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 * * # * # * 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. * » • * # * 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. * • • • • • 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. «• *» * * 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< . . • • * • 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 * « » » * * 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 • • • • * 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. * « » # * *' P. N. Jade lute Dripping silver In a purple sea. —H. L. 8. * * • • • SANS EMOTION Cool, Green Sea water, In a bowl, Amber-lighted. Slim White Fingers Trailing their marble tips Slowly— —H. L. 8. • • • • • • 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.