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OREGON SUNDAY EMERALD
Member of Pacific Intercollegiate Phh Association
Official publication of the Associated Student* of the Unlvendty of Orejton. issued daily
except Monday, durinp the college year.
ERNEST HAYCOX, Sunday Editor _
George H. Godfrey, Managing Editor
Features: Jessie Thompson, Earl Voorhies, Katherine Watson, Arthur Rudd,
Edwin Fraser, Ep Hoyt, Margaret Skavlan, Francis Linklater, Katherine
Spall. _ __
General Writers: Clinton Howard, Eddie Smith, Rachael Chezem.
The Law of Living
Time was in this school when a fellow could juggle all four of
the balls of study, social engagement, athletics, and organization
activities. But in those days it was a gol’ darn serious offense to
get better than passing grades, and organized activities were small
and greenish peas indeed. Social engagements and athletics then
were the ends and aims and the everlasting joys of the chappies and
laddies who got the sheepskins we may get if we stay here five or six
Truly, things have changed with an incomprehensible swiftness.
Only a year ago, a man or woman could cover very nearly everything
in school, and all the four corners of interest could be effectually
gathered together in such a way that every student here might say
quite truthfully that lie knew all things that went on, and had a word
in all things that went on. That was the time when everyone went out
for everything. The prominent people took on every honor and man
aged. by a fair amount of exertion, to be around for all gatherings,
from the dog fights and frosh mill racings to student body meetings.
Not so now. We can hardly comprehend the sudden growing up
the University has undergone. Yesterday it was a school of intensely
personal outlook. It was a state university, true enough, but it was in
the wobbly period of life when its voice broke from falsetto to bass
and its gait was ungainly and sometimes awkward. It was individual,
arid many times individual voices were heard above the general cur
rent of its life, shouting different and varying things. Not s0 today.
Today it is an institution, with a definite aim and policy. Attain
ing maturity it lias taken unto itself a solid body of tradition and a
fund of dignity. It is greater than one man, or any group of men.
Its administration may change, its football teams may sulfer defeat,
its student body be diminished no matter, the 1 niversity will go
right along at its new pace.
'l'he transition has been accomplished by the hard and willing
labor of many women and men who rolled up their sleeves and gave
of their energy. They were the ones who took on so many diverse
activities. They had to; for there were not enough people to man
the life boats of expansion.
We today see a new order of things which appears something like
this.; The school is too big for any man or woman to hope to cover
completely. Somewhere lie or she must find the desired niche, the
desired job, the desired recreation, the desired society. Having found
them he or slit' must give into that chosen field the very best of energy
and the very best of willing service.
l-'or in this same way, the classes who have gone before built the
foundations of the structure we now care for.
Onward Sweeps Oregon
By Clinton Howard
In the hent ill' the buttle with the
Aggies, with W. H. with anyone,
whore is the Oregon student who is
not proud to thunder Mighty Oregon f
Wlien the game is elose, nml the score
stands, inn\'li:ip, ;it tlie end ot til. halt,
(i to (i; when the erowd surges over
the gridiron, forming into u long ser
pontine, going around, and mound, and
around, with the thunder ot ''rail, rah
Oregon, rah. rah, Oregon," hurtling
up: wIhmi the erowd of "outsiders
wntrhes from the grandstand, inking
in nil this display of spirit where is
the Oregon student who then does not
"hop to it," to don his green and yel
low rooter's cap, and take his plaee
in line, as conspicuously as possible,
that the erowd may know that he is
one of the privileged.
Wlio is tin' mu' w In* does not |iiirHili'
with . mis,‘inns pride mill mimicry n hi
Napoleon, ilowii tho muiii street of tlio
“town” after tlio game is over, ami
wo Itavo got tlio wore! There Ml lie
n hot time in the oh! town tonight. A
hot time, ves, when lie parades with
looter's rap perched on the peak of his
head, to the front, or to the haek, with i
pipe in his month, if he he that kind,
with cigarette, if lie he that kin.I, or
with nothing, if he he that kind.
!*ietaro l.emon Yellow on a haek
ground of green! The yellow is our :
only iiffieia oolor. \nd hear Mighty
Oregon! The host song ever on a
football field or at a rally.
Vnd at night, hv the light of the I
fireplare. ti e moon, the eampfire, when
the 11 n 's voices boom virile and low.
and the girl’s, u a higher sweeter
strain, hear, ■■ \s 1 sit and dream at
e veil lug, Of thi s,' ,1a \s now past and
g.aw aw an. and 1 think of all the eld .
fri‘ nils, whose mem o ries to me e re
torn.” Past generations of Oregon,
and past dera tes of Oregon are in
sep i . 1 • \ link, ! with ti tone.
Hear the drinking sung apologies,
to any of those who mav h. \ preoi •
dii es against drinking, hat every col I
leg ' has *Ueh songs; •' Then hail! [
boy-, hail! for mold Oregon, And hail,
for the lemon yellow; We’ll fall in
line and drink a stein, We like a jolly
(rood fellow!” A jolly good follow; tlint
song breaths somuthing of tlu> spirit
of tlio ale-inns of tlio Universities of
old l-luropo. Oregon is forty-six years
old. with forty six classes to do her
homage and render respect; young ns
.in institution, yet old in spirit. A lit
lie university in the west, at first, she
was. but the decades of tradition now
stretch behind her. In a smaller,
younger way, Oregon deserves the
eulogy given by the sons of Yale to
their Alma Mater,
'Mother of men grown strong in the
Honor to him thy lights have led;
liieh in the toil of thousands living,
1 * ion d of the deeds of thousands dead! "
and, continuing, may we say of Ore
gon, as they Jo of old Yale,
“We who have felt thy power and
We in whose lives thy lights avail,
High, in our hearts enshrined, en
Mother of men. old Yale!”
Would wo had a song liko that. Tin
I’nivorsity, daughter «.»f a groat com
mouwoalth, is growing. If we must
change, now is the time, before we
grow too large. Hotter go slow, before
abandoning the old traditions, for the
love of what former generations have
done and have said is strong in man,
especially at the ‘•college age’’ and
here at Oregon, we are no exception.
Do wo need a hvmut A content
pot ary new spaper has said that most
of our songs are melodies which would
not attract the attention of the aver
age man, had he anything better to
do at the time, than listen. The paper
was referring to Oregon songs as they
are heard, sung by the glee clubs, to
the people of tin state, outside of the
college atmosphere, entirely out of the
co ego world. Is Mighty Oregon our
rept es, ntat i\e song’ Does it repre
sent the ideals, the growing ideals,
sufficiently, of an institution which
will bo some day, an old. tradition of
the state. For calleges, and uaiver
sities, too grow, and as Oregon is
proud of her full grown sons, today,
«o, sometime in the future, the sons
'f the state will ‘‘go up" to her Vui
Herbert Crombie Howe
I pitch the tent of my gay fluttering
Beneath the date palm, by the well of
That makes existence possible in the
Here, when the sun is down, and the
river of stars.
Gleams in the desert of space,
I strike the tambourine of my wind
Spirit of man, you are welcome here
While you drink from the well.
I shall leave the tent,
When I myself am gone forth.
SONGS OF THE SHIPYARD
I: Tie Riveter
High on the scaffold the riveter stands,
Where he grasps his die in his thick
’Till the light flares through the rivet
’Till the white steel pokes through the
White and hot, through the rivet hole—
And is forged to cold, hard bands.
Oh, the rigger’s scaffolds quiver and
As the dies o’er the bur-heads swiftly
While the thundering thump of the
The quiver and thud of the rivet guns—■
The soul-shaking jar of the rivet guns—
Fast eats his life away.
Autumn’s revelry’s begun;
Tonight 1 will dance the songs of the
The moon will bo my balloon
The gaudy leaves
Tonight I will don
My gayest gown.
My soul is like a violet,
I Shyly looking up.
I Your’s the rushing rain drops
That fill me as a cup.
And, over-full with you, dear,
1 bathe the nearest bloom.
For all the rushing rain drops
A violet hasn't room.
A stream was born of a cavern of ice—
It leaped into the light and. dashed
Young and forgetful.
I saw it swirl in a dripping canyon,
Clutching and snarling at the shining
Hulking in round black pools.
1 heard it murmur through a yellow
Through the leaves of a dreaming tree,
Out to the sea.
AGGIES DROP GAME
(Continued from page one.)
ter tlie exhibition of football which
they put up yesterday. They took ab
solutely no chances, ami let Chapman's
punts roll for yards rather than take
a chance at fumbling. The game they
played was too safe, and they certainly
lack the spirit and dash of a winning
The victory is especially pleasing
after two years of tie games, and adds
another to the long list of Oregon wins
from O. A. C. The score now stands
17 wins for Oregon in '_’7 starts, four
wins for the Aggies, and six tie con
Oregon threatened to score two other
times, once when Hunk Latham got
versity, trained with the idea of going
there, from their youth up.
And our colors. Far less important,
but Oregon’s family is not at peace
about them. Artistic souls on our cam
pus say that lemon yellow, our of
ficial color, can never be made to har
monize with a background of green,
and that lemon yellow is not a good
color anyhow. But then, traditions and
art often clash! More important,
however from the standpoint of time
litnss, is the fact announced by the
advertising authorities, that lemon yel
low attracts no attention.
Oregon colors for the 1912 Home
coming. and the Oregon -O. A. 0. game,
were practically changed, unofficially,
tor the pesters were gotten out iu red
and green. So were the Homecoming
envelopes. The authorities in charge
of the work say that red and green
show up better.
Possible so, possibly not! Song and
eolors together, let us decide about
'hem before we grow anv irger. And
vet, is not the ipiestioning of certain
traditions, by the student body. h\ the
aluiuni, by the people of the state, a
sign, a distinct and unmistakable sign
of growth? The paths of retrospec
tion of great universities are hedged
deep with discarded traditions Happy
is the institution which can prune its
traditions, keeping on \ the living and
away with a 45 yard ruu’ only to be
downed by the safety, and again in
the last quarter when a fumble gave
them possession of the ball on the Ag
gie ten yard line, but it was lost on
dow'ns when the Lemon-Yellow failed
to batter through for a touchdown.
Oregon Punting Good
The punting end of the game in
which Oregon was doped to lose out,
resulted contrary to expectations, as
two of Gill’s boots were blocked, one
going for an Oregon touchdown, while
all of Chapman’s kicks went for long
gains, with the O. A. C. receiver al
ways downed in his tracks.
The game came out exactly as all
Oregon students knew it would, and
with this clean-cut hard-fought vic
tory behind us, let’s begin preparing
for the final and crucial clash of the
season, the University of Washington
game on Thanksgiving day.
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