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The Sunday Emerald VOLUME XXIV. UNIVERSITY OF OREGON. EUGENE, SUNDAY, APRIL 22, 1923 NUMBER 13Q <,*' ROUND and BOUT IN VIEW OF THE RECENT DE LUGE OF OUR MAILBOX BY MAN UALS OF THE “WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS PICTURE,” “HAS THIS MAN COMMITTED A SOCIAL BLUN DER?” AND ALL THE REST— “SEND FOR OUR BOOK, NEATLY BOUND IN CALF, ONLY $2.50—IN RE THEN OF THIS TYPE OF AD VERTISING WE COMPOSE THE FOLLOWING SONNETT: In the Boston BacTc Bay District They trim their eyebrows high. But out in the West on the rolling plains , .. Far'beyond the choo-choo trains. If they ever trim their brows at all They trim them low and never tall. They cat their peas with the flat of their knives And rush from the table to fight for their lives. With the wild and wicked Indians. As for offering a beautiful lady their arm To play the young Lochinvar, and pro tect her from harm If danger is near, while she trembles with fear They grab her up; to the crup, • And away they race At a fearful pace, Down the plain With might and main. So! ho! Ha! ha! Sa! Ha! Ho! So! In the Boston Back District You may trim your eyebrows high You may smile over your Ovid And over your Hamlet sigh And we will tell the inquisitive That you never split an infinitive In the Boston Back Bay District “SICH A MESS,” SAYS HEPZEBAH CONSTOVEK, “WAIT ’TILL IT’S DONE, GAL,” SAYS HER PA. A-beggin’ Dean Lawrence’s ’umble pardon, we would like to ask if tlie new arts court is a court of the old English type or a Spanish patio? Also are the ornaments Spanish or Italian? Some body told us the other day that the Sociology and Architecture buildings would tie stuccoed if there was enough money left. Well, Dean, if our purse wasn’t so thin we certainly would con tribute to have that done. By the way, those tall windows facing the court on the second floor of the new building make us think of the windows of the royal palace in “Deception,” the mo tion picture version, a la Germany, of the reign of King Henry VIII of Mer rie England, and one of his wives, Anne Boleyn. : * * * * * * If you hitch your wagon to a star and Bliss connection going around a comer don’t look for sympathy from the 1923 success cults. ..Turn to the ANCIENT CLASSICS! Phaeton hold with a gallant way Chose to drive pa’s chariot for one long day And away he hiked to ask his permission In the face of example and family tra dition. The permission obtained more by hook than by crook Old Father Time entered the boy on his book. The kid rode wild The horses broke loose The waters of Neptune were boiling and hot And the sea nereids swam about like fish in a pot. The trees down below burnt to a crisp iAnd old Mother Earth could scarcely lisp. When good father Jove From the Heavens above Let go of a bolt Which hit with a jolt Poor Phaethon. By the waters of the west Where his poor body fell It was by the Naiads received And consigned to an ell For burial. “HE EE PHAETHON LIES IN PHOEBUS’ CAE EE EASED. AND THOUGH HE GEEATLY FAILED, HO EE GEEATLY DAEED ” Should He Be Hot-Handed of Commend ed. Ye Frosh Can Hot Be Clever, You Know One of the freshmen on the campus got rather brilliant the other day when he said that he won the Failing prize in Modern Government under a well-known campus instructor. * » * * . • * APROPOS OF EVERYTHING We’ll knock, we’ll boost where we see | fit (We’re glad to hear a come-back) But to the man who’ll boost when he isn’t sincere We wouldn’t give a thumb-tack. —C. N, H. 'Alpha O Grants Charter l • _____ ALPHA SIGMA, local women’s fra ternity, was informed yesterday ; morning that their petition had been I favorably acted upon by Alpha Omi j cron Pi. I This is the fourth Alpha O chapter j to come to the Pacific coast and the | thirteenth women’s national to come onto the Oregon campus. The j other chapters on the coast are at Washington, Stanford and California. The granting of the Oregon chapter, which will be known as Alpha Sigma of Alpha pmicron Pi, gives the campus 25 national Greek letter organizations, 12 of which are men’s fraternities and 13, women’s. There remain also, one women’s local and five men’s. Alpha Omicron Pi was founded at Barnard college of Columbia Univer sity in New York City on January 2, 1897. At present there are 25 active chapters in the national organization! and two inactive members. Alpha Sig ma chapter will be installed May 5. Alpha Sigma was organized on the Oregon campus in the fall of 1921 as j a girls ’ local fraternity. Eight girls drew up a constitution for the new or ganization with the intention then of petitioning Alpha Omicron Pi. All of the original girls are now gone, however. Informal announcement of the pe tition was made known in January of 1922. It was at this time that the girls moved Into the house they now occupy at 735 Patterson street. A for mal petition was sent in last fall re sulting in the favorable action made known yesterday. The officers of Alpha Sigma are, Marion Crary, president; Margaret Seymore, vie’fc-president; Wave Ander son, secretary, and Helen Hoefer, treas urer. There are 19 active women in the organization at present many of them Portland girls, although others come from many points on the coast. The members are: Louise Odell, Dorothy Chaussey, Dorothy Cash, Eleanor Kilham, Evelyn Hogue, Helen Cantine, Leverna Spit zenberger, Gladys Onstead, Inez Down ing and Elinor Bachman, all of Port land. Marion Crary of Aberdeen, Helen Hoefer, Fresno; Margaret Seymore, Gardiner; Florence Moorhead, Junction City; Isobelle Hollister, Pasadena, Wave Anderson, Sand Point, Idaho; Margaret Livesley, Salem; and Violet Spraner of Beaverton. Two members of the house were in last year’s graduating class, Wanda Daggett and Betti Kessi, while Juanita Jackson and Gladys Royce, two other members are not in school at present although it is expected they will re turn for the installation. Opinion of Campus Day By Art Rudd SHALL Oregon eliminate the clean up feature from campus day of Junior week-end? This is the question that is occupy ing a .goodly share of fireplace discus sion and a question that will probably go before the student council this week for settlement. The Junior week-end committee has proposed that Friday morning of the annual Junior celebration be devoted to a University rally, including the awarding of the paint “O’s” to the freshman football men, the tug of war and the burning of the freshmen caps. This would leave the afternoon open to the athletic contests and' would eliminate the usual congestion of early afternoon events on the Friday of the week-end. Campus day started when Oregon was a school of a few hundred students and when the present corps of campus attendants was unknown. Those were the days when the building of the cement sidewalks was part of the cam pus day activities and when a little attention on the part of the students made a great difference in the appear ance of the grounds. As the institution has grown and caretakers have been added to the staff of the University,' the clean-up work has become less practicable. For the last two. years lack of organization has actually resulted in a certain amount of petty damage to campus property by the workers. Advocates of the change are vehe ment in their declaration that the clean-up feature is a “small college idea” and entirely unnecessary under the present scheme of having the cam pus taken care of by paid caretakers. They say that “preppers” are not inter ested in the cleanup and that inasmuch as Junior week-end is a time to “sell” the school to the visitors that the en-J tire program should be devoted to their entertainment. It is also believed that better support of Junior week-end athletics would re sult if some of the usual afternoon events, such as the tug of war, and the burning of the caps, were moved up into the morning. Heretofore none of the early afternoon activities have re ceived the support of the entire cam pus due to the necessary division of the program features. The group of ^traditionalists, which apparently is now stronger than those wanting the change, say with equal earnestness that we cannot abolish the old clean-up tradition without more con sideration. Graduate Manager Jack Benefiel declares that he can find plen ty of work for ambitious student work ers. The question remains, however, whether digging a ditch around a base ball diamond or cleaning rocks away from a driveway would be more bene ficial to the University than spending the time showing the “preppers” the campus and a morning University rally. The main argument for retaining the custom is that tjie influence of having all the men in the University working side by side, in their shirt sleeves is a great democratic feature of Oregon life. Junior week-end comes May 18-19. Oregon must decide at once. College Activities-How? By Jessie Thompson WHAT DO we go to college for, a ny way ? Same old question. There’s a man on the Oregon campus who’s in a position to know. If he didn’t have ^>me pretty good ideas on the subject he would not be holding the place he holds in the life of the University. In the comfortable living room of his home, a high light room with white woodwork and bookcases of many-col ored books, President P. L. Campbell leaned back in his chair and talked thoughtfully about why it is, that students go to college. “We come to college for the oppor tunities that are offered there, for more perfect self-realization,” President Campbell began, laughing a little at the serious-sounding expression. He meant, he explained, that in college, students have a chance to develop all the possibilities of their personalities— of their eternal egos, so to speak. This, all persons are eager to develop, that by the way, is the reporter’s way of putting it, not President Campbell’s. “Each individual, summarizes gen erations of ancestors,” he went on. “Each generation has passed on some latent gift of activity, either physical, mental, aesthetic, or moral. Each one of those capacities is absolutely de manding realization in action. There is an urge from all past generations, a conscious or subconscious pushing for ward of the individual to the develop ment of all his capacities. It is this general urge that is pushing everyone along toward the most complete self realization. “The denial of that possibility,” President Campbell brought home by his emphasis, “always results in some measure of personal unhappiness.” To avoid restlessness and unhappi ness, a person—man or woman or col lege student—absolutely must develop the possibilities of his personality. “Complete self-realization includes all the ordinary argument offered for education. It makes for capable, happy, well-rounded individuals, good citizens, and effective economic producers,” the President said. The question of college activities, during these remarks of President Campbell’s, had been dawning in the mind of the reporter as a good question to ask a little later. Students are all somewhat on the defensive regarding this matter of college activities. "The individual summarizes all the struggle, hope, and desperation of the race in past generations. The indivi dual that became socialized always was the one that survived, for a group has a better chance for survival than an individaul. But in order to bring about the existence of a group, individuals must have the social virtues—those of defending one another, living together comfortably, and so on. Therefore, se lection has been by the social quality of the individual.” this is where the college activities come in. “Every undeveloped faculty will cause unhappiness, and some part of college ought to represent all different phases of life. If one side is neglected the individual cannot be contented. “Since social fitness is the most im portant factor in civilization, college life affords gymnastics in socializa tion,” President Campbell asserted. “One of the very best factors in college (Confirmed on page two.) I Poetry SACRILEGE As satyr has a foul and goaty smell So has an old man’s kiss the taste of of hell. —Margaret Skavlan. SWINE Poor rooting, groveling beasts that feed on husks Thrown through the bars— How can you, lifting up your muddy snouts, Blink at the stars? -—Margaret Skavlan. “THE WAGES OF SIN—” I am one with the dead, Pale as the shroud. Passionless as the grave. Cast off by a woman, Drained to the dregs, Caught in the cleft cup, Cursed of Eve, One with the dead, Pale as the shroud, Passionless as the grave. M. M. N. LIFE Are we playthings of a destiny Whose ruthless, palsied hand Clutches at our frail conventions, Staining with its gory touch All our sacred, revered shrines? Sacred! Yes, we shrink in horror At the nakedness of thought, And we veil our impaired vision In a cloak of hopeful faith; Then,—we grope with outstretched fingers To the edge of life’s abyss Where we totter o’er, and, sighing fall As a puppet in a show. —M. D. AFTERWARDS Of what is love? Ye well may ask, Ho mortal has e’er guessed it. Is’t sympathy or kindness fond Which guides a lover’s way? The thrill of beauty from life’s vat distilled As perfumes of the east? No, none,—yet all of these Combined with heavenly Virtues Mixed long in Satan’s crucible Can only one small part of love define. —We sip the deadly potion And, slippng life’s cold chain we gaze With irony upon the polished chalice, yea, And smile. —M. D. TO HELEN, BY AN UNKNOWN SHEPHERD Below the hilltop whore I tend my flock The mist-wrapped blue of the Agean lies. Here am I still, and here the very rock Where once, in time agone, with dream dazed eyes I saw you twining myrtle leaves to grace The perfumed glory of your crown of hair. Beyond all fancied beauty was your face— O Helen, of all women the most fair I What fantasy had led you to disguise In simple robe of Grecian country maid To give the lad a glimpse of paradise With whom by chance one afternoon you played? Your lips were as pomegranates richly red. Your skin was warmly golden in the sun— Ah, formed for love you were, and were you dead Men still would call you the Desired One. I wooed you with my flute. Mayhap my song Wrought an enchantment pleasing to the ear— For once your laughter echoed gay and long, And once I saw a single jeweled tear. The baby fauns that dwell beyond the shade Of yonder gently swaying citron wood Crept out to frolic in a little glade— I heard them from the spot whereon I stood. And at your perfect, rosy-sandled feet For you I heaped my only treasure up— Fresh figs, wild honey—and we drank the sweet Rich blood of grapes from one rude earthen cup. I told you of the golden butterflies Blown earthward from the moon in dewy night— I told you of the depths within your eyes— I whispered words of rapture and de light. I loved you Helen—held the very clods You crushed beneath your heels as sac red things. Low knelt I to the woman whom the gods Had fashioned for the reverence of kings. After you left the dream of you re mained— You were a prince’s bride—I but a boy How can I worship now my idol— stained— Fled with another Shepherd Lad to Troyf —Margaret Skavlan. Campus Entrance Plan By Margaret Skavlan ‘IIE PROBLEM of a suitable ap preach to the University—a gate way in keeping with the spirit and dig nity of the institution—is suggested by tHo new plan of walks through the cam pus, the closing of roads through the grounds, and the laying out of a road from Eleventh street to Thirteenth bisecting the walk from Deady hall to Kincaid street as a main thoroughfare. The fact that the appropriation for the road and walks is included in the new budget adopted by the board of regents of the University might be regarded as one step toward the realization of the “Greater University,” since it sug gests the block plans approved sev eral years ago. A gate on Eleventh street as a start ing point for the main artery would doubtless be in the nature of a mem orial such ns those at Harvard and Princeton. In Oregon there are gate ways at O. A. C., and Willamette Uni versity. The one at O. A. C. is the gift of the class of 1917. However, here at Oregon there is the additional con sideration of the neighboring land. The" fact the the railroad right of way lies just north of the campus buildings has caused some unfavorable comment be cause it has not been kept up, or suit able plantings made along it. A tour ist passing through on the train sees an uncleared space of old railroad ties and a thick growth of weeds. If the railroad could be Induced to part with half of its 30 foot right of way, a street could be made- running east and west without injuring the oak trees, and a substantial railing could be placed between as a safety measure. A study of the diversion of traffic from Thirteenth street and Eleventh, and the development of the inillrace would make the entrance to the University the point approached by street-car, train, automobile, and boat, and would I justify the building of a station of some sort. “The idea of a gateway is an old one with the architects,” said Ellis F. Lawrence, dean of the school of archi tecture and allied arts, when asked what possibilities there were for a suit able design. “A gate of brick and wrought iron in the colonial feeling somewhat like Harvard’s, was designed by Walter Church, one of the students and won a first mention in 1917.” This gateway has four posts, such that it could be used as a gift from a suc cession of classes—one post from each class, if necessary. The placing would bo made by two beautiful trees which the architect attempted to use in the plan to add symmetry. Opposite the gate would be an excellent focal point for a station. The development of the milliace could be accomplished by the city of Eugene. Such a waterway could be made into an exceedingly beautiful park. There is already a city park com mission. However, a city planning commission is needed to facilitate zon ing, and prevent the encroachment of industry. Under the state law of Ore gon such city plannng can be under taken. The commission would have the right to deny building sites to conta gious hospitals, stores, shops, and unde sirable indutries using the water power. “The laying out of a park would be a tremendous investment for the town” said President P. L. Campbell, when asked his views of the proposition. “The more beautiful the town becomes the more it will be visited by tourists, and the more it will be used for re tiring people. “There is the chance of making the millrace as famous in the state as the Columbia Highway. Life at Oxford and Cambridge centers around small (Continued on page two.) Similes in Philosophy By Kendall Allen TO THE city-dweller who on walking along the streets on a stormy night, has seen all of the arc lights at the cor ners go out precipitately, leaving the tliorofares in almost total darkness, there has come perhaps a feeling of groping about for his way, and the speculation as to what affairs would be like if there were no guiding lights on the street corners. To the child who has been raised carefully in a cultured home where the pre-requisite of modern contentment has been good lighting, the question of light when it grows dark in the world about has become a platitude of me chanical invention. Mother and father pay the bills to the man in the con ductors cap who comes to the front door, every month, and the result is light at night-time, better than fire light. Short-circuiting of the electric sys tem is something with which the child is usually only vaguely familar. When that happens, mother and father either go to the front hall or the back porch and put in a new “fuse”—or call on the telephone for an electrician. It is a simple matter, cela! And concerning the child’s games, later its studies, and later still, when it is well* grown, what of its Univer sity life? Take the collego period. All of the work and play of the child’s life has been conducted by the careful ly superintended light of the home, but away from the parental wing, and unconsciously, provided cotton-batting, something usually goes wrong with the works. I say usually, because there are exceptions to every rule. What is happening, is that from the cow-pas ture paths of the old Boston of the child’s life, the light of conduct is adjusting itself to the Broadway of the modern Boston—the grown-up child. No parents here, to pay the bills, and call the electrician on the telephone. Quite the contrary, a repugnance has come into the mind of the man for electricians and all of their kind, who arrange everything so mechanically for mankind. The mind must arrange its own lighting system from now on. It is the law of nature. Perhaps it would have boen better if there had been some intimation in the home of what was coming 1 But above it all, and through it all, and in it all, every mind functions dif ferently. Some openly and wholly adopt other’s philosophies of adjust ment, that you must put a certain fuse here, and a certain fuse there to get the correct lighting—and these go about wearing these philosophies like misfit overcoats1. It matters! little, whether or no it is the parontal phil osophy of lighting or a complete re versal which is adopted wholesale—it simply cannot be done satisfactorily. The sleeves and coat-tails get in the way when you want to work! Some go half way and the result is a garment half way between an over coat, and a tuxedo for evening wear. Still others discard all overcoats com pletely and go about their work in life, with their shirt sleeves rolled up— ready to beat up on the first overcoat salesman who approaches them. But late in life, when their woyk is slacking, still disdaining the offers of the coat salesmen, they often resort to the par ental closet of long ago, whence they pull out the family garment of shelter and wrap themselves in it securely against the storms of evening. The human mind is like a huge vaulted library, privately owned, but open, at least in parts, to the public (Continued on page four.) Preparation for Honors By Dorothy Kent <<T TOW DO I study to got high * grades?” repeated a co-ed when asked what her system of work was. “I find it best to give close attention to the lectures. I try to grasp the big fundamental facts and don’t attempt to be too specific and make notes par rot-fashion. “I am majoring in English literature so I always try to keep a little ahead with my reading; I really already have a big reading background which is practically essential. “Yes,” she continued, “I have plenty of time for recreation. I do most of my studying in the afternoon hours which leaves my evenings free. When study ing, I concentrate as much as possible, but 'then—” she added apologetically, “I am only taking nine hours.” “I take full notes,” gays another honor student, “and I never rewrite them. I don’t try to do all the out side reading. I try to read perhaps two references and depend mostly on the text book. “It is most profitable for a student to pay close attention to the lectures and concentrate on both the lectures and the reading. I often let the out side reading go until the end when it has piled up I find I can study harder and remember more under a pressure of work. I do very little night study, none after ten o ’clock. I do most of my study in the library in the after noon.” Ten or twelve other honor students when consulted on how they find time to make good grades and take recrea tion, say the same as the above. Con centration at lectures and when read ing in the afternoon, more attention to the text book and less to outside read ing; keeping up with the reading and attempting to put more facts in the mind and less in the note book aud when it is time to study making that time count by close concentration is what these tudents all agree they have found to be the most profitable way to study. The high records that the 33 women and 20 men on the honor roll have made is a proof that the system, works. It sounds simple, doesn't itf Why not everybody try it?