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About Oregon daily emerald. (Eugene, Or.) 1920-2012 | View Entire Issue (Feb. 18, 1923)
OREGON SUNDAY EMERALD Member of Pacific Intercollegiate Press Association_ Kenneth Youel, Editor_Lyle Janz, 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 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. A New Course We’d Like liome once had a fire; Charles 1 had his blooming neck severed in twain; Paris has several times suffered from the mob; all these are true statements and maybe it’s well for our mind that we absorb such thrilling facts. It all goes to make up a culchoored state of be ing. But there is one great Sahara of time in which we never ade- j quately find ourselves. That is the present time. It is a funny twist of events which makes us live in the present, think in the present—and yet know darned little of the present. We always seem to be studying events that transpired the day before yesterday; we are always letting today’s news pass over the night and grow cold before we try to comprehend it. What we need here in this school is a good course in contemporary history—-a course that would attempt to embrace just about every thing within the range of recent newspaper headlines; everything from the new ball and socket joint discovered on the bee’s knee down to Mussolini and why the Turks won’t stay in their own back yard. Naturally it is difficult to deal with shifting facts and changing values; and for the professional chair we would need a man of liberal and catholic tastes; one who has travelled a deal, who has studied more, who is possessed of a flexible mind, and a nose and enthusiasm for his job. If we could get such a chap his classes would be overflowing, and he’d be worth any amount the school paid him. r FRENCH CANADIAN POEMS By Pat Morrissette LOGGER: A STUDY IN TASTE. SOUNDS 1 lak see da cheepmunk scare Wen I chop me wit da axe. I lak hear da pine cone drop, An ’ give dem cheepmunk scare. ] Ink smell da wood pine smoll An’ call at wil’ deer— Scat! I lak hear da echo dat my axe make On da wood. 1 ink stop an ’ leesen to da reover On the canyon down below. I lak hear da cow go moo-moo Som’ ’ere don’ know. But soun ’ I lak da mos’ Is wen she-cook Mnggio Mi<lger yodel— Dat’s time for men come back. WIND I lak clim ’ on top da mount ’n Wen da win’ is blow lak hell. Da win’ is scare lak cheepmunk And run up one small tree Which is try to push off mount’n By shakin’ on da leave. Den she cry: Rollon down da mount’n— Lak tak my coat off Wen she pass mo by. I hoi' my breat: Som’ ’ere down da reover 1 hear her callin’ me. Mebbe she hate da canyon An’ wan’ me let her free Lak on top da mount ’n Where I be. BATH 1 Ink put my foot on brook on Spring turn, Wen mount ’n snow niak blood on nit boil over, Lnk lent lo girl in peeeter— fall September. Sum’ tarn, 1 lak jomp all een Ink otter. You Hot. I come bark out! Right ’wav I leek all men on camp. MOUNTAIN GRAVES I lak go where birds sing sweet-ink; They know thoy’s mount’ll graves; Where sun gives shine more soft-lak All’ da flower grow mos’ sof’ly Near da grave. Sum’ tarn, mebbv, l wonder If bird would sing so sweet-ink If they knew them men were logger men Lnk me. EVENING Evenin’ 1 lak seet on poreh. I lak watch smoko on pipe go blooey. 1 lak wateh pine on trail go black An’ seek out lak glios’ on sky. Can't see no star for long while, lien cloud go by. Moon jump out lak owl eye, Au' bleek from mount’ll top. All seeelver Ink l see da reever, Shiniu ’, Down below. Da air she keep so steel den. Da win’ no whisper any. Da tree seet quiet, no move da leave; 1 swallow silen’ air; My heart get tick lak somethin’. I tink den: I no so beeg as een da day tam— Mebbv so. MIDNIGHT 'I litk wake up all for noting On (la middle of da night: Jus’ to leesen on da night grow Outside. Damn fool rooster lOn da coule Belong himself to Mike Cambeau Wake up sleepy lak a logger: Jiight away he wan’ to crow! He start da worl’ to movin’ /Wen he lif’ liees leetle neck, All soft-lak, An’ say on to da night breeze t 'ooc-a-coo. Damn fool donkey Who is hobble onder tree on pasture Tink he is hees brudder An’ he answer back on “Yea!” IMe myself I wan’ to answer back on rooster; 1 wan’ holler on da silence: Hnwla loo! But I hear da men all sleepin’ An’ I tink of neck of me: So I put my neck back on da pillow, An’ try me not to tink: But 1 can do no ting lak dat. GEORGES LEMIEUX Georges Lemieux, I Hu got his ukalay. He soun’ lak dcbil on da day turn; (But boss is scare he lose him Won ho play ouenth ila moon. lie sect him by lectio creek below da coulc, An’ strum his party tune. He sing on girl wit brown eye Who leevo on New Orlean. lie say, wen aied, he goiu’ back. (No odder eye but brown eye.) But he alius stay logger camp, An ’ play him leetle tuue. PHILOSOPHY Church-mouse poor is ver’ ver’ poor, An' 1 am poor lak dat: Las’ year shoe is ver’ ver’ tlieen, An’ mine is theen lak dat. Shore, las’ theen dime is ver’ ver’ theen! lBut heart don ’ care: |'If he knew how gel’ is cheap.. | He have young life yet— ] il’lentv of it’to spen’! I Die can spen’ it all lak water go: Won day is let" hehin ’ An’ it have foun’ no fren’ iHe can pledge the res’ to mount’n And a tree— For sake of older tarn i'Wen he an’ them were bonk mates, j \n ' stood alone lak poor man, Lak logger man, Lak me. I. ADVICE j'Foue say why don' I marry An’ get me wife lak hees: I Foue don’ kuow Once 1 got one wife already. An’ she was too damn much lake hees. 'Foue say w hv don ’ l go ou voyage An ’ get me job in town. | ’ . Den 1 say why don’ he. Den we hot look at da mount ’n An' he don’ spik to me. PLEDGING ANNOUNCED Delta Zeta announces the pledging of j Margaret Duerner of Hillsboro. _ t Get the Classified Ad habit. BAGATELLE / Student of Eatum College, Canny Ball, South Africa, en Route to Eta: Legor Di Sorority Formal. The Good Old Days When manners were the fashion— And courtesy the style— The men were trained in bowing, And girls knew how to smile. Coquetting was an art. . . . (From VAMPING quite apart!) When nosegays had their hey-day And crinolines were “In,” True gallantry was needed A lady’s heart to win. They danced the minuet— (No jazz was known as yet!) When coach-and-four meant travel, And sunshades were of h ce— A fan was used to cover Real blushes on one’s face. (No knees allowed to show Two hundred years ago!) When parties were for pleasure And not for policy And primroses were patterns For fine embroidery— (No LADV could be met Who smoked a cigarette!) Yet—men were drawn and quartered And Indians made war. They tried old dames as witches And burned them by the score. They had no plumbing then— No golf—no fountain pen! •—Margaret Skavlan. SPRIG IS CUB! We all begin to wonder what’s the matter with the air; and we gaze with eyes condemning (?) at her newly mar celled hair; Tho’ we all would like to pig her, our first thoughts must be of purse, and we lapse into a revery of the things which might be worse. Then we think of books and classes, and of prof’s and other things, and we call ourselves poor asses if we run at hourly rings. In the morning when the sun shines, mountains loom before our eyes, and we consider if its better to be happy or be wise. Some things affect ! the old ones which might show them to | be young, we begin to name the archi I tects and wish they’d all be hung. Again, there’s a big story; I think to -- ' ~ A Suit for a Song JL of winter and blos som forth in one of our new suits. They have attractive style, attrac tive materials and sell for a song. Collegian Spring Suits HROW off the garb $35, $40, $45 ;ell you would be best, so I’ll burst 1 >ut in my glory, and shift it from my •best. It’s nothing but a sentence ong—a lightly worded thing: When i you’ve finished with this song, I’m sure you’ll know it’s SPRING! LORNA DOONE AT CASTLE ; Romance comes riding across the screen in picturesque seventeenth cen-' ;ury garb in the sumptuous prodetion of ‘Lorna Doone,” which opens at the ! ,'astle Monday for three days only. From i novel that has been a favorite with ;hree generations, Maurice Tourneur has produced a film that combines the beau ty of an old world painting and the hrills of a modern melodrama. Against the background of the Dev onshire hills and moors, visited annually by hundreds of tourists who have shud dered over the deeds of the “bloody Doones,” the beautiful love story of the captive “Lorna” is told. Characters of the familiar book enact with a real ism, terrifying at times, the dramatic episodes that are known to every student of the English classics. Get the Classified Ad habit. I 1 BELL Theatre Springfield, Ore. % First show starts at 6 P. M. and runs continuous. Sunday, Feb. 11th LON CHANEY in “The Night Rose” A melodrama of the highest type. Comedy— “Hot Off the Press.” Auto Show—February 22, 23, 24. No Other Dinner Coat Can Be Like a Fashion Park Tux-Kav I e tailoring—the drape—the shaping of lapels, the seaming all expertly, artistically done you’ll appreciate the what we mean when you try one on New shipment today $42.50 and more Candlelight fixins-for every dresser’s need. Green Merrell Co. men’s wear “One of Eugene’s best stores” uiiimiiitwitnmHrmiiimitimiim THE NEW YORK SENSATION Direct from Triumphant Weeks in New York, Chicago, Den ver, and Columbia Theatre, San Francisco, Two Big Weeks. FRITZ LEIBER \inihs PLAYS OF SHAKESPEARE [ J Suported by a Distinguished Cast in New and Beautiful Scenic Production of Shakespeare’s Title to Be Announced Later MAIL ORDERS NOW—SEATS AT HEILIG THEATRE Prices: 75c, $1.00, $1.50, $2.00, $2.50. Tax added. GREATEST SHAKESPEAREAN ORGANIZATION on TOUR Buescher Saxophones and Band Instruments EXCLUSIVE EUGENE AGENCY See Bob Stewart on the Campus MORRIS MUSIC HOUSE 912 WILLAMETTE STREET Properly Cleaned Promptly Delivered Otbajn/VMi imun^^ivr Speaking of Evolution— .—That’s what we’re doing now,taking steps forward, improving and advancing . It is our aim to continually better our service and our food. ■—Personal service, a cordial atmosphere and pleasant relationships are among the; things we take pride in. —By the way—why not repeat that last Sun day’s chicken dinner at Ye Campa Shoppe to night? 4 Ye Towne Shoppe Ye Campa Shoppe Hersh Taylor