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About Oregon daily emerald. (Eugene, Or.) 1920-2012 | View Entire Issue (Jan. 14, 1923)
OREGON SUNDAY EMERALD Member of Pacific Intercollegiate Fqn Association Kenneth Yonel Lyle Janz Editor__Manager Official publication of the Associated Students of the University of Oregon, issued daily except Monday, during the college year. ERNEST HAY COX, 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. Live Stuff Whenever anyone speaks of the spiritual needs of college students we instinctively shrink. It isn’t so much that we’re afraid of spirit ual things, but rather because the men who usually talk of this in tangible quality know so little about it and treat it in such a mawkish and forward manner. There’s an infinite amount of bunk hurled at us from over the deadlights of the Assembly on Thursday mornings; we are the leaders of tomorrow, and it behooves us to possess strong spiritual qualities; or we must look a stricken wrorld in the face and gird on our righteous armor of truth and moral courage and do battle with the seven sins ; or heaven knows only what is wrong and what we must do to right the wrong. Half baked men with half baked phil osophy are the ones who are most prominent in expressing them selves this wise. It is not to be thought that we college students are a bunch of dumb Doras possessing no leaven of “spirituality” (May I be under stood in using that term!). In our own manner we struggle after a certain sort of truth and a certain kind of standard of living. To anyone who sincerely drops a hint now and then which eases or clears our path we render gratitude. But the thing is: we are capable, through some manner, of de tecting a fraud as far as we see oiNhear him. If we have nothing else we have keen ear and eyesight. We judge the men who stand be fore us, and we can tell whether it is the usual and common uttered platitude or whether it is something better. After Thursday’s assembly there were more men and women commenting favorably on the speaker than lias been the case during the last year or more. This is not meant to be a usual kindly pufl of a speaker; it is intended to convey, in a certain sense, the distinct appreciation of sincerity when we have the rare opportunity to fee! and hear it. There is an immense amount of bunk in lecturing on the subjects that Mr. Wilson treats of. He, however, seemed to strike the Oregoi students fairly and rvliolly. He—and this is so rare is lectures—mad< the connection between his subject and his audience vital enough t< keep us interested. We have no time for frauds or mediocrities; bu we did have time for Mr. Wilson. And we will always have tim< and attention for any man who actually brings some fresh clear cur rent of thought or emotion into our daily life. We are not the irreverent and slangy people that some Avould havi ns. Only, we detest fraud and pretense and gabble and platitudes We get enough of that in our day by day living. Queer, Queer People Day by day, in every way we grow nuttier and nuttier! Whei will the Americans quit giving ear and shelter to a flock of Englisl and Continental tinhorn peddlers of shopworn ideas? First it’s tliirc rate English novelists and writers of lukewarm critical essays; thei it's wild-eyed Russian dancers who tell us we have no soul (thaul heaven!); then it’s a menagerie of French tigers and wildcats anc tame cats, all militarists whose mental clocks stopped ticking whei the first gun of the World War boomed; now it’s a fellow from £ French town about the size of Wendling who wants to sell us or auto-suggestion. Oh, Chee wiss! They certainly must think we’re easy! We certainly are. Don’t Be Too Refined! “The scholar's honor, his justice of heart and mind, and his proud shyness are great possessions to carry through life, but they are not a complete equipment for* (life), lie needs an inner force to drive and create, or some strong influence without, if he is to mold events. Scholarship tends to be barren, or, if it has kittens, it usually eats them out of shyness. It makes minds like clocks, finished pieces of mechanism, but nevertheless useless until they are wound up, and sometimes, perversely, it forgets to provide a keyhole.” (Side botham’s essay on Herbert Asquith.) Philosophy More and more it seems to us that philosophy as an organized study belongs exclusively to men who have failed to achieve their major interests in life and must have some sort of scaffolding to build up in explanation of that failure. To make it plainer, philosophy be longs to most men over forty years of age. Why then foist it off on young people who still have hopes they may succeed, and who need all their energies to accomplish a few utilitarian and practical things before the age of speculation overtakes them? If. on registration day.some of our instructors wouldn’t keep bankers’ hours we’d get registered a lot faster and with infinitely less congestion. It is not fair for a professor to keep twenty people waitirtsr until ten in the morninsr or until two nftor Innoh Poetry By Wilkia Nelson Collins STILL, STILL! By B. B. * 1. I She is the light I That announces day; i The dew That be-jewels night. i She is the joy The one brief delight; .The star, The hope’s steadfast buoy r Still, still, II wait for thee. Still, still, I wait for thee. It is your voice that I hear Your smile that I see Daily within my heart And wherever my fancies dart. But you, Do you wait tool “Yes, too!” For whom ” “For you— And each day I wait a new I—for you—for you.” O how within my heart These ever truant fancies start! III. It rains! Come, let us at once to the brook, love— There where the oak trees thirstily drink their fill .In the dusk and the rain and the air so still We will watch this wonder that comes from above. And as we watch it—O lovely one— Bared unto thee shall my heart become; Soft, soft, like a lute-string’s chord set free. I Ah, hope, that revives with the rain for thee! IV. / With sudden abruptness the darkness is broken; A livid sheath of the lightning is glow I , ing’ I Startled, I check my roaming, and stand Where the brook past the oak trees is flowing. So from the depths of my deepest be ing Hope startles up with a bound that is gri> . ing. * I stand in the dusk of mirrored fate I Struck with the pang of my love’s conceiving. V. In the vale where you walked today, , In the brook that has quit its play, Like cloud-groups up in the sky 1 White mounds of the snow-drift lie. And high on a mound apart, In the innermost realm of my heart, You sit in the drifts of my love Like a cloud-group there above. VI. Still, still, I wait for thee. : Still, still, I wait for thee. It is your voice that I hear i Your smile that I see Daily within my heart And wherever my fancies dart. But you, Do you wait tool “Yes, too!” For whom? “For you— And each day I wait a new I—-for you—for you.” Q how within my heart These ever truant fancies start! THE QUARTERMASTER From the Nautical Magazine, Glasgow Keen-eyed to watch the compass—or the mate, Blow to pay deference and quick for pranks, ] Capable, careless, smart. His captain^ ! —cranks; And mates—old women given to pom pous prate. He cheeks them all; but holds the bow in eye, Nurses the wheel, ignores the lubber line, j Cheeks with light touch “her” swerv ings when it’s fine, Or grapples gamely when a gale is high. He knows how whimsical his ship can be, How he must humour her to keep control— HEILIG THEATRE—NexU Wed. Jan. 17th -— matinee and night, seats on sale tues._ ^ ou can order seats by mail now—E. J. Carpenter offers the cartoon MUSICAL COMEDY ON HIS VACATION • - Prices including- the War Tax—Matinee 50c and 75c ■MBMUMNight 83c, $1.10 and $1.65mmmi Anticipates her coming plunge or roll, Gived her her head but holds the mastery. And profiting by wisdom of the sort Works the same tactics with the girls in port. BOB WHITE Thru the soft stillness of a summer’s1 eve | A night bird calls, his quaint “bob white” Echoing over hill and dale Till the plowman hearing, knows his day of toil Is almost ended, and answering back into the twilight With a quaint “bob white” Turns his weary team toward home, and rest. OLD SEA INNS Walter Evans Kidd What ancient memories hang about each rafter Of ocean-inns that are become as ghosts, What thoughts of flapping cards and seamen’s laughter; What clink of cups in hands of guests and hosts? Something remembered from the days •f yore Returns to haunt them'when the dusk hour fails, - « The clank of swords and crash of chairs on floor, The groan of scuttle ships and moan of gales. Something remains to make them mind ful yet Of treasure-chests: dim maps, rare jewels, old coins; Of tall spars gleaming in the late sun set; Of moonlit surf around the old pier’s loins. Perchance, John Silver blustering salty, tales Of secret trips, gold chests and pirate ! sails. Theatres REX Appearing in one of the strongest sea pictures ever screened, Dorothy Dalton and Jack Holt, featured players, will be seen in Paramount’s “On the High Seas” at the Rex theater Monday and Tuesday. The action opens on an ocean liner, which is wrecked and the ; principal players are saved in a leaky boat when almost dead from thirst and exhaustion, run upon a derelict which is deserted save for a black kitten, all on board having died from a plague. CASTLE There’s a caution for girls voiced, in “A Daughter of Luxury,” Agnes i Ayres new Paramount picture coming to the Castle theater tomorrow and Tu esday. It is to never believe you rec- 1 ognize a gentleman friend on the street by the set or size or shape of his shoul ders. If you do, you are liable to get fooled as Mary Fenton, the role played [ by Miss Ayres, did. Mary sees a man on the street whose shoulders (he has his back to her) look familiar. What happened the picture thrillingly shows. HEILIG Twenty-five hundred years ago they sawed a lady in half and baffled Ionia. The trick has baffled millions of peo ple since then. The stunt will be a mystery until it is exposed at the Hei-1 lig theater, beginning Monday. The! Heilig has secured “The Expose of Sawing a Lady in Half” for the pur pose of satisfying the curiosity of its patrons, who have all asked the same question—How is it donef “Father on His Vacation,” the new comedy with music, based on the ever popular comics by George McManus, will be the next stellar attraction at the Heilig theater Wednesday, matinee j and night. All the famous characters,! including the beloved Jiggs, Maggie,: his termagent wife; Dinty and the rest 1 of the Mahoney clan will be seen in the flesh. A large and capable company j has been engaged and in addition to innovations and other features not to be found in the common run of offer ings, a number of unsurpassing novel ties and original ingredients will be 1 provided. All in all it is a typical “Fa ther” production. Get the Classified Ad habit. 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