was all part
of the game. It would never do, he said, for any of the teams to
have good planks on which to perform,as that was the attraction
of the game. What the people wanted to see was the players per­forming
on a precarious platform. That, he said, was where lay
the appeal. And truly it was a marvel the things some players
could do on the most insecure planks.
But of the many intricacies of the game it is impossible to write
here. I can cite but a few to show on what terms the contest is
staged.
As we were strolling down the street one day, I was amazed to
see a member of one team steal a plank from the platform of an­other,
and was about to make after this man and remonstrate with
him, when I was restrained by the Admiral. "It's all part of the
game," he said. "Some players become very apt at that sort of
thing. The last team which was formed, under Mr. Snevets, hadn't
a plank to its name at the start. Now it has many of the thin planks
that formerly belonged to the team captained by Mr. Throwsdew,
and a number of others besides. There are many cracks in Mr.
Snevets' platform, as you will notice, but he thinks people don't
know. He was formerly a member of the team captained by Mr.
Tenneb, but he and his captain "fell out" one day, and Mr. Snevets
fell on his left side and I am afraid dt has affected his sight. He
can't see things the way he used to any more." And the Admiral
sighed with the expression of one who was extremely sorry for
poor Mr. Snevets, but was unable to better his unfortunate case.
Another sight which I shall not soon forget was that of 'a round
little man who kept hopping about on the ground, calling on the
people to listen to him, and trying to persuade them that he had
a platform on which to perform, although it was perfectly obvious
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that he hadn't a plank to his name. He seemed greatly excited, and
there was a group of people around him apparently as excited as
he. He danced .around so much that he never seemed to have his
feet on the ground at all. Every so oftenhe picked up a hammer
which he had at hand and went through the motions as of one
hitting a very large nail. But there was no nail there, as anyone
could see.
Someone seemed to point this out to him finally, for he seemed
greatly perplexed. But a day or so later, as I passed that way with
the Admiral and Baker, I could perceive that he had a very fair
platform which seemed to be exciting the curiosity of many of the
people. On closer inspection, however, I observed that this plat­form
was in reality a very flimsy affair, apparently more for show
than for anything else. The posts which supported it were of some
cardboard-like substance, while the floor itself (although it sounds
most incredible) was of paper. And yet it had a very imposing effect.
"Surely," I said to the Admiral, "that is a rather cheap and
useless fabric on which to expect anyone to perform?"
"On the surface it might seem so, perhaps," he said, "but in
reality it is neither cheap nor useless. The paper which you see
represents a great deal of money. It is not money, but represents
money. I could make a pun about that by saying it is hard to credit,
but you might not understand. As for its .utility-you can see for
yourself that there are players performing on it now, and it doesn't
give way."
"But it sags dangerously in places," I observed, "and I cannot
think that it won't soon collapse."
"That is the opinion of many besides yourself," he replied. "But
it seems to be giving the people a thrill while it lasts. The man
who dances around there is Mr. Aberstag. He is the captain of the
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team whose players are performing and hails from the West. You
will notice he does not get on the platform himself, but runs around
patching up holes and rents that occur as the performance goes
on." And from what I could see in the brief period of my observa­tion
Mr. Aberstag was a very busy little man.
"But what makes the paper out of which this platform is built
so expensive?" I asked, after a pause. "Would it not be better to
get some really substantial material when so much money is being
expended?"
"I am afraid you don't understand," was the reply. "The paper
is not really expensive. If you will notice, the platform is made up
of many small slips, all woven together into a whole. Each of these
slips represents two hundred kupos,"(about twenty-five dollars in
Canadian currency) "and yet it is not two hundred kupos. As I
say, it is not money, but represents money."
"But how can it represent money without being money?" I
asked, in amaze.
"That," said the Admiral, "is Mr. Aberstag's secret. It has ex­cited
the curiosity of more than yourself. His will be the most
spectacular victory in the history of the game, if his platform
doesn't collapse. The mob will get the thrill of its life."
I assure you, Sir, I was far from applauding the Admiral's
description of this outlandish game. Indeed, the ludicrous effect of
the entire situation was beginning to be a strain on my nerves.
When I thought of the earnest,open-handed politics of my own
land, and how the people participated in the government of the
country through them, I could scarcely credit my senses that I was
seeing and hearing aright. More than once I had Baker pinch me
to see if I were dreaming, but no! the result was painfully real. I
could feel that if I tarried much longer I would be tempted to make
a scene by denouncing the entire proceeding asthe fraud I knew
it to be. I looked at Baker but he seemed lost in a daze. I turned
to the Admiral and asked if he would conduct me back to his suite.
It was while we were on our way to his hotel that I saw the
party of men of whom I must make mention before I am through.
These men had their eyes curiously set in their heads, so that they
appeared to be looking down as they walked instead of straight
ahead, as one would naturally expect. It was one of the most un­nerving
sights I have ever beheld. I imagine I must have shown
my surprise at this spectacle, for the Admiral, without any word­prompting
on my part, began to explain.
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"These men represent a peculiar breed in our country," he
said. "They come from the city of Otnorot, and are found nowhere
else. History tells us that they were not always as they are now
but, being a rather superior specimen of Loonlander, they became
that way through a process of evolution by habitually looking down
their noses at people from other parts of the country. It is an un­fortunate
predicament really, but they have become so used to it
that they don't seem to mind. However, it is very hard on other
people who must see them in their unfortunate state."
I shuddered at this sad explanation, and my heart went out to
these men in their pitiful plight. Their freakish appearance, I as­sure
you, has haunted my dreams during the quiet hours of many
a night since.
But, Sir, I am afraid I have overstepped the bounds of your
goodness and have digressed somewhat from my original intent.
As you know, I was not privileged to witness the outcome of the
political game I have so inadequately endeavored to describe. Per­haps
it was best I did not, as I am sure it would have been no joy
for me to behold; and my return to my own country, while attended
by some unfortunate misunderstanding, has been a welcome event
to me.
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In Memoriam In .rmnrtam
ALDERMAN A. H.J. ANDREWS
1888-1935
(B.A., WESLEY COLLEGE, 1910)
Meetings of the Executive Council of the Wesley Graduates'
Association were held on October 3 and 22 to consider the year's
program. Steps were taken to get the group activities agreed upon
earlier in the year under weigh as soon as possible. Consideration is
being given to the formation of groups in English, French, Dra­matics,
and in Social, Economic, and International problems. An­other
issue of The Bulletin is to be published shortly. A general
meeting of graduates will be held in Convocation Hall on
November 13.
The following graduates of Wesley and Manitoba colleges were
candidates in the recent federal election: J. S. Woodsworth, '96,
C.C.F. leader, Winnipeg North Centre; A. E. Smith, '99, Communist,
Port Arthur, Ont.; J. T. Thorson, '10, Liberal, Selkirk; Daniel McIvor '10, Liberal, Fort William, Ont.; Howard W. Winkler, '12,
Liberal, Lisgar; J. King Gordon, '27, C.C.F., Victoria, B.C.; Stanley
H. Knowles, '33, C.C.F., Winnipeg South Centre. Messrs. Woods­worth,
Thorson, McIvor, and Winkler were elected.
The name of the only surviving member of the first graduating
class of Wesley College appeared in the news dispatches of October
3. Mr. J. D. Hunt, K.C., '90, clerk of the Alberta executive council
and law clerk to the legislature, has notified Premier Aberhart that
he is leaving the government service. Mr. Hunt, who, with the late
Mrs. Stead (Miss B. Earle), comprised the entire graduating class
of 1890, has spent 27 years in the legal service of the Alberta
Government.
Prof. W. J. Rose, '05, has been appointed to a newly created
post in the University of London, that of reader in Polish culture
in the new School of Slavonic Studies. Dr. Rose was a Manitoba
Rhodes scholar and a former member of the Wesley College staff.
Until recently he was Professor in the Department of Sociology at
Dartmouth College, Hanover, N.H.
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Dr. George Dorey, '12, was elected as president of the Sas­katchewan
Conference of the United Church of Canada.
Mildred B. McMurray, '17, legal supervisor of the Child Wel­fare
Department of the Manitoba Government, left recently for
New York where she will attend the New York School of Social
Science and Columbia University.
Ewart H. Morgan, '20, was elected in May last to the Board of
Governors of the University of Manitoba as an alumni represen­tative.
Winnifred H. Bruce, '26, and Dr. G. A. Buchanan were married
July 16.
H. Leith Draper, senior stick of 1926, was married in Detroit
on July 4 (Independence Day).
On June 29, in St. John's United Church, Ada G. O'Neill, '26,
was united in marriage to Robt. J. W. Lyons, '31. The late Rev.
T. E. Taylor officiated.
Lyle D. Hopkins, '27, was united in marriage to Vera Lorraine
Coulthard in Halifax on October 12. They are residing in Ber­wick,
N.S.
Willa A. Griggs, '28, was united in marriage on October 24 to
Victor M. Rea, at Griswold, Man.
In Kenora, on August 31, Nora Maunders, '30, and Howard J.
Reynolds, '30, were married.
The marriage of Jean G. Davidson, '30, and Donald Royden
Bennett, was solemnized in Winnipeg on May 25.
Jean Railton, '31, was married to Walter Belyea on August 5.
Florence M. Reid, '31, in July, was married to John Henderson.
Alice Solstad, '32, in June, was married to John Kines.
Clarence S. Samis, '32, has been awarded a $2,500 bursary by
the Union Society of the University of London, to be expended in
two years' research work in that University's laboratories.
George McMillan, '34, was married to Violet M. Johnston, of
Benito, Man., in early October.
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OUR CONTRIBUTORS
GWEN HENDERSON-An M.A. student, specializing in English, and a
consistent contributor to Vox.
THOS. SAUNDERS-FormerEditor of Vox, now studying in First Year
Theology. His contributions have for some time been a feature
of the magazine.
GERTRUDE PARSONS--Member of Class '36 and Vice-President of the GERTRUDE Pxnsoxs-c-Member History Club.
DR. M. THOMPsoN-Lecturer in English and noted debater.
G. MERVIN F. MARSHALL-Attending classes in Second Year The­ology.
President of the U. C. D. S.
A. D. LONGMAN-Deanof the Men's Residence, lecturer in Matricula­tion,
and the driving force of the Alumni Association.
WM. JOHNsToNE-Typical Class '35 student. Versatile and accom­plished.
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A.t this century-old bank, attention to the needs
of each individual customer is not only a plea­sure
but a fundamental principle.
WORLD-WIDE FACILITIES IN EVERY
DEPARTMENT OF BANKING
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IDqr 1Bauk of Noua ~totttt
Over a Century of Banking Service
F. L. GRAHAM, Manager
Winnipeg Branch
For a Superior Haircut
BOULEVARD
BARBER SHOP
477 PORTAGE AVE.
(Just west of Colony St.)
FIRST CLASS BARBERS
Haircutting to Wesley Students, - 25 Cents
Phone 37496
BUY HER A CHRISTMAS
GIFT
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BRATHWAITES
• PERFUMERY
• HUNT'S CHOCOLATES
• FOUNTAIN PENS, Etc.
PORTAGE AT VAUGHAN
Telephone 23351
(High Class Tea Rooms in
connectk>n)
How to Dress Well
Economically!
Its really simple-have"
your clothes frequently
"CE-LLOTONE"
cleaned. This new pro­cess
revitalizes fabrics,
renews colors, keeps
the press longer.
It's Better and it costs no more
Phone 37266
One-Day Service
Perth's
'" Cleaners ..' Dyers * Furriers
Use our Portalr~ Ave. Store
aerooo from Weoley
"BUSINESS EDUCATION"
HAS "A MARKET VALUE"
University students may combine business education with
their Academic studies by taking special "Success" in­struction
under four plans of attendance:
MONTHLY ENROLLMENT PLAN
Full-day attendance-Cost $15.00
Half-day attendance-Cost $10.00
Quarter.day attendance-Cost $5.00
Evening School attendance-Cost $5.00
Select from the Following:
Shorthand, Typewriting, Accounting,' Business Corre­spondence,
Commercial Law, Penmanship, Arithmetic,
Spelling, Economics, Business. Organization, Money and
Banking, Secretarial Science, Library Science, Comp­tometer.
Call for an Interview, Write Us or Phone 25843
.- BUSINESS COLLEGE
Portage Ave. at Edmonton st. WINNIPEG
(Best known for its Thorough Instruction)
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