OREGON SUNDAY EMERALD
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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.
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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.
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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
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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.
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