Oregon Sunday Emerald
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Official publication of the Associated Student* of the University of Oregon, issued daily
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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.
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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
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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
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Tuesday
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“Why Announce
Your Marriage”
Something every man and
woman should know
“ Do Secret
Marriages Pay?”
Every Student
should see the
Fox super-production
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Cristo
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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”
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Reservations
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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
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Everything photographic—Developing.
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