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About Oregon daily emerald. (Eugene, Or.) 1920-2012 | View Entire Issue (Nov. 26, 1922)
OREGON SUNDAY EMERALD Member of Pacific Intercollegiate Prase Association _ j Kenneth Youel Lyle Janz Editor Manager •--—----—--- ‘ i Official publication of the Associated Student* of the University at Oregon, issued daily except Monday, during the college year. __ ERNEST HAYCOX, Sunday Editor George H. Godfrey, Managing Editor_ Features: Jessie Thompson, Earl Voorhies, Katherine WatsoD, Arthur Rudd, Edwin Fraser, Ep Hoyt, Margaret Skavlan, Francis Linklater, Katherine Spall. ___j General Writers: Clinton Howard, Eddie Smith, Raelmel ChefGm. o This Freedom Bunk Individual development and individual expression—by these man ners we grow; the intrinsic thoughts we have, and the momentary unguarded, and spontaneous utterances we let slip are the best and most genuine part of us. All the outer forces we come in,contact with and all the restrictions we are subjected to have only the function of maturing and tempering the original gifts and the original per sonality we possess. But sooner or later we come into a sharp and definite contact with the irritating resistance known as the social group. Irritating be cause, with all the sediment of social custom and formula drifted over men during the last few' thousand years, we still have individual traits that protest and rebel at being curbed or modified. Many, many people will not allow this curbing or modifying. They go off, and as best they can in a complicated and interdepen dent world, hold themselves free and aloof. They work absolutely for themselves, or they live in pseudo garrets and are bohemian, or they mass up a tidy sum of money and invest it in non-taxable municipals and live in club houses, or they become hermits, or self centered flitters, or they are floaters, derelicts, dependents, and crooks of all varying sorts. t There’s millions of them and the shade of their social indiffer ence ranges from not subscribing to the Saturday Evening Post on \ down to murder, bigamy and barratry. The question is, how much justification have they on their side? And, far more important, how much satisfaction do they derive in being there? Well, frankly, no man is at his best, no man feels the lifting surge of exultation when he oidy operates on a quarter or a half of his capacities; and the whole system of life, as it is now organized and appears to be still further organizing, is to prevent any man from ex ercising his full powers unless they be in the service of the whole neighborhood, the whole state, the whole nation. It’s a curious thing: we razzberry the pennyweight and lacklus tre public offices, yet few men will refuse them. And once in, the office holder’s mind slowly shifts to the ‘public duty’ complex. There is an immense amount of bunk in the desire for personal freedom. Some flee to the farthest ends of the earth to escape human society, and all they have as a reward is their own, mononous and unending company. Everlasting solitude and non-cooperation begets a sort of futility. It is only an occasional Whitman or a Thoreau who thrives on a large amount of it. Wo are built with capacities for service; we are sheltered and protected by the collected labor of all the world gone before; and the whole lesson of living, if there be any lesson, seems to point to our picking up the burden as we see it, and carrying along. It is a duty; but more than a duty, it. appears to be the surest and most solid way to that fragile, evanescent thing known as happiness. Send a Man North It seems that every year a goodly representation of Oregon people attend the Oregon Washington game at Seattle. This season five hundred students, alumnae, and Oregonians in general will sii in the Lemon Yellow section. Why not have the yell king go up and or ganize that five hundred during the garnet The A. S. 1’. O. says it can’t afford to send a man up. McClain, at the Co-op, says he has donated $2.50 as the beginning of a twenty five dollar expense fund for the yell leader to make the trip. Now you Oregon boosters go around to the Co-op and chip in a quarter. Send Hoscbraugh to Seattle. Happiness? “Those who have got beyond the childish belief that happiness is the end and aim of existence, and is actually attainable in this stage of it who have learned by the discipline of adversity and disappointment that the gram! object of life is the development of character, while happiness is only the occasioul, incidental attendant of its pursuit w ill read tin' following story with an appreciate in terest which only such education can ofi’ord.”—From the “The Voy ages of a Merchant Navigator in 1801.” Here, indeed, is a remote voice, crying out a belief that is far sterner than anything our prophets and spokesmen utter today. Woof-Woof! “The case of the Oregon eleven is an easy one to handle. Oregon has played no teams of real power this year, having their big test when they meet Washington. It is very doubtful if the Oregon team can hold the Huskies to two touchdowns, much less win.”—Daily Californian. The Southern Hear, overfed with male cow meat, utters sluggish, complacent grunts. Now walks tenderly the purse-bellied turkey, and with every fresh step he comes closer to that sweet oblivion awaiting us all. If he could only see himself on the platter he’d be proud of death. Poems SEA POEMS By Walter Evans Kidd 1. SEA COINS FALLING I have seen tall masts, slim prows and storm-wise ships Go out or come to anchor near the quay; I have heard the beat of blue trans lucency And seaman spin their tales and bluster quips; I have tasted salt of tide-winds on my ^ps And know the smell of half-moon sil vered sea And felt the ocean urge continually. . I have gathered many coins on many trips. My sails now dream in harbor and I stay Down in the lonely confines of my' boat; With even silence drawn about my throat I count my treasures over night and day. The sea coins falling make me wise and sad s For there were richer coins I might have had. II. HARBOR-DAWN The muffled flap of sails unfurled, white To share the sea-wind’s blue adventur ing The indomitable whir of , wings an flight Above the old tides cautious echoing Are prescient of the stirring hour of day The hour when swaggering feet of fisher-folk Quarrel with the unspent silence on the quay ! Then come farewells, and nothing more is spoke. I Out of the dark depths of the grey night’s eyes ! A sudden spurt of clean light cuts its way Across the high mastheads and ocean skies, | Across the billows spitting subtle spray. [Out from the harbor all the boats have gone ' On distant voyages near transient dawn. — III. HARBOR—DUSK j Evening: the harbor blurs with purple light And sails that have so lately known the breeze ‘Of ocean-slant put in from drowsy seas. Gulls lift slow-moving wings in nest ward flight And seamen laugh and spin their latest tales The while they draw in nets beneath the stars. Now silvery hums the twilight with guitars i And children dance in rings. The surf-wind fails. The surf-wind fails. The anchored vessels hold Their masts against the pendant stars j that burn About the Night’s black throat. Now hutward turn 1’he tired sea-folk, work done and tales all told. . . To drift in dream-barques through goodnight lagoons 1 And make the ports of call in cryptic moons. SEA MOODS By A. J. 11 followed the sun 'till the red disk set : Ear beyond the sea from a sky of jet; And out of the dark, a dim light grew And the sea writhed under shafts it threw. (The sun was hid where the dark clouds fold Over the cliff in a swoon the sea rolled; White-caps danced on the sea’s far brim And a sentinel tree bent tattered and grim. THANKSGIVING in tln> home should mean flowers in the home— they breathe the very spirit of an earnest Thanksgiving. And on the table at the Thanks giving feast they help to bring beauty to the occasion. Let us furn ish you with your holi day flowers. We can pack to ship almost any distance or telegraph your order anvwhere. fX71 1 I Three waves stood on the Ocean's crest, Three sighs came from my tortured j breast, Three birds, homing, flew to their j nest. _ SPRIGS O’ CATNIP J. M. T. The professor Sits at the table As one presiding over a banquet. He serves us with questions In strange dishes. Or no, he is not the founder of the feast. He is a magician; A parlor magician; He takes rabbits out of his hat. This is all very well, but He expects us to take rabbits out of his hat, also. How are we going to take Rabbits out of somebody else’s hat? Wilkie, this isn’t fair. You know it isn’t. SPRING *SALLIES !For a beginning to the slams Among these Sprightly Sallies, We’d like to say we don’t approve Of the man who pigs at rallies. * • • OH, PERFESSUH! The grave professor— Down the walk He trod along sedately Resolved to flunk Those frivolous souls Who broke his thoughts so stately , ■ With their most foolish, fresh, “Hel lo ’s.” (That WISE professor! There he goes. I - Mandolin for sale. Call Sunday af ternoon at 1562 E. 13th street, or phone : 865-R. Rrice very reasonable. 118- N-26. STARTING MONDAY Till We Meet Again __ sjj_t LA Wm.ChngrC«t«mM nODDCTIOIf Ma* Mass* A Play of Tense Moments and Nerve Tingling Thrills MAE MARSH The Sarah Benhardt of the screen in the greatest imper sonation of her career, which lias known only the highest achievements. She holds your heart in the palm of her small hand! She makes you laugh and cry! She makes you tingle with de light. pulse in anger, chill with fear, throb with joy! HARRY REED at the MORTON FOX NEWS AL ST. JOHN in two reels of merriment Next Attraction WESLEY BARRY in his new great hit “RAGS TO RICHES’’ IKiBliilH Exclusive—but not expensive Ribbed Wool Sox 75c Beautiful heather wools, firmly knit—just the right sock for chill November days. Other qualities 55c to $1.75 Green Merrell Co. men’s wear “One of Eugene’s best stores” ■liauiioiiiiiiHiiiiBiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiHiiiiniiHiiiniiiiiaiiiiBiiiiiaiiiinniiiBiiBiiiiniiiiiniiKBiBiiiniiiiiBiBiBiiBiiiiiB HEILIG, Wed, Dec. 6 THE SEASON'S EXTRAORDINARY EVENT ■COLD. DIGGERS 7Ke Famous QOMEDy £y AVER.V HOPWOOD , WiTH A DISTINGUISHED BELASCO CAST AFTER ITS PHENOMENAL RUN AT THE LYCEUM THEATRE. NEW YORK It’s Airy, Sparkling and Mysterious—A Delicious, Fresh, Regal and Humorous Comedy. Same distinguished Balesco Company after 2 solid years Lyceum Theatre, New York, 5 months Pow ers Theatre, Chicago. Never in the history of the theatre has any attraction met with greater success. /How to Secure Tickets by Mail Now—Address letters, checks, 'postoffice money orders to Heilig Thearte. Inclose self-ad dressed stamped envelope to help insure safe return. Prices Including War Tax—Entire lower floor. $2.75; balcony, first 3 rows, $2.20; next 3 rows, $1.65; next 3 rows, $1.10; last 4 rows, 85c. mm} TWO YEARS * CONTINUOUS WHISPER it along: to Dad that a Remington Portable would make an ideal Christmas Gift , “The Standard Key Board Portable” OFFICE MACHINERY & SUPPLY CO. (Over Western Union) It’s Great to BeYoung So the Poets Sung Rut you're going to miss a whole lot of fun if you’re down town in the evening and fail to stop in The Rainbow with its gay lights, laughter, and teeming college life. Why it's a very part of the life that you're living. Established for years here we’ve especially catered to students, their fancies, their whims and their tastes. Your last thought as the clock hands creep toward twelve should be to wind up the evening at The Rainbow Herm Burgoyne E. A. C. S.