OREGON SUNDAY EMERALD
Member of Pacific Intercollegiate Press Association
Kenneth Youel Uyle Janz
Editor ____Manager
Official publication of the Associated Students of the University of Oregon, issued daily ■
except Monday, during the college year. _
ERNEST HAYCOX, Sunday Editor__
George H. Godfrey, Managing Editor.Marvin Blaha, Associate Editor j
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.
Good Pay for Good Men
_
The reason that football coaches and other athletic coaches get
more money than the usual run of college professors is, as a rule,
because they are worth more. This is not a new thought by any
means and it has long ago been advanced more clearly than this
editorial can hope to. Yet in view of the constant and heavy attacks
that are now being made upon the whole regime of athletics, it will
bear repeating.
The coach has to mold a group of men, some willing, some unwil
ling, some unruly, some slack, some energetic; he has to whip out of
the mass of human flesh a small compact fighting squad. He has
to impart to these men the very essence of his strategy and thinking.
He is compelled to deal with human natur e in its raw state. He has
to fire reluctant individuals up to the pitches of fighting and courage
and self sacrifice. Hd has once again to rehearse, in a sense, the
mqst elemental qualities that we, as a race possess; and while it is
easy to say that the physical part of a man’s body is far inferior
to his mental equipment, yet it is not easy in any sense to bring the
best of our physical heritage to the front, to raise it to a white hot
pitch, and to keep it there throughout a season.
Now what does the coach stand to gain and to lose? Well, if
he wins his games he is lauded, called the hero of the school, and
is given another year’s purchase on his profession. But if he loses
he is given the wide and open gate—to find another job. There is
no mercy, no clemency granted to him. He stands in the glare of
much publicity, savage and keen publicity. Truly, his is a case of
the survival of the fittest, and it does not take many bad seasons
to put him out of his chosen profession forever.
It is not so with the average professor. He is not under so keen
a scrutiny. If he makes a mistake he can cover it up. If he is a
poor lecturer, has a faulty memory, is slipshod in research, he can get
by a a series of subterfuges. If he grows old, there is often a kind
school that finds some safe and secure job for him. He does not
throw his whole life, his whole set of energies, his whole chance of a
future into a dozen men, afresh each season. There is for him no
high gamble of profession. There is not for him the unreasoning and
exasperated criticism, the sudden, sharp and revealing criticism
which is the lot of the coach. _
The mortality rate is high. Many throw their life into this pro
fession, and after the passage of years have nothing to show. Others
go on to glory. Why shouldn’t the pay be high? The survivors are
good men; the best we have.
Don’t Beef
The following is for those here in this school who some day ex
pect to justify their education:
“Don’t let us complain of things or persons, or the indifference
of a country occupied in the making of money, but simply say to
ourselves: These are the things and persons through which and
with which we have to work, and by influencing them or managing
them or forcing them the aim must be maintained.”
—Jowett, of Balliol. i
Not Only In Politics
“-politics arc full of walking skeletons with labels attached.
Once they were men to whom politics were the conflict of human
feelings, an enlargement on a great scale of those expansions of
affection, of ideas and pleasures shared, of help given and received
which make the best part of lmmanlife. But someone came one day
and attached a label to them; ever afterward they were expected to
illustrate what was written on that label, and if they departed from
it they were thought to be men of no principle; and so they became
mere lines in some parallelogram of forces, all principles and no
viscera. ’ ’ —Sidebotham.
And As for Women?
“The best claim that a college education can possibly make on
your respect, the best thing that it can aspire to accomplish for you,
is this; that it should help you to know a good man when you see
him.” —James.
Nobody would have expected Schopenhauer to accept the Santa
Claus myth, so why expect the university student to adopt the poodle
dog haircut of our city youth?
The greatest pressures belbw heaven are the economic pressures;)
the lack of two bones has kept many an ardent pigger at home on
Saturday night.
“Nine Pins to Make a Man!”
By Clinton Howard
When anyone by chance talks of
platonism these days, everyone outside
of the immediate, inner and sacrosanct
circle, where it is popularly supposed
that eyebrows “year by year, in every
way, grow higher and higher” lift their
own low brows.
It has been somewhere remarked that
the reason for the exclusiveness of our
most exclusive “circles” is that if out
siders were admitted indiscriminately
they would soon find out how stupid
the holders of the seats of *the promi
nent really were, and thus put an end
to all respect for position unearned, as
did the Goths when they pulled the
beard of yje most senior of the senile
Boman senators.
In reality there is little difference
between the philosophy of the common
herd and that of the learned masti
cator of mental delicacies. It’s words
—that’s all. We all live in the same
land of illusion and worship the same
Goddess of Make-Believe, and whether
we call it platonism or just our own
pet idea, matters but little. The man
who wears the flat hat in the college
world and the man who handles the
pickaxe in the ditches of the country
—both are illusionists; the one is un
der the illusion that he is a hard-boiled
workingman, and the other is under the
illusion that he is a typical eollege man
with the fraternity dance, the brother’s
dress suit and the inevitable woman on
his mind. That is why he wears a flat
hatl
“My dear, he belongs to nine so
cieties-.” How often have we heard
that snatch of conversation between
two of the feminine—or in the mascu
line gender, “Gosh, he sports nine pins
-.” And everyone is immediately
under the illusion that he must be a
great man! He may deserve it, prob
ably does, but more pins do not guar
antee it, and lie may be fit only to
draw down pay as a jewelry display
agent.
Frequenters of masculine society
have probably often heard the con
fession from someone honest enough to
own up, because the event in question
is now long past, that they were a
“goof” in their freshman year, that
they didn’t wear that, and probably
that when they first came to college,
they shaved with only the usual
necessities, whereas now they re
quire a half a dozen bottles, boxes
and cans of thw and that. And
now that they have learned to shave
in a civilized manner, to dress properly,
to smoke a pipe,' to wear a flat hat, or
a dunce cap if the fashion demands it,
and to firmly repress all signs of ability
to carry on an intelligent conversation,
they are full-fledged “College men,”
to be entrusted with the “safety, hon
or and welfare of our nation.” He is,
TO TAKE 27 HOURS WORK
Mattie Carr, Oldest Student in Uni
versity, Holds Exceptional
Grades
“I’m wondering how I’m going to
get in 27 hours this term and still
have time,” Mrs. Mattie I. Carr, oldest
student in the University, said very
jovially.
Mrs. Carr is planning to take 27
hours University work besides teach
ing in the afternoon. She carried 16
full hours last term with an exception
ally high average.
Mrs. Carr is very spry and energetie
in spite of her 57 years. She has a
splendid sense of humor and enjoys all
campus activities, she says.
To-night
“Ashamed
of Paris”
with an all-star cast
-also
1 Reel comedy
“MIXED PICKLES”
First show starts at 6 and
runs continuous
BELL
Theatre
Springfield, Oregon
under that illusion and all his friends !
and family with him. They expect him
to develop certain characteristics in
college or they anxiously regard him j
as not normal. There is that type of
college man a^ Oregon.
There is another type too, in the col
lege. He suffers generally, from the
illusion to be derived from either too
much traveling or too secluded a home
life. He has seen more of the world
than is good for him at his mental age
in life, and has somewhat carried off
the impression that he is a man of the
world, or else has lived too long in
the artificial atmosphere of the home.
“Home-keeping- wits are dull,” but
dullness may result from an over
sharpening contact with the world, as
well. He is no more to blame than his
brother of the flat hat. He is the sort
who comes here to “get an education.”
“I’m not one of these college men”
he says, with a slight smirk, and al
though he does not say it aloud in so
many words, he tells himself that he
is a “goof” and he glories in the fact.
He is generally to be seen in compan
ionable and clubby places at certain
hours, bragging and given to too much
cigarette smoking. Too, he is generally
the enemy, or at least an indifferent
observer to the traditional customs of
the campus. He refuses to be “looked
down upon” or in any way to partake
of anything in common with the “t<a- >
hounds who come to college for a good j
time, and because they were sent.” A
last remark of identification of this
second illusionist is that he writes a
resume of his opinions for the college
paper, while his tea-hound brother
sleeps, desperately hoping to make up
in five hours of sleep, for four hours
overtime dancing.
So we come again to our two little
circles of illusionists, both formed by
the love of companionship among those
of kindred weaknesses. These two cir
cles, in the sermonizing manner of the
movies are the “root of all evil” in
many institutions, and, magnified, in
the industrial life of the country to
day.
Ho, to the war! The dollar and a half
shaving brush arrayed against the five
dollar bristle-set brush and six tin cans!
The fussy dowd, nose to nose with the
charming milady in silks and satins.
And may we not hope that there are
still a few “sensible” persons in the
world who may stand off and enjoy
this eternal tussle, always shouting,
with the ferocity of the chorus in the
ancient Greek tragedy, or with the
comedy of Lewis Carrol’s Alice in
Wonderland, exclaiming “Goof and
cake-eater, goof and cake-eater, goof
and-! ”
AT HEILTG
There is a new photoplay at the
Heilig theatre this week that will ap
peal to every one. It is a film drama
tization of Booth Tarkington’s famous
story, “The Flirt,” with which thous
ands are familiar, as the book was one
of the best sellers of its period.
A smile in time saves a for
introduction.
—THE FLIRT
I It's a wise Jane that keeps
’em yearning.
—THE FLIRT
--—
A little incense now and
then is relished by the best
of men.
—THE FLIRT
—A store that has never told you an untruth
and never will—
Did You Ever Go Into a Store for a Good
Buy—and Get the “Go Buy”?
Did you ever answer an advertisement expecting to get
a handout—and get it handed to you?
If you have ever been nipped on a poor bargain—here
is a storeful of values for tomorrow that will return your
faith in human nature.
If men’s wear bears the Green-Merrell label
you "know its right—
Green Merrell Co.
men’s wear
“One of Eugene’s best stores” .
Unitarianism
Just how does it differ from Orthodoxy?
It presents a new spiritual triangle in
place of that offered by the old creeds.
This distinction will be drawn in the ser
mon at the Unitarian Church today by
Frank Fay Eddy, pastor.
Soloist—Robert McNight
€JYOU are cordially invided to the morning
services at 10:45 o’clock
“TYPE THEM”
Can you read your notes when they are cold? If you
can’t, pity the poor Prof., also pity yourself when you
see the Scandal Sheet.
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Who Said Lonesome?
-time drags for those who let it. If you are
willing to sit around all evening, don’t let us
stop you.
But if you want to get the best out of Sunday
evening we can help you. For your benefit we
have a Sunday evening chicken dinner, over
flowing with good things to eat. Come where
the gang is,enjoy the companionship of the gang.
Dinner at 5:30.
Ye Campa Shoppe
HERSH TAYLOR