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About Oregon daily emerald. (Eugene, Or.) 1920-2012 | View Entire Issue (Feb. 25, 1923)
OREGON SUNDAY EMERALD Member of Pacific Intercollegiate Press Association _ Kenneth Youel, Editor_Lyle Jans, 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 Yoorhies, Katherine Watson, Arthur Rudd, Edwin Fraser, Ep Iloyt, Margaret Shavian, Francis Linklater, Katherine Spall. General Writers: Clinton Howard, Eddie Smith, Rachael Chezem. Sterner Gods In the middle watches of the night the Southern Pacific some times wakes us to the rattle of its freight cars, and sometimes we remain wide-eyed, staring at the patterns of gloom above us, long after that train has gone by Judkins point. Of course, only a dis turbing idea could so interfere with our sleep, and in this case the idea is most likely to be the old, old question, Do we fashion our reverence to the feet of real gods in this school? No man is so merciless of himself as during the small silent hours when his weaknesses and petty spirits troupe by him in full regalia; then, if ever, he gets an idea of his relationship with the rest of the world, and he is likely to shrink and shrink until the bed covers seem ton-weights over his pigmy frame; then, if ever, he admits to being an addict of mankind’s sin, shiftlessness. For we are all tarred by that vice’s stick. When we protest against the stiffening of. a course and bring into our protest a flock of stately arguments and pious protests we are, most likely, the great est influenced by a dread and distaste for exceeding the mental or physical speed limit. Of course, the stately arguments and the pious protests are all very well—every man in the world, from low to great, must have conventional smoke screens to cover his basic motives. What we seek to' point out here is the fact that basic mo tives do exist, behind the bushwah smoke screens. Now, doubtless, some instructors will misunderstand this edi torial (if they read it at all) and will use it as an excuse to slap on more work. Personals Dr. .(.lines H. Gilbert of the Univer sity 'Economics department [was again in Salem last week, assisting the legis lators in revising an income tax measure. He was gone Monday, Tuesday and Wed nesday, returning to Eugene Thursday and resuming charge of his classes on Friday. Holland Andre, who was here last year and was a member of last year's varsity basketbalj squad, is a week-end visitor at the Kappa Sigma house. Andre claims Athena in eastern Ore gon as his home. Louise Vender Ahe, ex ’24, and a mem ber of Pi Beta Phi sorority, is visiting the campus this week. Miss Vender Ahe, whose home is in Eugene, is at tending dramatic school in Portland. Dr. II. I). Sheldon, dean of the school of education, will speak before the local county teachers’ institute to Jie held in Pottage drove March 3. “The Woman Juror” will be the sub ject of a lecture which Professor Justin Miller of the University law school will give by radio from the Oregonian tower Sunday, March 4. Miss Prances Hayes, field representa tive of the State Child Welfare coinmis sion, was a visitor on the campus last week. She was a guest of Miss dor (rude Talbot at Hendricks hall. While at the University Miss Hayes addressed tin* practical ethics class last Tuesday, and on Wednesday she spoko before the Condon Parent Teachers’ association, which gave a tea in the Woman’s build ing. University women are being offered an unusual opportunity to hear a series of lectures in connection with the practical ethics class about the opportunities for women in the field of social welfare work, i Miss Frances Hayes lectured last week, Dean Fox will speak this week, and on March 0 Miss Elanor Thompson from the University of Oregon school of social service at Portland will speak. Miss Thompson will be a guest at Susan Camp bell hall while on the campus. Professor O. A. Gregory of the school of Education will speak before the Wash ington county teachers’ association at Tigard March 3. * * * Miss Rosalie Cuevas, instructor in Span ish at the University, was ill all last week with the influenza, but was able to be on the campus Friday. LeLainc West, a senior in the romance language department, had charge of Miss Cuevas’ classes in her absence. Bicycling was the diversion indulged in by three co-eds of the Gamma Phi Beta house, who celebrated the holiday bv pedaling to Corvallis. Starting from Eugene at 2:30 p. m. Wednesday, they arrived at the neighboring city at sun set. Either because of weariness from cycling or an unexpected puncture, the girls failed to ride the bikes home and raced into Eugene Thursday night in an automobile. Among medical school students who are visiting on the campus from Portland are Flora Campbell ami Wilbur Bolton. Doris Sikes, a junior at the University last year, is visiting at the Alpha Xi Delta house this week end. Miss Sikes is a member of the staff of the Cottage Grove Sentinel. Mrs. F. O. Downing of Portland is a guest at the Alpha Phi house this week. Mr.s F. W. Benson, house mother at the I’i Beta Phi house, is visiting in Portland this week-end. Poetry LONELINESS When bright noon wastes to twilight, full of colil, Ami homing boats slfp softly in from sea; When shadows munch the light that sunsets hold, And grey winds waft grey silence down to me, And seabirds lift sinuous wings in flight For nest; when salt smells ooze across my room And surfs monu to the round blue ears of night— Ah, then, 1 hear his deep voice thru the gloom: A voice that holds the rhythm of the sea. 1 see his strong hands resting on the spars Or rail; the long sails lifted glori ously ; The weightless bales down in the slender hold. Too soon a ghostly breeze blows from the stars; The white sails fill—and 1 'in alone and old. —Walter Evans Kidd. CINQUAINS By Walter Evans Kidd X. Moon You split Immortal silver on the crimson roses That dreamed in ancient Rome And on the lone white lily In Maine's still hand. II. Second Night, at Camelot Lancelot Reside the slim pale lilies la the garden of Camelot, Listens. Silence, poignant silence— Maine is gone! III. Youth I, Who have felt the dawn And drunk the wine of love, Relieve There is no death. IV. Her Song Twilight! Soft scents on the breeze. Vnd you spinning songs Out of pregnant silence Of love. V. Sleep Song Night strews • From a silver basket, Her golden dreams THE MEMORY QUEST By Don Woodward I A long drawn whistle piercing the thin fog caught the ears of two skulking fig ures near the cattle loading chute just tvest of the Eugene station. Nudging one another, they peered around the corner of the white-washed fence and soon marked the shaft of light streaming out before the careening locomotive as it rounded the curve and groaned to a stop beneath the water tank, where, wheezing and panting, it gorged on the cool liquid. The conductor disappeared into the office, soon reappearing, in his hand telegraph orders to the next junction, which he passed up to the engineer; the huge bent pipe resumed vertical position with a crash, water dripping from its open mouth; the bell rang its warning; jthe powerful drivers strained; coupling ; took up, and the long string of red cars 1 moved forward. Rapidly increasing speed, the giant freight engine passed the crouching fig ures, light flaring on the smoke column belching back over the cab, and they saw the fireman perspiring, shoveling, shov I cling, coal into that voracious maw. Then it was past and the dark line of loaded cars were slipping by. “ Wre can’t make those fruit cars,” iejaculated one of the hiding men. “We’ll | have to wait for an ‘ empty ’ and take our I chances on the speed.” “Now! Get the box car behind that flat with the logging engine.” Two shapes streaked out from the | shadows and running swiftly along the grinding wheels grasped the iron rung of the side ladder and swung up, feet striking the footrail. Quickly gaining the top they lay there and rested with drumming heart and straining lungs. Lemon-Yellow Caps The car passed under a street lamp near the outskirts, the glare showing a green and lemon heiiTlgear—queer cover ing for ordinary hoboes. After sufficiently regaining their poise they crawled along the little walk on the roof, which was covered with a slight film of ice, gathered doubtless farther up the valley near the Siskiyou moun tains. The first to reach the front end of the lurching car suddenly drew back with an alarmed start. Looking over the edge at the low deck | of the flat, only part of which was oe j copied by the logging engine, he had i seen a cigarettte glow close to the cylin drical boiler, and then saw that two men | were standing there. | “Part of the train crew down there!” he spoke in his partner’s ear. “We bet ter stay here till we reach Junction City.” So they clung there for fourteen long miles, an icy wind cutting through them and chilling every bone, the long cloud j of smoke and cinders alternately lifting I to give a breath of pure air and then des cending once more, qhoking and acrid. At last they jolted into the junction. With difficulty, fingers numbed from the cold, were pried loose from their light grip, and the adventurous travelers descended to the ground. Chance to Warm Up A footrace alongside the cars soon shook sluggish circulation from its leg arthy and a wave of warmth spread over their bodies. Five whistles from the en gine recalling the brakeman warned that it was time to find a suitable place. The shadowy shapes flitted to the flat. After a careful reconnoiter they assured them selves that the car was vacant. The wheels, moved they scrambled to the deck, and the midnight excursion to the me tropolis was started once more. So the night passed, with the stars showing occasionally when the fog lightened and then hiding away once more as the pall grew thicker. Violent war dances, singing, and swinging of arms served to keep the blood moving j ami the spirits high. During a long stop on a siding as j the eastern horizon showed the i^rst tints of dawn the sound of voices and scraping feet was heard—the noise ap pearing to come from the interior of the fruit car just ahead. “Do you suppose someone is locked in (there?” excitedly breathed one of the amateur hobos. “Maybe we had better try to help them.” “Come on,” commanded the other, but at that moment the little trap door on the roof flew back and a battered hat followed by an unkempt face projected from the opening. Companions are Seen A long loosely clothed figure suddenly shot up, following the hat and face, and, gaining the top, leaned down grasping a pair of grimy hands reaching up from the dark recess. A heave and a second form attained the roof. “Dats too cold for me, bo,” shivered the first. “Better get down and warm! up a bit.” They shinned down the side and beat! I their way tow'ard the flat. “Hello, boys.” The greeting followed their notice of the lemon-yellow topped fellows by the machinery, but only after a searching look of appraisal to ascertain if they were trainmen. “Better come back wit us. They’s an empty with straw in her bout midway.” That sounded good. The youths jump ed to the ground and set out with the others, surreptitiously picking a handy sized stone apiece to be usd in breaking heads if the need arise. But the older men seemed kindly and were interested in the students, asking about college education. One of them said he had gone to Yale or Harvard, he’d forgotten which now, but the call of the road had been too strong and he had “jumped bail” and hit the “cinder path.” Better Car Found The car was found. It proved a hand some place after those hours endured during the dark. The four tourists lay down on warm straw litter covering the floor. The measured thump-ity-thump, thump-ity-thump, soon lulled all to sleep. They were brought back to conscious ness with a rush. A bull-like voice bellowed at the door, “ I ’ll give you guys one minute to clear out of here. Git, or the hoose-gow for you all!” The four tred to exit at once through I the opposite door. 'The result was con- i | fusion, bruised arms, and hot words. j They finally filtered through. The red; buildings of the pulp mills at Oregon I j City met their sleepy eyes. Settling back in the plush seat of the j 'electric the two young fellows congrat-j filiated each other on the money they had saved. “Pretty good, hey Bill,” said one. “With two-bits out for this car ride we still have made about four dollars. Pretty good! ” “You bet. Besides there’s the ex perience of hooking a train to cherish in our memories. Let’s see what time it; is.” Reaching simultaneously into their 'pockets, they withdrew empty hands. Turning, they stared at each other in blank astonishment. “Cleaned! My thirty dollar watch. Here comes the conductor and I surely, hope he will be a good sport.” He was! They descended at the first stop by request and set out afoot. A kindly motorist picked them up. A brisk ride brought them to their destination. “Going back the same way, boys?” asked the motor driver. “Nope,” they answered in chorus. “All we have left is a cheerished memory and we want to keep that, at least! ” Ac ross The dark sleep of the sky. VI. Apathy Spring, When you return, Pause not To babble your foolish songs Before my door. VII. Incidental Dearest, When I am under earth Will you pluck the roses That will spring From my heart’s dust f VIII. Lament April— The plum trees shaking out Their hair of silken white. My winterd heart does not respond You, Beloved, are dead. GARDEN MUSIC It comes like a beautiful thought, Stealth winged; It fitfully lingers, Dissolving all pain into naught. It goes like a faint, half-formed smile, Breaking: And when it is gone, I sit on— Still listPiling the while. BUBBLES l .lived Through cool green waters To find you. But your element was not my breath. And all that I could leave you of my sel f Escaped, as bubbles do, To the surface of the waters. You are still there Beneath the green waters— Pool, remote, forever unattainable. —Emily Veazie. UNIVERSITY LENDS SLIDES Schools and Clubs Get Material Free of Charge from Extension Division The extension division of the Univer- | si tv owns 220 sets of educational slides, j or about 8,000 views, which are used by schools, churches, lodges, women’s clubs, school supervisors, and organiza tions in 200 communities throughout the state. These slides are loaned free of charge by the University, transpor tation being the only cost to the users. Slides on geography are in greatest \ demand, according to Alfred Powers, of the extension division. There are many views of Oregon, besides other parts of the United States, Asia, Eu rope, North and South America and Africa. Consuls from different coun tries have recently been asked for slides of their countries. A set from Bolivia has been promised as a loan to the University, from the Bolivian consul in San Francisco. The, University has been collecting slides since liHti. Many of these have been gifts, although most of them have been ordered by the extension division from slide companies. Included are geo graphy, history, industries, physics, lit erature, the Bible, rock collections, and microscope slides. The University high school uses the views more than any other school on the campus. There are many demands from organizations from all over the state, however, with a large majority from Portland. Schools and churches use the slides the most extensively, as they work out series of programs for several weeks and these are filled by the extension division. Get the Classified Ad habit. 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Kyne’s attack on the worth of the movies. “A Front Page Story” is a picture free from moving picture commercialism. ' A rront rage btory tells | how a lively young Yankee j ends a long feud between the j editor of the town paper and \ the Mayor and by ending the \ ancient quarrel, wins a place ] for himself as publisher of i the newspaper and the heart | of the girl. i A realistic slice of true life ! —free from hokum. j The picture presents Ed ward Horton, who is as gifted a comedian as there is on the screen today, and Horton is a human and every-day sort of fellow. Nothing of the strutting actor about him. His humor is subtle, novel and appealing. “A Front Page Story” CJ Two hours of honest entertainment and enjoyment CJ The sort of picture everyone has been wait ing and hoping to see. f Proof to Peter B. Kyne and Gouvenuer Morris that it can be done. Castle Theatre