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About Oregon daily emerald. (Eugene, Or.) 1920-2012 | View Entire Issue (Jan. 28, 1923)
MANY COLLEGE STUDENTS MISDIRECTED IS CLAIM EDUCATION IS NOT REAL MOTIVE, SAYS DARTMOUTH HEAD Vision and Broadness Aim of Colleges —Limiting of Enrollment is Modern Problem A serious warning is better uttered in the press of the country. That warn ing is directed to the half million young men and women who are yearly attend ing colleges of higher education, says Dr. Hopkins, President of Dartmouth College. It is ao directed because the leading educators feel too many stu dents are entering college for less worthy motives than to secure an edu cation. “It would be incompatible with all the conceptions of democracy to as sume that the privilege 6f higher edu cation should be restricted to any class defined by the accident of birth or by the fortuitous circumstances of possessing wealth,” says Dr. Hopkins. “But there i3 such a thing as an aris tocracy of brain, made up of men in tellectually alert and intellectually eager to whom increasingly the oppor tunities of higher education ought to be restricted.” Unfortunately intellectual hypocricy and its complement, intellectual smug ness are not sufficiently infrequent even within college halls. Dr. Faunce, president of Brown Uni versity, holds that “All the young men who want education ought to have it. But the vast majority of them would profit far more by some other kind of education than that given by the tradi tional American college. Every man should be educated, but only a minority are mentally or morally benefitted by seclusion for four years within the gates of the American colleges.” It is something to think about. These educators are doing more than talk about their convictions. They are putting them into effect at their uni versities. Brown university this year refused admittance to 100 'men. The new class numbers 350 students as com pared with 418 the year bofore. That university required the passing of two psychological tests before the admittance of any student. It was forced to this stand because of the many who yearly came for other rea sons than study. Breadth of vision and mastery are what students should acquire in college. Vision broad enough to view not only the present but the possible future, mastery of the subject so that it may bo carried through to success. “WEARY FEET” ORGANIZE College Men who Have Bummed One Thousand Miles Eligible University of Nevada, Jan, 27.—The Sundowners of the Sagobrush is the appellation of a vagrant society of twolve men organized recently at the University of Nevada. The only re quirement for a candidate to bo eligible “bummed his way” by land or sea at least ono thousand miles. Ernie Pyle, an Indiana University student, is presi dent, having “bummed his way” 25, 000 miles with Iloosier athletic teams. The Straggler By E. J. H. Coming around a sharp curve of the track I found myself near the approach of a long bridge. I stopped and shifted the weight of my pack, wondering if I could make it across before the passenger came along, and half disposed to try; I had very nearly persuaded myself to go on when the whistle of the train came to me from behind and shortly afterward a thin breathless wavery voice from somewhore nearby. “ Don't try it—you ’ll be killed—train cornin’—wait an’ follow it over.” I turned and for a moment could see no one; then a slight stir focused my eyes on an insignificant figure crouched, half hidden, behind a gray boulder. I had walked right by him, within ten feet, without seeing him. But he was so color less and so quiet that one wouldn’t or dinarily have seen Him any sooner than they would have noticed a field mouse behind a gray clod of earth. One insig nificant detail blended into another—-a tattered hat, faded watery blue eyes, a draggled, drooping gray moustache, dyed brown on the inner fringes from tobacco juice, ragged clothes of some nondescript stuff, a pair of ripped, run-over shoes— then I saw the hands and the rest of him faded away. All his life, all his personality were written plainly on them, a long, long saga of toil and drudgery. They were pitifully misshapen and creas ed and calloused and warped out of all proportion to the rest of his body, dark swollen rheumatic hands. I crossed over, dumped my pack and sat down stiffly. “Hot,” I commented. “Any chewin'!" He fumbled in a pocket. “Nawthin’ but this here Six Brothers—dunno what sort of chewin’ it makes—weak fer smok in’—maybe you kin smoke it—dunno— try—” His talk trailed off to an inde terminate, indecisive end and he handed me a dingy package of cheap tobacco. Those hands again; somehow I couldn’t reconcile them to the man, for they seem ed so infinitely stronger fhan he ever could be; they possessed so much more personality. “Whore y’ goin’?” he asked me with a timid curiosity. “Oh, North. Where’re you goin’?” “Reedsport—I guess. There’s work there—leastwise they says there is—I dunno—hope so—I’m ’bout broke.” He was fumbling around in another pocket and finally produced a broken-stemmed pipe that ho stuffed full of that weak, vile tobacco. “Gotta match?” The day was clear and the sun fell on the river with a shower of sparkling rays. Far away stretched the farther bank. A faint odor of salt sea air came with the vagrant breeze which occasion ally sallied into the hot gully where we sat. “Lord, but she's great today,” I said. I was twenty-one and the open road was before me and life seemed filled with nothing but a succession of just such glorious days. I filled my chest with the air. “She’s groat!” “. . . .Stayed in Marshfield most all winter,”—it was the old man mumbling half-heartedly,—“workod on at th’ box factory fer a spell, then she closed down.” “Wish I had a boat and some fishing Two University Deans By Clinton Howard Take ono-third artist, a third exocu ftive, and ftnbther third man of vision, tspriukK with hard common souse, add a dash of reason, and you have au ideal college dean. Double every ingredient in the above recipe, and you have two university loaders—Dean Ellis E. Lawrence of the school of architecture and allied arts of the University of dregon, and Dean Erie W. Allen of the Oregon school of journalism. The Oregou school of journalism is nationally recognized for its efficiency. The school of arehi-1 feature ranks equally high. Recently | Dean Allen was elected president of the American Association of Schools and Departments of Journalism. Both these important departments of the University of Oregon were founded in 11*12, with Professor Lawrence and Professor Allen in charge, respectively. To work for ten years—and then to lose much by fire is not a cheering ex perience, and yet that has been the re-! cent trial of both Dean Vilen and Dean Lawrence. In the summer after the college year of 1921-22, fire destroyed the larger part of the physical plant of both schools. And then the deans, standing figuratively knee-deep among the ashes, promptly packed up and moved back to their old structures— the school of architecture to the small, brick annex, and the school of jour nalism to the "shack,” a building not unlike the "portable” attached to many of our city grammar schools. Dean Lawrence and his students doubled up a little bit; a room here and another there, with the temporary use of rooms in other buildings on the campus, and all was well. But right here a bit of description of the two deans is in place. Corn colored but graying hair, mild blue eyes, and the face of a scholar, Dean Lawrence strikes one at first glance as au inter esting person, and this first impression is retained, lie is a man of enthu siasm ami vision. He desires to do his part in improving the architecrure of the period, and to make the Oregon school of architecture a suitable tool in the accomplishment of this purpose; he is seeking to re-create the spirit of the guild system so that worker as well as architect may create. ‘‘We would give much to bring back the craftsmanship of the Middle Ages to each individual workman ou our buildings,” he says. Notre Dame, the famous cathedral of Paris, for in stance, one of the achievements of the Middle Ages, is the product of the craftsmanship of the workers. In those days every workman was not only a workman, he was a craftsman as well. Into those medieval cathedrals they wove not only the plan and pat tern of the architect, but also their own ideas—expressions of mind and ideals and fancy. Each workman carved as his instinct guided him and so were produced the gargoyles, the wonderful carvings, design and treat- j meat, and the wonderful tracery in j stone which graces the Gothic ca thedral. Dean Allen is a man of medium height, with a genial, albeit slightly worried, expression. 'Whether the dean is chasing the elusive golf ball over the fairway, or whether he is busy to the last degree in the very midst of an editorial conference, he is always on j the qui vive. Dean Alien looks into j the future to help plot the path of a better journalism. He is a practical man with a vision of what is necessary in the progress of the newspaper and to him must be given much credit for the phenomenal growth and advance of the Oregon school of journalism. “The problems of journalism can never be disconnected from the delem mas that confront society as a whole, and every newspaper office decision arises in some way from, and has a, ’reactive effect upon, economic and so cial forces that operate within the com munity at large,” he says. “In per fect society good journalism would be easy, yet he who proposes to reform society as a necessary precedent to de \ eloping a better journalism is lost to all sense of proportion. The very func tion of good journalism is to work toward a better society. The news paper is to be justified as an instru ment and not as an end.” This article appeared in “The Spec tator,” January 27. tackle,” said I, looking at the broad lazy river. . .Seemed like it was a hard winter. Worked fer m’ board ’n room at one place—a dairy—five in th ’ mornin ’ t ’ ten at night—don’t seem right somehow that a man should work so hard fer to eat and sleep—but a man has t’ live—mebbe there’s justice in it—dunno—funny.” The train was roaring around the curve, and I fumbled at the straps of my pack. “ It’s sure a great day for hiking. I ought to make thirty miles today.” “What’s th’ hurry” I laughed and waved my hand toward the bridge. “I—” “Don’t point—don’t point,” interrup ted the old fellow with a gusty panic stricken whisper. “What’s the matter?” I asked, some what startled. “Don't point—bridt i tenders might see you doin' it—get suspicions—might not let us across.” It was the timid, self effacing desire of a man well broken on the wheel of a hard existence; whose only desire now was to keep out of sight as much as possible and inconspicuously ex ist. I noticed the huge blanket roll by hiq side; it was almost as large as he. “Mdst be pretty heavy carrying that roll,” I said. “Yes. Couldn’t stay in Marskfieldno more—eatin’ up m’ money—doin’ noth in’—gotta get to Reedsport t’ work— ’bout broke. Fierce th’ way they soak a fellow fer things—’tain’t fair.” “Roads pretty blank for the next thir ty miles,” I said. “Where are you going to get grub?” He jerked his thumb toward a small paper sack—“There.” I mentally divided the two or three bits of food that it contained into four meals, meagre rations, I thought. But old men don’t need much. The train came rushing down on us and went by with brakes screaming. I rose and pulled on my pack. The old man fumbled about the rope of his huge bundle, slowly and painfully. I looked about me, at the bright blue sky, at the dazzling water, and at the road stretch ing across the bridge and disappearing around a huge sand dune in the distance. Road behind and road in front—stretch ing away. “Some day!” I said, more to myself than to the old man. “I’ll reel off the miles in great shape.” The old man was standing beside me now, looking apprehensively behind as if he expected another train. Then he squinted anxious ly at the little bridge house perched in the middle of the center span. “Think they’ll let us acrost?” “Sure.” I stepped between the rails and headed across with a light-hearted stride. It was good to be alive on a day like this—to be up and moving. “Well, so-long old scout,” I called over my shoulder. He wiis limping, painfully, slowly after me. “Don’t go too fast fer me—don't go too fast,” he said. I looked back and saw him hobbling after me, hopefully, trying to eaten up. “Sorry, dad, but I’m in a hurry. I’ve got to reach Reedsport tonight. I’ll have to step out. So-long.” I hurried on. Once, when nearly across the bridge, I looked again. He had slowed down to an infirm limp. That’s the last I saw of him—a bent, lonely figure, re ceding in the distance—just struggling painfully ahead. That evening I pulled into Reedsport, dusty, tired, and supremely hungry. Out of curiosity I asked a man I passed if there was any work to be had. Not that I wanted work myself. I was foot loose, free to roam .the roads of the earth. I was thinking of the old man. “Nop*,” was the answer. “Only one mill runnin’. Course, if you was limber and husky they might put you on.” Books “The Book Worm is branching out Ilaving fed on the deep and learned food required for mid-term prepara tions for the last week, the Book Worm 'decided to partake of a little lighter repast, and began to brouse about magazines noted for their “lightness.” It was an awful shock! But not as you think—the point was, there was no shock there! To be perfectly frank, it made a collection of what looked like the most shocking literature easily ob tainable. It began with Breezy and Snappy Stories and went through the whole list down to True Confessions. The titles were gorgeous. Some of them even sounded right develiah. They ran something like this: “The First Fifty Years Is Easy.” “Flames of the Storm.” “The Diamond Garter Bucklea.” “The Woman Who was Afraid.” “Tho Hotel Register Wife.” “ When a Live Wire Plays Dead.” "When Heart Meets Law.” “The Dance of .Death.** We finally were*'convinced that we had made a rare choice, and almost were purring as we were curled be fore the fire-place for a wild evening. \\ e read, and read, and read, always preparing for the shock—but it never came. For instance "The Hotel Reg ister Wife” counded inviting, but that was as far as it got. It consisted of ' bout eight pages of rambling words. There was nothing wild, interesting, mysterious, horrible, or even shock ing to our extreme sense of proprie ty. In fact there wasn’t much of any thing. We had started with an abso lutely open and unprejudiced mind, and came out with the impression that it was plain trash. Never again shall we waste time digging through theae things for a wild i'story. When it comes to thrills a good 1 classic, Dumas or Balzac, even in translation, has it all over the whole bunch of supposedly shocking present day stories. One doesn’t realize just off hand how many of America’s most popular names are taken from these French stories. The pictures called “The Eternal Flame,” is a splendid example of this, and there are dozens more. Now do not misunderstand the Book Worm. It is not trying to kill the sale of these magazines, merely to show you that “all is not gold that glitters,” and titles are often mislead ing. Enter the heroine, enter the vil lan, enter the hero. They’re all the 'samel The editors realize that month -after month the attractions are the 'cover and the table of contents, and month after month they become more 'brilliant and the material less, but still they sell.”—Indiana Daily. UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA STILL LARGEST IN COUNTRY University of California, Jan. 23.— The University at Berkeley has main tained its lead again as the largest Uni-o versity in the United States, having a total enrollment of 17,909 students. HEALTH SERVICE SETS NEW WEEK-END HOURS During the recent epidemic of colds on the campus the University Health Service will observe the following hours: On Sunday, at the dispensary, from 10 a. m. to noon. On Saturday and Sunday afternoons, at the infirmary. SIGMA DELTA PI GIVES NAMES OF NEW PLEDGES Sigma Delta Pi, honorary Spanish fraternity, elected the following mem bers Saturday afternoon: Esther Dennis, Lois Morthland, Freda Goodrich, Norma Wilson, Leonard Jor dan, Miss Florence White, honorary. 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