Oregon daily emerald. (Eugene, Or.) 1920-2012, October 22, 1922, Page 2, Image 2

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    Oregon Sunday Emerald
Member of Pacific Intercollegiate Press Association
Kenneth Youel Lyle Janz
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ERNEST HAYCOX, Sunday Editor
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Edwin Fraser, Ep Ifoyt.
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High or Low Brow?
The greatest question is this teapot existence of ours is: What
is highbrow and what is lowbrow? Forever we are asking ourselves
if we have done right or if we have blundered,—by our natural and
free nature—into the morass of the irretrievably damned lowbrows.
Perhaps the most acute angle of this problem for us right now is
in the domain of literature. There is no mistaking what is high
brow literature, for it is labeled by our instructors in letters a foot
high. Not that they have chosen, by themselves, the “worthwhile”
from the “junk.” The collected opinion of several generations has
in most cases done the job for them. Elsewise the job would still
be undone.
But where the literary labors of man begin to approach that
subtle line which divides good writing from bad writing, the voices
of critics assume babbling and quarrelsome tones, and high ethical
concepts begin to get battered around in the forum of the erudite.
All the while we who only want to get at a good story, stand by and
puzzle. Some of us never reach a satisfactory answer. Others go
along the road which leads to literature long, long ago written and
established. By its very survival it must be fairly decent stuff.
But there still remains a hardy gang of us who pass into another
camp and make the night merry with any old thing we got our hands
onto. We only ask that Ihe story fulfill the requirements long ago
laid down by a master plot weaver, Wilkie Collins. “Make ’em
laugh, make ’em cry, make ’em wait.”
Tlio fhat hand of individuals the short essay herein printed, by
Frank Crane, himself somewhat of a trenchant and glorified lowbrow*
will have a definite appeal. To others it will only signify another
literary moron sounding off.
High or lowbrow? And in the offing there is always some vigor
ous Mae Duff stirring the argument on with lusty shouts of “lay on!”
(Copyright 1!>21 by Frank Crane)
The Well i■ I i\. or mystery story in Uio
must interesting I'orni of lirtion.
There are two divisions of stories:
(1) Varus ntul (") other hinds.
Warns are tales lold for the tolling.
All that is supposed to be worth while
in them is the story.
All the fat of literature, including
dosei i|d ions, philosophy and preaching,
also eharaeter study and altnosphere,
is stripped. Nothing is left, but tho
lean meat and the bone of the narra
Those who read merely to bo divert
ed like the yarn.
Those who wish to improve their
minds, nr read what everybody is talk
ing about, read the novels that are
other than yarns.
The other kind is supposed to be su
perior to the yarn. Heaven knows why.
They are muelt eummvner, min-h easier
to write, and do not require so high an
order of creative ability.
Knut Hamsun's two books, "Hunger"
and "The tlrowth of the Soil," 1 have
just read. Hamsun got the Nobel I’ri/.e.
The books are a dreadful, dreary ox
pause of dullness, unlit by plot, humor, j
or flash of nobility.
still, people seem to like that sort of
stuff. They read " Fottei ism" and
"Main Street," which are equally do
pressing. The wind in them blows
steadily from the east, the firewood is
wet, and il is wash day and the baby
is crying.
Wo turn from such as these to a rat
tling stun, where the author is eon
teat to interest us in the people and
their doings lie describes, and is not
cent iitualh exhibiting his own Kgo, not
trying to prove to you how lit’ry he is,
and not showing you how many dis
agreeable things lie cun think of.
For instatin', 1 am here to confess l
saved up i he ii\ i ubers of a de
tot-live story maga/ine \ 1 always put
by the parts of a serial until it is coin
pletcd, and never rend a yarn 1 cannot
tiniah at one sitting) and read in them
the other night Carol In Wells' "The
Luminous Face "
It was not ponderous literature, but
I was pu.’.ded, amused, and had a good
time. And it is for that, l read novels.
When 1 gel information, uplift, and
the lik.-, 1 prefer it straight.
Hut as to tietion, the tirst and great
est requirement is that it be tietion
and not something else.
It should tie a tale that is, begin at
one point, A, and proceed to another t
point, H. The other kind just walks i
around, loiters, so to speak. i
It does not injure a stray to have a |
purpose. Hut the purpose must be in (
the story itself. When the author is, i
constantly i\p: doing and exhorting I .'
lilid reflecting and otherwise impeding,)
tho course of the talc by innumerable '
hurdb s of footnotes in the text, his
product I- neither tish, flesh, nor fowl,
“The Uood Samaritan" is good lie si
tion. It has a purpose, but all the a
proaohment is in ihe cracker at the \<
end: "(in thou and do likewise." s
From the New Vork (ilobc. C
Tlic Sophies sang truce, with the tumul
t nous mix o ’er,
And the Senior police had tabled their
While the Kroshies had sunk into rest,
My pains and afflictions and Soph
given stars.
When the Freshies lay fearless that
night on their bunks,
(■And tho Sophs meekly guarded their
innocent slain)
In the dead of the night a sweet vision
they saw,
And thrice ere the morning they dreamed
it again.
They thought from the battlefield’s
dreadful array,
I1 nr, far they had roamed on the old
beloved track;
I uas morning and the sunshine arose
on t he way.
To the home of their fathers that wel
them back.
‘‘Stay, stay with us. Rest—thou art
weary and worn,’’
And fain were the Soph-pestered Freshies
to st ay;
Hut coinage returned with the coming of
While tear in their robust hearts melted
To K. W.
Poor Kitty!
Ao wonder you were scared!
How could you recite
Lessons prepared
Tlv pre\ hunt night !
Possessor of an elephant—
\ mahout
For professor!
Buck brass
Riding it to class!
W here did he get it !
Where did YOU get itf
(Continued from page one.)
>’h students, men and women, Ralph
oston; Texen Art club, art and arc hi- ,
eetur, students, tor men and women, ;
■ u\ Koepp; Kutnxian, literary, for
loiueu, t'hloo Thompson; Hermian.
' ' ■ * e nation, for w.-men, Dorcas .
• ii KI in: Samara, botany and bactcri- ,
"ity. tor women, Alice Thomas; Tre
iii, women s voi atioual organisation,
e,e.a Farnl ani; Order of the “O ”
rtueu, George King.
Gois-- honor organi. at ions, working
*'ii r a committee, arc: Friars, for
ehissmcn; ro Ko l.o, for soptio
ioro iin’ii; ami Kwama, tvr sophomore
lunon. Svri' 1 juwi Surip! is senior
viety (or wo 11 ion, v»i which Marian (
rary is president.
o °
Lloyd George and Cabinet Resign
National Political Situation Quiet
Col. Owsley New Legion Commander
S. P.-U. P. Controversy Unsettled
Near East Situation Brightened
Two Murders Hold Public Interest
Portland Is Disturbed by I. W. W.
Party polities, and opposition to hii
Near East policy, are the prime cause:
of the loss of the vote of confidenci
which determined tjie resignation o:
David Lloyd George, for seven year:
Prime Minister of Great Britain. Tin
vote was 186 to 87, opposing what i:
known as Chamberlain’s policy ol
pledging to coalition.
Thus passes one of England’s great
est men, q little Welshman who rost
through sheer personality and ability
to a position in Britain that surpasses
even that of the king himself. An out
standing figure of the “big four,”
whieh included also Premier Orlande
of Italy, President Wilson of the Unit
ed States, and Clemeneeau, the famous
French “Tiger,” he was the only one
who survived the reactionary period
following the great world war.
Following the British custom, the
entire cabinet at this time tender their
resignations simultaneously with Lloyd
George. Bonar Law, a leader of the
opposition, is slated to be the next
prime minister.
The political situation nationally is
rather quiet, but in Oregon things are
seething, although little has happened
that can really be called outstanding.
Both the Republicans and the Demo
crats are thoroughly organized. Walter
Pierce, the Democratic nominee, is bas
ing his platform on a revision and re
duction of taxes, while Governor OI
cott is standing firm on his perform
ance of his present term.
The American Legion, at a five-day
session held in New Orleans, elected
Col. Alvin O. Owsley as Legion com
mander, voted to vigorously support
the adjusted compensation bill, and to
do all in their power to aid those dis
abled in the war. Enthusiastic recep
tions were accorded General Pershing
and other noted Americans who ad
dressed the convention. The next meet
ing will be held in San Francisco.
The Southern Pacific-Union Pacific
controversy over the Central Pacific
railroad, which passes through Eugene,
slid holds a great deal of interest in
Oregon, and along the entire coast. The
Southern Pa. .fie has asked for use of
the road until the controversy is set
tled, and points out numerous reasons
why the line should be left in their
hands. The two lines are so inter
woven, they claim, that separation
would be almost impossible, and at best
a lengthy and wasteful procedure.
The Near East situation brought
about by tlio fracas between the Turks
ami Greeks, now seems well in hand.
The intervention on the part of the
allies, although lacking in force, has
been more or less effective in quelling
what might have been an all-European
entanglement, fraught with internal
and external trouble.
Two outstanding murder mysteries
have gripped the press during the past
week. The salacious ease of the mur
dering of a minister, Reverend Edward
Hall, ami Mrs. Eleanor Mills, a singer
in his choir, in New Brunswick, New
Jersey, is still unsolved.
In the other case Mrs. lla/.el McNally
ot Hammond, Ind., was accused of mur
dering her twins. She claimed, how
ever, that the twins never existed, and
that she had hoaxed her husband into
believing he was a father by using
two dolls. Because the state could not
prove that the twins were actually
dead, the supposed mother was acquit
ted of the charge of murder.
Portland has been not a little dis-!
turbed by an influx of I. W. W.'s. due
to the present longshoremen’s strike.
The situation is well in hand, however,
and no serious trouble is contemplated.
The Ku Klux Klan has offered its ser
vices, and the state militia is in readi
ness should it be needed.
(Continued from page one.)
but we were not molested by the Cave-1
men themselves.
The party disbanded after a thorough
ippr ciation of the unsurpassed marble,
•uvorns. and each joyously went his,
vav; .Or. Packard to hunt down new ;
'ossils in their native haunts, and the a
rest of us to our various vacation :
mrsuita, i
1 the Camp is history now. but <
\or once in a while one of the fel
ons delve* into the box so careful y »
sicked by the curator of invertebrate
sileontoiogy and solves the riddle that
ur.-led him the worst those evenings by *
he fire.
\t ,i't! You surely were a s”ail!
You are complete from head to tail 1
N t w you onyl need to have a name
1 'll let some paleontologist
Wri- you up in Latin just
Be, use the peer fool thinks he must '
But my job's finished jus: the
same! 1
Read the Classified Ad column.
A Bag o’ Nuts
Dust —You're crazy.
Musty—Me vrazy?
Dusty—Yes, you're crazy.
Musty—No, I’m not crazy; are you
crazy ?
Dusty—Xo, I'm not crazy; you’re
Mas y—So I'm crazy and you’re not
crazy. Well than, I’ll stay like I am.
I walked with her in the moonlight,
The sun was blazing blue;
We dodged between the hailstones
And marveled at the view.
, That Junior Dance
. Hundreds of c-inderellas
i Awaiting princes,
i Hurry!
, The music begins.
, Help!
1 I can’t stand on one foot forever!
Who’s got my slipper?
Darn Jimmy Meeks!
Xo, I didn’t have rubber heels.
Did you think I could wear that?
Migosli, I’m no elephant!
Yes, that’s mine—
jXo, I’ll put it on—
My, but I'm glad that little fellow
didn’t have it!
jUhuh, Jimmy’s so clever.
(Boom —, School of Business
Outside this window, !
Which is tightly closed, in order to
;keep dangerous drafts from blowing
away the professor,
I can see:
First, merely a part of the brick wall I
of the building; j .
Then, many telegraph wires, going
rapidly up and down the street;
Thirdly, the branches of a tree;
And lastly, a considerable amount of
blue sky,
With clouds wandering about on it.
* * #
To write poetry
You have to be born
A poet.
To write prose you have
To practise
With your pencil,
And pehaps your
To write
You need is )
A typewriter.
The quick brown fox jumped over the
lazy dog.—anon.
* * *
“Dusty” hollohs:
Awake! Awake!
The dawn is here!
The air .is filled
With Atmosphere.
Human Blood-Stained War Club and
Doll Sporting Toupee Made from
White’s Head in Collection
A war club stained with human blood
and a buckskin doll ornamented with
hair that once adorned a white woman’s
head, so the story goes—grim remind
ers of the days when the redman waged •
war against his rivals—are part of the -
Indian loan collection donated to the -
I'niversity of Oregon by Mrs. Ada B.
Mil bean.
The war club is made of ironwood
and was at one time the property of a
brave of the Pima tribe, according to
the story told to Mrs. Milliean. The
Pima used the weapon to settle a dif
ficulty with an Apache. Then lie buried
the club among the rocks near his camp,
according to tribal custom, and re
mained away from the other members
of his tribe for seven days until he
was considered "purified,” following
the Apache V death.
The club shows the marks of expos
ure, bearing out the story that it was
hidden for a time by the Pima warrior
after his encounter with his rival. A
discolored streak is still visble on the
head of the weapon.
The buckskin doll is an innocent
looking plaything until the visitor, ex
amining the collection, notices the
brown hair on the doll’s head. He is
prompted to inquire where the hair
.•ante from. The story told by the In
dian donators is that it was scalped
from a white woman, the visitor is in
Mrs. Milliean has a necklace of tur
quoise made from stones given to her
>y the Pimas. The Pimas say they ob
:aiued them from the ruins of a pre
list oric people called the “Ilohocams.”
Die ruins of an ancient civilization
core mar the Indian school at Sacaton,
Vriz., where Mrs. Milliean taught. Ex
>er?s from the Smithsonian Institute
uni scientists from other places have
tudivd the Casa Grande ruins, as they
ire called, but have remained puzzled
egarding the people who built the an
ient civilization.
The return of P. IV. Griffith of the
pic picture is the significant film
choduVd for the Heilig theatre fir
our days, starting Monday. Those re
orts ot scr. cn magniliieuoe and tuniul
lou# story of winch have come to this
ity apropos of "Orphans of tie
term*’ arc to be realized in the pro
uctun’s debut locally.
Lillian and Dorothy Gish, together
i one film for the first time since
It arts of the World,” play the two
paau roles, both profoundly emo
onal. i
m iRiKiiiKH aanram-ns. itjnnnH
Fashion P rk Clothiers
You Don’t Wear
a shirt until the board of health gets after
My Goodness
Look at that shocking hat!
We have a new Schoble ready
for you—come and get it
Green Merrell Co.
men’s wear
713 Willamette Street
“Onetof Eugene’s best stores”
Eugene Steam Laundry
The place to get your laundering done when you w'ant it done
right and with a snap.
Phone 123
Hot and Crisp
Crcm Our New
Waffle Irons.
For a good meal any time
The Imperial Lunch
FRED GEROT, Proprietor
Oysters, Steaks and Chops our specialty.
The Varsity
From 12 to 8 P. M. MUSIC—6:30 t0 8 P. M.
Canape of Sardine
Chicken with Rice
Baked Salmon Aux Fine Herbs
Choice of
Fried Spring Chicken, Maryland
Baked Virginia Ham with Sweet Potatoes
Roast Prime Ribs of Beef, Au Jus
Baked Stuffed Young Chicken
Lettuce and Tomato
Whipped Potatoes—Cauliflower En Creme
Vanilla Ice Cream with Small Wafers
Assorted Pies /
Coffee Tea Milk