Oregon Sunday Emerald
Member of Pacific Intercollegiate Association_
Official publication of the Associated Students of the University of Oregon, issued daily
except Monday, during the college year.__
Kenneth Yonel, Editor__Lyle Janz, Manager
ERNEST HAYCOX. Sunday Editor
9 The Board
Donald Woodward, Managing Editor; Clinton Howard, Assignments; Taylor
Huston, Night Editor; Catherine Spall, Society; Katherine Watson, Poetry
Writers: Jessie Thompson, Monte Byers, Arthur Rudd, John Anderson,
Rachael Chezem, Margaret fcjkavlan, Dorothy Kent, Van Voorhees, Marian
Lowry.
Belligerency Doesn’t Pay
There isn’t a great deal left unsaid about this athletic situation;
the dean of the school of physical education knows pretty much how
the student mind runs; the administration surely knows it, and in
another day or so a more tangible evidence will confront these people.
At that time our case will have been presented.
Yet, when all has been said, the written and quoted opinions
which have appeared in the Emerald have all been very, very mild.
Much milder, in fact, than the fireplace discussion has been. In
some respects students are merciful in their published statements.
Although mature people sometimes doubt our mental balance, we
poor oafs who inhabit these walls do consider that nearly every
question has two sides. Invariably we distrust our own first formed
impressions, believing that something should be heard from con as
well as from pro.
It might surprise some faculty members, however, to know the
sources from which we get accurate information. It might surprise
them to know the fairly accurate estimates we are able to put on a
man’s character. Thirty men, sitting around a round table can come
fairly close to the truth. This is to say that we are just a bit better
posted on this Bovard-Bohler case than anything we have said would
indicate; and we have been mild in what we have said.
We know that running a department is a difficult thing; it re
quires on the part of the dean, tact, diplomacy, and a realization
that it takes more than one man to make a school. Lacking this sense
of team play no department head will ever be successful at Oregon.
To be entirely frank, wc students believe that the dissension in the
P. E. school during the last two years or more has been due in a
measure to a too belligerant attitude on the part of Dean Bovard to
ward the members of the athletic staff.
The Old Order
It makes little difference that the Junior class abolished clean-up
day. It does not even matter much that the student council discussed
it, pro and eon, and that the senior class lent its august opinion in
favor of maintaining the function. When a tradition outlives its
usefulness, it dies, and seven times seven thousand organizations can
not bolster it up, nor can they infuse it with a new vitality. Inevit
ably it passes out, replaced by a better, more genuine display of stu
dent sentiment.
Oh, of course there may still be a plentiful supply of dandelions
to be plucked on this day of clean-up. Walks may yet be gravelled,
and decrepit fences always exist to be torn down. But the campus
has an efficient staff of men to do that work. It is not the same now
as in the year of 1907 when the clean-up was really a big aid to the
appearance of a small and financially pressed school. “Them days
is gone forever”; a new kind of atmosphere now is come upon us,
and we had better seek to find new acts which will best express this
atmosphere.
And though it may seem like base slander and, pure ingratitude,
one might venture to guess that the superintendent of grounds is
rather glad we abolished clean-up. He can leave the campus on that
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day with the sweet feeling that all the buildings will still be up on his
return.
H. G. Wells on Reading
H. (i. W'KIjTjS, in his article, “What
Kveryone Should Head,” in the May
issue of the American magazine, advises
everyone to read history every year and
every month in his or her life.” Mr.
Wells makes startling digressions from
the usual formulas submitted by critics,
and instead of presenting a long list of
the 100 best books, or the books every
one should read, states in a few words
what in his estimation, is essential in the
choice of reading.
In selecting history as a necesssary
part of every person’s reading, Mr.
Wells further states that this history
should be universal, but that everyone
need not necessarily read the same uni
versal history, choosing rather the type
of history most interesting and living to
one’s self and follow it from book to
book irrespective of the taste and advice
of others. Mr. Wells explains his pur
pose for writing the famous “Outline of
History” by saying that he considered
a summary of the big events of the
world necessary for busy people who do
not have the time to read voluminous
works.
The soeoud law for reading is to read
a newspaper, says the historian. At this
point he pays a tribute to American
journalists and newspapers, comparing
them with the British in these terms:
“The American dailies, on the other
hand, increase steadily in dignity ami
range and impartiality of the news they
give.” Much weekly newspapers as the
“Scientific American” and "Nature” of
London, tiro recommended by Mr. Wells
ns enabling the individual to keep in j
touch with the advance of human knowl
edge and achievement.
Biography is included in Well's read
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| iug suggestions. “For everyone there
I must be some personalit ies recorded in
biographical literature who have a suffi
cient appeal. Everyone should hunt for
his or her affinities,” says the writer.
Everyone should read what lays hold of
his or her mind, ancient writings or mod
ern. praised writings or banned writ
ings.”
Only two specific books are named
by Mr. Wells for everyone to read.
These are the Gospels of Plato’s “Re
public,” and are chosen because of their
fundamental, social and political ideas.
For Homer, Virgil, Shakespeare, Mil
ton. Goethe or any other of the great
names which ho says are so often im
posed upon the young person as inevita
ble, Wells says “try them.” He sees
a possibility of their being flat or dead
to some and perhaps to many persons.
He declares the}' have been ramn<ed
down people’s throats and forced upon
the young. He sees no reason why the
people who can find for themselves the
beauty of the flower or the lyric notes
of a bird’s song, should need to read'
Shelly and cull a nightingale a Pliilo
mol unless ho wants to.
As for novels, Wells favors them in
so far as they help the individual in his
questionings, but he believes that there
is no one novel at all that everyone I
should read.
His conclusion is that everyone should
pursue his own indivdual interest, read
what he can and as much as ho can.
PLEDGING ANNOUNCED
Phi Sigma Pi announces the pledging
of George Belknap of More.
Sprigs o’ Catnip
By J. M. T.
There’s one thing gives Professor Howe
A never-ending thrill.
In class a careful watch he’ll keep,
And when you dream, or go to sleep,
He calls on you, and you feel cheap.
He prob’ly always will.
The cynic souls of seniors find
A food for thought delightful,
In thinking how when they are gone
Their lack will be found frightful.
Some people have suspicious minds.
Alas, that this is true!
Some dirty work they always see
Whoever runs for office. We
Object to this. Don’t you?
• * *
They set forth in his red canoe,
Their hearts all primed for pigging.
But she got nervous—some folks do—
And took to wildly jigging.
So then he left the quarterdeck,
And began to climb the rigging.
The Editing Class spent an hour in
tears,
On Friday, their ten o’clock.
In order to teach them the ways of the
world,
So it wouldn’t be such a shock
When they left these peaceful campus
scenes.
The hour was spent in reading
News stories of murder and gruesome
death,
Till their tender hearts were bleeding.
Sobs shook their callous journalist
calm,
When they heard of murders gory.
But now when they’re launched in the
cruel world,
Such things won’t be a new story.
Building on Parnassus
By Kendall Allen *
T> Y THE waters of Babylon wrote
-*-* the old testament scribe, we sat
down and wept. And yet it was by
those very waters that those immortal
Psalms of David, the greatest litera
ture in the Old Testament was brought
forth.
And so it seems to me it must al
ays be with literature. It is in the
land of captivity, where the devotees
of the cult of literary first-worshippers
dream of their home land flowing with
milk and honey and crowned with a
marvelous temple the work of the mas
ter of the word-masons of the ages,
that true literature is born.
Like the platonic vision of the world
of perfect being which is but imper
fectly reflected in the being of this
world, so the sort of writing that is
worthy in any way of the name of lit
erature is an attempt in someway suc
cessful, to catch the soul of the ages—
a vague glimpse of the well-nigh for
gotten home-land. Like a sunbeam
wandered far from its usual course, it
has fallen into the mind of some mor
tal in this Babylonish world who is
capable of transforming at least some
of its yellow light into molten flowing
gold for his follow men to see. No won
der good iterature stirs us!
Robert Lynd in his volume, entitled
“Books and Authors,” points out that
the critic must believe that literature
is a great temple in the process of build
ing since the dawn of human culture.
We might well continue the simile,
too. Still are the great blocks of Ae
gean marble being hoisted into place,
not by the straining and tugging of a
thousand brawny shoulders but by the
spiritual laboring of a few disciples
of the Muse. Still, to the fluted cor
nices and the delicate carvings of the
buildings are being executed in the
high places and the less conspicuous
nooks and corners. Nor are all the
achievements of literature memoralized
in the great temple erected to the
Muse. The surrounding grounds bar
witness of her spiritual presence and
inspiration of mortals.
Might we not borrow Carlyle’s sim
ile of the great rivers of Homer, and
Dante, Shakespeare, Milton that flow
by at the foot of this Mount Zion of
the pen? Deep, and still, with a
strange unearthly grandeur, at times,
their waters flow, and in their limpid
depths, is reflected the white collon
nade and the delicate frieze of the
temple, far above.
In the wooded dales and groves back
of the temple are a thousand and one
little springs of refreshing cooling wa
ters, awaiting the pleasure of the pil
grim here.. r
The stillness of these parts is broken
by the hammers of the workmen, the
sound of the chiseling of the blocks,
each to fit in its proper place—and
occasionally the death cry of some un
fortunate workman who is crushed by
the great weight of the vrey block
which he was hoisting into place, and
which slipped back and fell upon him.
Accidents, it seems will happen, and
even works motivated by the celestial .
Muse sometimes crush their author and
parent with their own great misman
aged weight.
On the baked bricks, in the stone
carvings of Ancient Egypt, on the
white papyrus of Homer’s Greece,
through the yellowed parchments of
the Middle Ages, down to meet Gut
enberg at Mayence, and from thence
to the great quintuple presses and el
ectrotyping outfits of the modern day,
the record of the seasoned rock of the
classic temple has been borne. And of
the cost—-who dares to ask? Sacrifice
to the Muse is received by the Muse
alone, and the pains of birth and the
attendant strain on the author are for- ]
gotten in the joy of the recovery of
one more beam of celestial sunlight to
the world.
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CJ A herd of wild elephants in a mad stam
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I]J Man eating tigers springing before the
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tf The mighty lion stalking its prey.
€]J A host of strange, wierd animals of all
sizes.
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