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About Oregon daily emerald. (Eugene, Or.) 1920-2012 | View Entire Issue (Oct. 8, 1922)
Oregon Sunday Emerald Member of Pacific Intercollegiate Press Association Kenneth Youel Editor George McIntyre Manager Official publication of the Associated Student* of the University of Oregon, issued daily except Sunday and Monday, during the college year._ ERNEST HAYCOX, Sunday Editor __ Associate, Ep Hoyt George Godfrey, Campus Editor Features: Jessie Thompson, Earl Voorhies, Katherine Watson, Arthur Rudd, Edwin Fraser General Writers: Clinton Howard, Ben Maxwell, Eddie Smith. PHONES Business Manager ....951 Editor ...655 Hail! Here’s the (Sunday sheet, and we hope to make it a bit more dis tinctive next time. The great rush of getting registered has some what interfered with our plans, and the [Sunday editor has been going around the last three days looking into wastebaskets, rifling poekets, holding up scribes, and cussing the daily editors for their cupidity. But here it is. The masthead is open to those of you who can write interestingly. This is not essentially a sheet for the purveyance of the burning hot news caught on the bounce. The themp, the poem, the essay, the letter of grievance—these, when well written, will find a place with us. Tell us what you like and we’ll try to give it to you. And watch for next Sunday’s issue. Books SALT WATER AND RED BLOOD! Wo go buck in tho palmy (lays with an everlasting sigh. Human nature, it seems, lias the backward glancing vi sion. The future we can only guess but yesterday we know through experience. Wo toiled and suffered yesterday, and its ways and its fashions are a part of us. Yesterday was the time of our youth, is it not natural then that we should wistfully recall what has long sinced passed away? And yesterday it was that the sinews of our nation wore growiug: In this story of nation building there Weaves in and out tho tale of our ear ly years on tho sea. All the golden argosies of Greece and Rome cannot of fer a greater scene than tho shipyards of colonial New England, or tho full bellied sails of tho clipper ships slip ping round the Horn, For a long time we oquuled and passed that far hailed mistress, England, at her own game. For many, many years it was America, not England, that held the supremacy of tho sea. Now we have no great fleet sailing the oceans, save for the coast wise trade, and tho thousands of gov ernment vessels imperfectly made, clumsily made, and now rotting in quiet buck bays. “The story of American ships and sailors is an epic of blue water which seems singularly remote, almost unreal, to the later generations. A people with a native genius for seafaring wen and lield a brilliant supremacy through two centuries and then forsook this heritage of theirs. * * * A maritime race whose topsails flecked every ocean, whose captains courageous from father to son had fought with pike and car ronade to defend the freedom of the seas, turned inland to soke a different destiny and took no more thought for the tall ships and rich cargoes which had earned so much renown for its flag. ’ ’ This is the opening of a book tilled with fascinating stories woven into a history el' “The Old Merchant Mu rine, by that glorified journalist, Ralph lb I’nine. The book is one of the ‘‘Chronicles of \tnorica’’ series. As might be supposed, shipping was the native venture of the New l-!ugland ers. Having an inhospitable soil, a rig orous climate, and no fertile outlets directl\ to the west of them, thc\ turn eastward and conquered the sea. The quaint named towns lik , Nohunk, Naumgcag, Marblehead and Gloucester had their centers in rope walks, the sail factories and the lofts along the dock fronts. “A vessel was a community venture. * * * I'ite blacksmith, the rigger, the calker, took their pav in shares. They became part owners the master, tho mates and even the seamen were allowed cargo space for commodities. * * * Thus early they learned to trade ns shrewdly as they navigated, uud every vovago directly concerned a whole neighborhood.“ Here, then, was the cradle of the American sailor, the nursery of ull the graceful lined ships that flew the Am erioatt flag, the nurturing sou for all the great traditions of our navy. “Hard by the huddled hamlet of log houses was th. row of kept b! -eks sloping to the tide. la winter * * * this \uukeo jack of all-trades plied his axe and ad o * * *. A sloop, a ketch, or a brig. ' ’ in these frail vessels sailed with in comparable seamanship, the New king landers pushed over the oceans. Thev " ’ ' ' ry where, the N ankee hardihood ai d thrift seeking profit by fair means or illegal. \nd the ships flourished, in face of foreign opposition, the dan gers of the sea itself, and of the pirates (these were the days of Kidd, and: Hhtebeard, t'c privateers and freeboot ers and bticamvi." He 1700 over 1000 '• ' "ere I . at the Nevv l'.ng and hum cts and towns, with Salem part a ready shining out as a colony of the hardiest of adventurers. The Revolution turned the tide of commerce back into the shallow har b< rs, presently to ebb to sea again with hundreds of boats and vessels with newly c«. -ducted gunports. and brand now letters of marque and reprisal. The sturdy New Englander, blocked in his efforts to make a living, only hesitated lung enough to refit his ship, put to sea again in quest of a Britisher. The damage they did was incalculable, as the constant protests of the British merchants of the period testify. In this period, too, were performed deeds of valor that stand out as be'acon lights from which we might guide our course; tale after tale of small, doughty and unafraid boats tackling, “by the grace of God,” capturing them. It was not always so; many times they went to a wet kind of grave or were captured lo languish in prison or work out dreary days in English frigates. The close of the war brought a ruin ous situation to face the New England ers. With many settlements sorely needing the hundreds of fallen sailors, with hundreds of ships gone, never to return, there still remained a greater calamity—that of the markets of the world closed to them. “In such com pelling circumstances as these,” says Paine, “necessity became the mother of invention. There is nothing finer in American history than the dogged fortitude and highhearted endeavor with which the merchant seaman re turned to his work after the Revolution and sought and found new markets for his wares.” They might indeed have found some excuse for hanging back and petition ing a moribuud and inefficient confed eration congress, yet that would have gained them nothing, and the press of the economies of the situation drove | them out to sea once more. Their in domitable courage and tenacity found j the markets. Now began the long voy ages across to the far oceans; Java, ! Sumatra, China ports, Good Hope, even tentatively touching the somnolent and' tight locked kingdom of Nippon. They were in all seas. They had the world against them, and perforce they trav eled with scales in one hand and pistol in the other Time upon time they were rushed and raided while anchored in some foreign harbor, and the chronicle found in the ship's log of many a ves sel will tell of desperate work and quick action to save impudent Yankee hides, Then1 was no end to their persistence. Wherever the tracks of the trade led tho\ followed. And many old famous families of New England laid the foun dation for wealth. In the ships that went out were the younger generations, working on shares and studying naviga tion, to become, in their turn, masters and mates of full sailed craft. They poked their bows into every indented spot on the earth. One of them found and named the Columbia river. The war of 1S12 upon the repetition of the circumstances surrounding the Revolution. Once again these hardy people put to sea, and, * ■ American pri vateering in 1S12 was even bolder and more successful than during the Revo I lit ion. There now conies upon the ocean an other kind of vessel, the packet ship, which, “until the coming of the age of steam, knew no rival.” She was the forerunner of the present liner. ‘'Not for her the tranquility of the tropic s-its luit an almost incessant battle, with the swinging surges and boister ous winds, for she was driven harder iu all weathers and seasons than any other ships that sailed.” The first were launched upon their regular twice a mouth service between London and New York in lSlti; this was the Black Ball Line, and was soon fol lowed b\ other competing companies. Tliet were the marvels of the world, and a special kind of romance sur rounded them. The rank of a captain when ashore “was more exalted than can be conveyed in words. \n\ normal New York boy would sooner have been captain of a Black Ball packet than pi.-d,lent of the United States.” And there conics upon the scene at this time the clipper ship a thing of | beauty and a ioy to the mariner's eve; ( "save only the cathedral, the loveliest, j noblest fabric ever wrought by man'sl haul iwork.’’ The clipper in her glory represents | the highest achievement in sailing ves j s.ds. The men that sailed her typifv i '1 e best and truest of American sea ' 1 manship. When the clipper passed out I something very fine left the earth, her beauty never to be seen again. Paine tells the story of the clipper in an in spiring manner. I want to recount just one incident in the life of a clipper cap tain. | ‘ ‘ When Captain Bob Waterman ar rived at San Francisco in the Chal lenge in 1851, a mob tried very earnest ly to find and hang him and his officers because of the harrowing stories told by his sailors. That he had shot sev eral of them from the yards with his pistol to make others move faster was one count in the indictment. For his part, Captain Waterman asserted that a more desperate crew of ruffians had never sailed out of New York and that only two of them were American. They were mutinous from the start, half of them blacklegs of the vilest type who swore to get the upper hand of him. His mates, boatswain, and carpenters had brokep open their chests and boxes and removed a collection of slung shots, knuckle-dusters, bowie knives; and pistols. Off Rio Janiero they had tried to kill the chief mate, and Cap tain Waterman had been compelled to jump in and stretch two of them dead with a belaying-pin. Off Cape Horn three sailors fell from aloft and were lost. . . .” Of such fabric is woven the story of our days at sea. “The Old Mer chant Marine’’ will challenge any re cent book of fiction in point of interest. —By Junius. ROMANCES FLOWER (Continued from page one.) were married in Portland, on the 29th ; of September. Louise Irving, Kappa, e* ’23, and Carl Knudson, Phi Gamma Delta, ’21, were married in Portland in July. The Knudsons expect to make their home in Portland. Grace Rugg, Chi Omega ex ’21 and Harold Gray, Fiji ’19, were married in the summer, and are at home in Kla math Falls. What might be called an inter-cam pus marriage was that of Yernice Rob bins, Gamma Phi Beta, ’21, and John Masterson, '22, a Kappa Sigma from O. A. C. The Mastersons are at home in Sixes, Oregon. Another Gamma Phi wedding was that of Rena Hales, ex ’23, to “Doc”i CLASSIFIED ADS Minimum charge, 1 time, 26c; 2 times 45c; 6 times, $1. Must be limited to 6 lines, over this limit, 6c per line. 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Poems (By Katherine Watson) THE WIND Last night the Wind came and kissed her, And the poppy 's face is red; And shd gaily nods—for she does not know That today the Wind is dead. NIGHT Night— The earth smell— The plum tree, heavy with its tremu lous whiteness— A thin round moon— And you. THE PLUM TREE BLOOMS Dear— Can it be that sometime I shall not know when Night lets down her sweet dark treses o ’er the world— When the plum tree blooms— When you stand pensive in the moon light? (From Poets of the Future, 1922.) Holman, of Pendleton, which took place last month. Mr. Holman owns a ranch near the Round-Up city. Bess Shell, Alpha Chi Omega, ’21, and Arthur Bushman, Alpha Tau Ome ga, '20, were married on the 20th of last June, and are living in Eugene. Another mariage that occurred at the end of school last year was that of i Dorothea Boynton, Alpha Chi Omega, and Walt Wegner, of Friendly hall, which also took place on June 20. Dorothy Dixon, Gamma Phi ’21, and j Bill Hollenbeck, Sigma Nu, now at med ical school in Portland, were married at the Dixon home in Eugene, on the j 18th of September. A work of “Celebrated Love Affairs' of the Oregon Campus” would be a fit-j ting place for a more complete and de tailed list of these University marriages : of the past summer. j EUGENE THEATRE Monday and Tuesday i Elaine Hammerstein Starring in ! “Why Announce Your Marriage” Something every man and woman should know “ Do Secret Marriages Pay?” Every Student should see the Fox super-production Monte Cristo Order Your Coal Now Special prices off the car Peacock Rock Springs Royal Utah Coal and Gasco Briquets Rainier Coal Co. 1 9 East 9th Street Phone 412 i New English Caps Just In FASHflUON IPAKIK CTiGD'ITIElEISS A Thought That Develops Slowly Usually Endures Ideas that take hold like wild-fire, very often die out at the same rate of speed—things that endure develop at a leisurely pace. As a case in point, we submit the Kay Bac developments of our tailors at Fashion Park. Kay Bac, as you know, is a soft, easy negligee—like type of comfortable clothing. Not so many years ago it was worn only by eastern college men—now, well groomed men in general favor it. "We’re featuring it rather extensively this fall—it’s an idea that most men can wear to advantage. Green Merrell Co. men’s wear 713 Willamette Street “One of Eugene’s best stores” Sunday Supper Telephone 30 tor Reservations The Anchorage Just the thing students need. Milk is one of the best brain and muscle foods. BLUE BELL MILK is a safe milk because it is pasteurized Eugene Farmers Creamery Phone 309 Boncilla Beautifier Boncilla Cold Cream Boncilla Vanishing Cream You can get them all here Baker-Button THE KODAK SHOP “On the corner—10th and Willamette” Everything photographic—Developing. Printing “Agents for Dupn Pens”