The Sunday Emerald
VOLUME XXIV.
UNIVERSITY OF OREGON, EUGENE, SUNDAY, MAY 6, 1923
NUMBER 147
i
ROUND
and
BOUT
“YOUNG MEN, KEEP OUT!”
We are eertainly glad to observ
that the University has at last founi
enough money in its purse to put i
road and a good looking fence alonj
the railroad right-of-way. The pres
ent little mid-Victorian white fenc
with its queer little pinnacles at inter
vals of its length combined with th
view of Villard hall and one or twi
other buildings from the railroad trad
makes us feel that if the University
lived up to that setting it woul<
throw out all of its mere men studenti
and turn itself into a girls seminary
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BEHOLD—A SONNET TO CON
STANT SQUABBLING ON A
UNIVERSITY CAMPUS
Little baby down the street
Papa pushes the carriage
Babe’s name is student self-governmen\
What will they do about marriage?
Papa won’t let the baby grow
Or utilize his mind
He says the child is still too young
Is papa very hind?
But if babe is going to raise his stool
For future generations
He’d better throw down his rattle
And make some observations.
ONLY A FEW, PERHAPS
We wonder if it has occurred to th<
members of the University community
that perhaps the greatest potential salei
talk for the University, within imme
diate reach, is the view of the Univer
sity from the railroad track.
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NIGHT-DREAMING
Bay, girl, have you met Prince Charming
yet
Has he sung his first song for you
Has he wealth and health and the spirii
of man
Will he do and dare for YOU?
Was he born of the race of the Vikingi
Or come from a warmer clime
Has he loyalty, wisdom and love
Tfuit sets your heart a-chime?
By waters blue in the Orient
Where lotus fruit hangs low
’Neath blossoms half-blown, near thi
nightingale’s nest
You’ll live and you’ll love I trow.
ELITE, EFFETE, COMPLETE,
ETIQUETTE
Once at a state banquet, the lat<
lamented King Edward VII threw ovei
his shoulder some food rejected fron
his plate, because the guest of honor a1
the banquet did the same. The kindlj
and cultured king did not wish hi!
guest to be embarrassed even if he die
hail froip the wilds of the African jun
gles.
We appreciate the wisdom of, as w<
said before, the late lamented “kink’
in realizing that the teachings o:
books of etiquette must be adaptec
to one’s personality and surroundings
An ill-fitting suit of manners repre
sents the owner as a jay, just as effi
ciently as an ill-fitting suit of clothes
Therefore, we predict, that if in thi
immediate future, these publicist pro
pagandists do not cease to ram bool
etiquette, whole down our throats
someone will start a revolution agains
the tyrannical ruler.
We would recommend the following
means of conveying to the world the ex
cess of your revolutionary spirit, whei
r you have reached the end of your pa
tience with “boiler-plate” etiquette.
1. Thow everything over your should
• / er which you do not care to eat; throv
over the dish the contents, the bab}
with the bath, as it were.
2. Always bathe your face, and scrul
carefully behind the ears when finger
bowls are served.
3. Seize your knife and fork as i!
you were going to an Irish fight, anc
cuddle your tea-cup, as if it were you:
last earthly possession (or, a la 1923
as if it contained your last precioui
drop of Old Scotch, bottled in 1854.)
4. Smack your lips over your fooc
in a manner reminiscent of kissing you
dearest relative.
5. Drink all liquids, including evei
cock-tails with a whistling sound, am
if in ringing for the maid, you can’
find the bell under the table, whistle
it will do just as well.
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the mirror of friendship
Probably we never realize how mucl
we have grown, and how much we hav
remained the same until we meet a:
old friend, not seen for years.
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4 WHAT HO! DEMOCRACY!
Paternalism is an old, old story
It started years ago
When the boasted kings of Europe
Were afraid of the man with the ho<
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C. N. E
These Savage Customs
By Van Voorhees
NOW THAT the King Tut craze
has largely passed and his press
agents turned their pens upon “king”
Benjamin, perhaps a sober bit of scru
tiny will not be amiss. For while the
s ancient boy enjoyed a high esteem and
' passed an age or so interred among a
1 lot of bricabrac and furniture and what
[ not, he held to thoughts unworthy of a
- monarchj. Not satisfied with being
) just a king, he must be God besides,
. and being God he must endure forever.
) He saw that bronze endured, and gold
, and stone, so he conceived a wish to
. make himself just like them with the
. result that when he died a troop of
^ servants set to work to pickle him.
And they succeeded very well no doubt
1 for if we judge by others of his kind
■ his hide would now repel the toughest
steel and his poor empty head would
serve for cracking nuts or clams or
boulders.
A sordid view of life was his and not
a fearless one because he thought that
should his body be destroyed his spirit
would be lost forever. He could not
rise above his body which today re
mains a cast-iron monument to foolish
ness.
There are people living now who
think as did king Tut that those bodies
of our dead are of extreme importance
in themselves aside from how we think
about them. But there are those who
hold the other view, and, following
their leader’s word believe that bodies
count for naught when once the spirit
leaves. -
In flat reversal of this doctrine stand
today our rites of burial. While we no
longer set our dead in chairs and carry
them, bolt upright, through the streets
as did the Romans, still we do some
thing of the sort and then we mark
the bpot with stones and decorate with
flowers as if the body really were the
central thing in spite of what the Mas
ter taught. And later others come to
pick the flowers and rest upon the
stones and laugh with glee at things
that seemed so beautiful to those who
gave them.
If only we could get away from sor
did things and savage customs which
we hold. It almost seems too much to
hope until we hear that there are those
within this very town who plan to
do it. That cemetery on the ridge may
some day loose its sombre setting and
come to be a park, not turning thoughts
toward sorrow but away to finer
things.
It seems to me that one could dream
a nobler dream than that. A stately
building might adorn that spot, a thing
inspiring in itself as in its import.
And it is fitting that the dream should
have a place for that memoral court
which would, I think, hold meaning for
itself and for the spot it covered.
The thing in Tutank’s time would
have been desecration, but then men’s
thoughts were turned upon the body.
Punting on Our Race
By Kendall Allen
OREGON is not Oxford yet, not is
it even British, but pip pip good
egg; cheer up, that is no reason why
we should not take to “boating” more
than we do. We have no Charwell on
which we can pacefully glide or pole
ourselves along on during sunny after
noons when thoughts of learned profes
sorial muses with gray mustaches are
far from our minds.
But then, old dear, there are compen
sations. Think of the beauty of our
own mill race which leaves the parent
Willamette for a short distance to rip
ple past shady groves and lap at the
very doorsteps of some of our most res
pectable Eugene residents. And then
h ’y say we have the ladies, the charm
ing ladies to grace one lazyback in each
canoe, and as for the chaperons, well
chit, chit, good egg, they are mid-vic
torian don’t cher know?
The beginning of our club-house col
ony and boat-racing clubs has already
taken up its position on the race some
years ago. The idyllic stretch of field
and orchard between the race and the
Willamette will soon be reclaimed from'
its wild western beauty and subjuga
ted to the ideals of beauty set forth
by the human kind. In days to come
the country surrounding may not be
a wild paradise but it will be garden
spot.
And boat-racing and crew work, now
undertaken by our friend and rival,
the University of Washington—well,
! why can’t we have it here? Some say
, that it is impossible on the wild and
turbulent albeit beautitui Willamette,
but ^Time is the master changer of all
things and with a little help from the
University authorities, the Willamet
te’s stormy course may be sufficiently
ironed out and deepened near the Uni
versity to permit such work. All that
to the future, however, though we hope
it will not be too faraway a future.
It is clearly the duty of the Oregon
student body to take greater advan
tage of their natural surroundings than
they do, especially as though natural
surroundings pertain to the Mill Race
and the Willamette river. A large por
tion of the student body do make use
of the stream, but a still larger pro
portion of which little or no mention
is made, do not. Oregon graduates who
have spent many hours of their under
graduate days on Oregon’s "old Mill
race” do not regret the time; quite
the contrary, they seek to make con
verts from among the coming genera
tions of University students.
As the deans of the University well
know, time spent on the race so long
as the lessons are prepared is not
wasted for if one is alone (which is sel
dom, but not unpleasant) there is much
thinking to be done and speculation on
the world in general, which develops
the mind.. And as for the other alter
native, namely that of not being alone,
and eliminating the probability of com
panionship of another of the same sex,
the possibilities of entertainment and
friendship to be found in an Oregon co
ed are well known.
Oxfordizing the U. of O.
By Lester Tumbaugh
HOW WOULD you like to be your
own taskmaster in education?
, No eight o ’clocks, no compulsory lec
; tures, no condition of servitude to the
tune and time of a class bell, no dreary
, drowsy hours in a stuffy room during
' the warm hours of the spring term;
none of these during the last two years
at college.
Is it possible? Yes. Where? In the
United States; more specifically at
Princeton University. And Oregon?
• Possibly in the not far distant future,
who can tell. Her innovations like her
vast extent of territory put her in the
front row among states.
A joke? No. Some think it a plea
i sant reality. Princeton has adopted
in part the plan of “self education.”
' In Europe anything else but that would
be considered an innovation. Eight
there lies the outstanding difference be
tween the educational systems of two
continents. The plan goes into effect
at Princeton next year for the junior
class' and the following year for the
senior class.
1 In brief, this is the system. Empha
sis will be laid on the importance of
' concentration in the field of study and
’ in the development of a policy of class
room work and set exercise. However
the student is expected to consult per
idoically with his preceptor. At the
, end of his junior year a student must
5 take a comprehensive examination in
j the field of his major study, and at the
end of his senior year a similar compre
hensive examination covering, however,
the subject of both the junior and sen
ior years will be required for a degree.
A standing substantially higher than
the mere passing mark heretofore re
quired for credit at Princeton will be
i. insisted upon.
The degree in Princeton in future
instead of representing the accumula
tion of credits for courses passed will
“be evidence that the graduate will
not only have covered a broad field of
knowledge as required by the curri
culum in genral, but will also have mas
tered at least the fundamentals in some
particular field, and will have develop
ed the habit and method of independent
work.”
In announcing the new plan Presi
dent Hibben of Princeton, issued the
following statement:
“In this way it is hoped that our un
dergraduates not only will store their
minds with new knowledge of their own
seeking, but also, because of the inde
pendent character of their work, they
will acquire a fruitful method of inves
tigation. We hope that they will feel
the inspiratiin of a great subject and
that their efforts will be aided by the
law of the reciprocal relation between
initial interest and knowledge which
operates in every intellectual endea
vor, namely, that with initial interest
there comes knowledge, and that with
increase of knowledge there comes in
crease of interest.
“In the work of the world after grad
uation, in every profession a man is
thrown upon his own mental resources.
He will stand or fall according to his
ability to think independently and con
structively in reference to the problems
which daily present themselves to him
for solution. We wish our young men
to go out into this world of their la
bors and of their testing, with some
knowledge of the secret of independent
intellectual reasoning. We wish them
to be able to form independent judg
ments and express their convictions and
to defend them. Therefore, we are en
deavoring to put in their hands a new
instrument of power, as well as to
reveal to them sources of intellectual
(Continued on page two.)
Poetry
BOTTICELLI’S WOMEN
How shall I paint themf—Mary robed
and wan,
With earthly sweetness in the arms that
hold
The Holy Child. And strange to look
upon
Shall be the troubled eyes, and ever
cold
Shall be the light reflected from below.
And Venus shall be painted on a shell—
Voluptuous, faintly pink in sunless glow
Of dawn upon a rose-strewn ocean’s
swell.
One face shall serve for both—with
wistful weight
Of fear and pain that comes from love
too great.
—Margaret Skavlan
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PARADE
A starving mendicant—I join the throng
In filthy rags. I hobble painfully.
With knights and monks and flower
girls I long
To share—how briefly—in life’s pag
eantry.
—Margaret Skavlan.
MY STARS
Two stars I have
To guide me
Which are a deep mauve hue
'Most always—
And when they beam approval
They ’re that shade, too.
Tho, when I go astray
From my own self’s truth
They always gleam a deep deep gray
Suggestive of a rainy day—
In misty way.
But soon a light comes out
And they
All sadness flout
From gray to blue—
Ahl here’s a secret too
Just onee to see how much they cared
I flirted with—O, well I dared—
It matters not with whom—
A moment, then, the stars were green
Those eyes of yours—colleen.
—Patricia Novlan
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APRIL EVE
Above the leafing poplars
The full moon floats *
In a pool of yellow light
The night wind softly strokes my face
With mist-chilled hands
I walk the streets alone
And night thoughts haunt my heart.
Through lighted windows of ugly
houses
I see the people sitting
In their steam heated rooms
Playing Jazz music or poker
And talking of elections, of wages
Of neighbors, of God.
God! Why don’t they look at the Moont
Above the leafing poplars _
The full moon floats
In a pool of yellow light.
Night thoughts haunt my heart.
—Patricia Novlan
HOKKU
’Tis the hungry fiah
(Poor fiah—big fiah inclusive)
That’a caught on a line—
—Patricia Novlan
PICTURE
Ho! Ho!
Man in Ford laughing, to see
Man walking down the road.
Man in Packard laughing
To aee
Man in the Ford!
Birds up above, laughing
At all.
—Patricia Novlan
THINKING I
When you think
You remind me—of once—
When I came upon the black kitten
Sliding fastidiously through the wet
glory of flowering currant
After rain;
His velvet fur
Wrinkling about his shoulders.
Shaking off the drops.
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P. N.
Jade lute
Dripping silver
In a purple sea.
—H. L. 8.
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SANS EMOTION
Cool,
Green
Sea water,
In a bowl,
Amber-lighted.
Slim
White
Fingers
Trailing their marble tips
Slowly—
—H. L. 8.
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THE WIND
The Wind
Is my*play-fellow
He pelts my windows with
Bain-silver, like
j Pebbles,
i Coaxing me to
! Play.
—H. L. 8.
Gelett! How Could You!
By Nancy Wilson
■ irji wuat a prissy, prin
sort of a word it is. The veri
sound of it has the stiff swish o:
starched petticoats about it. It belong]
to a bygone day—a day of E. P. Ro<
and china closets and buggy robes anc
tidies. So much for the word itself
As for the thing for which the wore
stands—that knowledge or instinct oi
training which governs an individual’i
actions in regard to gentlemen’s armi
at curbings, fork technique, introduc
tions, weddings and dinner parties it ol
late seems to be arousing an interesl
wholly unprecedented. Pamphlet pro
paganda sent out by the publisher* oi
books on Etiquette has flooded th<
mails. Interest in the proper consump
tion of food has become avid. Wei
meaning young men who have always
walked down the street between twe
girls, if fortune so favored them with
the opportunity, suddenly discovei
that they belong on the outside anc
must do an elaborate squad drill ai
crossings and turns. “What’s wrong
in this picture?” has become a slang
expression.
When satirists like Qelett Burgess
he who has defied even the convention
alities of satire, sets out to write an
article on Etiquette for the American
magazine, then indeed may be appalled,
One could as easily imagine the author
of the “Purple Cow” or the “Goops”
writing a serious article on Real Es
tate or Home Economics. To be sure
he handles it in a characteristically
Burgess style, describes the Cup Cud
dlers and the Table Ostrich and the
Home Dentist, and holds up in the
light of scorn the users of the Banjo
and the Stiletto grips, the Touch Sys
tem and the Baby Grab, but there’s
l txiat about tlie article which savors
■ a bit of the wholesomeness of a boiled
! dinner, and the smugness of the mem
i ber of a Browning club. Says Gelett,
i “one with delicate perceptions and
; sympathies, balanced character and a
, rich soul may eat without embarras
sment at the table of a king.” Gelett,
how could youl He insists on putting
, etiquette on an ethical basis and quotes
the Golden Buie of Eating— “Don’t do
anything you dislike to see others do.”
This from the man who was capable
of writing such sheer, delightful non'
sense as
“ The window has two little panes,
But one have I.
The window panes are in its sash,
I wonder why.”
It only makes us realize the insidious
influence that etiquette propaganda is
exerting on us every day. It has crept
into our literature, and wo may look
for it noxt in our art. We can think of
some—Study of a Workingman Mulch
ing Lettuce, or a Cubistic Conception of
a Soup Tilter.
After all isn’t it a tempest over
tea pots. Not that we quite agree with
the Scottish bard that a “man’s a man
for a’ that” though he harpoon his
bread or drip his soft boiled egg down
his whiskers, but we do maintain that
assiduous study of a book of etiquette
and application of the principles there
in contained would take the life out
of any party. The beauty of manners
is contained in their inconspicuous ease
and grace. The conscious eater is the
awkward eater. The person who is
concerned with his manner and manners
is the solf-conscious person who makes
himself and everyone else uncomfor
table. Let’s try to be natural!
“Dear Mother Asia---”
By Dorothy Kant
SOME 25,000 years ago, in Alaska one
spring evening a group of Paleoli
this hunters sitting on their haunches in
the chill dusk around their camp fire
dined and rested for the night. It waB
the beginning of their overland trip from
Asia to North America.
Such in effect is the statement made
by Dr. Edwin Hodge, professor of geol
ogy of the University of Oregon. The
mute evidence to the truth of this state
ment is found in the recent discoveries
of the bones of Paleolithic men in the
Colin mound at Albany, Oregon. A
strange coincident is that with these
bones are those of an early white broth
er from across the Atlantic. Besting
peacefully side by side they disprove
Kipling’s prophecy that “East is East
and West is West and never the twain
shall meet.”
The bones were unearthed through the
careful labors of Mr. Crawford of Al
bany and are a matter of greatest sci
entific interest to anthropologists and
sociologists.
That spring evening so long ago these
ancient men sat eating around the fire.
Their projecting jaws, high cheek bones
and inclined eyes were visible through
their scanty beards and beneath their
straight shaggy hair. A horse had been
caught in a pit and killed with a stone
club. Its flesh roasted and juicy they
were grinding between their heavy
molars. One of them mashed a bone
wis his stone hammer that he might lick
the marrowi within. They stuffed them
selves till they were heavy with food then
sunk to sleep about the dying embers of
the fire. Next day they traveled south
ward and for days and days they trav
eled always to the south until they came
to the Columbia river and so on down
into Oregon.
■ “Lest some of you may question my
reasons for feeling certain that these
people came from Asia,” says Dr. Hodge,
“I will discuss them briefly:
“America had no connection with any
other continent except Asia during the
period of man’a existence. No evidence
of men in America before the lee Age
has ever been found. Not until it grew
warm enough to travel through Alaska
could men come apparently. The ex
ternal appearance of the discovered bones
show skull shapes and cheek bones of
Mbngolian origin. The Indians of Ore
gon who are descendants of the Paleo
lithic men have 12 languages which show
a very complex and ancient development
requiring at least 15,000 years. Asso
ciated with these Paleolithic remains are
mastodon, elephant, megolonyx, and horse
bones, all of which animals had been ex
tinct in America for 250,00 years. Horses
were imported in colonial days by the
colonists. The stone culture of these
early men is that of the Europeans of
the same period. That they followed the
course of easiest travel and abundant
food is provd by the great population of
Indian tribes along the coast where fish
are so plentiful.
The pleasant climate and easily ob
tained food were the cause of these early
men not developing. They had no incen
tive for inventitive thought, Dr. Hodge
further explains. Consequently their
descendants have* degenerated into the
common native wild Indian found here
by the early settlers.
A Real R.O.T.C. Band?
By Art Rudd
THE SAME interests which placed
the “sweaters for University band
men” amendment on the ballot, which
will be voted on in the student body elec
tion Wednesday, is behind a move to
make the band a campus activity on the
same status as the orchestra or the glee
clubs.
Under the present arrangement mem
bers of the band work for credit in the
R. O. T. C. and when their two years of
service are finished they are lost to the
organization. The loss of some of the
most talented musicians in the present
group of bandmen will have to be met
when the fall term opens next year, ac
cording to those in charge. Were credit
allowed for the full four years ,as it is
at some of our neighboring institutions,
this difficulty would be overcome as
most men would enjoy being in the band
if it brought the same recognition that
the other musical organizations receive.
There are some difficulties in the way
of the proposed change that would have
to be removed before it would be feasi
ble. It would be more difficult to get
men out to practice, were attendance
not required to obtain credit, as it is
under the present plan. Also a number
of the instruments that are now being
used here are property of the government
and it would probably be necessary for
the student body to make some invest
ment in this line. An expert leader would
also be a necessity.
Winston Caldwell, the present dirge
tor of the R. O. T. C. band, favors the
change. He is working with the band
in preparing an hour and a half pro
gram which will be presented at Junior
week-end. This will be a test of the
quality of the band, and he has ex
pressed a hope that students generally
will be able to form an opinion at that
time as to whether or not the organi
zation deserves the recognition of being
made a student activity.
It has been pointed out that a band is
,a big factor in arousing spirit at ath
j letic contests, at campus luncheons and
at rallies. Yell kings find it an almost
indispensible factor in keeping up the
quality ot rooting, as most Btudents are
| aided in their vocal support of the team
by hearing the lively airs of the Oregon
j songs.
There is a general sentiment on the
, campus that Oregon should have the very
best band possible, and it is felt that the
! quality of the work will never be best
until its members are made to feel that
! they are a part of the activity of the
!a. 8. u. o.
PLEDGINOS ANNOUNCED
Alpha Tau Omega announces the
pledging of James Baker, of Oakland,
Oregon.
Alpha Beta Chi announces the pledg
ing of Quarles Burton, of P*rtland.