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About Oregon daily emerald. (Eugene, Or.) 1920-2012 | View Entire Issue (June 8, 1923)
TIME IS NOT VALUED, SAYS DEAN By Freda Goodrich FRIENDLY (lark eyes that perceive keenly, a whimsical smile and a disarming, fascinating personality that defies analysis—that in a word is Grace Edgington, acting dean of women on the campus during the present term. It is a difficult task to analyze a per sonality so delightfully complex and so provocatively baffling, a personal ity that is itself capable of such keen analysis. But one does not stand, be cause of this, in awe of Miss Edgington. One has for her a very, very sincere admiration and regard, but it is impp's sibie to be awed by those friendly, smiling eyes. Rather does it inspire one to confidence, to greater efforts and to an earnest endeavor to win their approval. Miss Edgington is not at all awed by her present position—she would not care to be a dean of women perman ently, she says, at least, not the type of dean of women that most college traditions expects—I am afraid that the sort of dean that I should like to be would not conform to generally accep ted standards.” Seriously, however, Miss Edgington is more vitally interested in her own professional work than in her deanship. “I am having to neglect some of the things that mean the very most to me, because I can not find time for them,” she says. Miss Edgington has not been to the campus merely a social mentor—she has tried in her brief period of office to get at the heart of University wo men—to understand their peculiar prob lems and to discuss with them other things than social usages. On the other hand, the dean believes that tfiere is such a thing as giving too little attention to the finer things of life, and observed that this may bo one criticism of the Oregon campus as a whole. “We are young and a little awk ward; wo give too little attention to social poiso. but wo have a vigorous spirit, and I believe that this exterior brusqueness will be rubbed off in time. Our student body comes from the great middle group, I should say. We have but few on the campus that come from families that run to “class” socially, and we have no inferior race problem. We come from pioneer stock in a great new state and our University, as com pared with the institutions of the south and east, is also new. We are so vit ally interested in building up our foun- I dations as a social unit that we are often neglectful of the niceties. But underneath it all,” the dean continued, with her nice smile, “I believe there is a great deal more satisfaction in working toward a goal than in having the goal already attained. It is the old thrill of pioneering, I think.” Speaking of her observations regard ing the Oregon student body during her period of office, Miss Edgington says that she finds students very frank and honest. “If they intend to deceive you, they tell you about it first,” she says. “The greatest fault I have to find with the Oregon student is that he is too free with his time—anyone or anything may have it. He places too little value upon it and consequently he can not expect others to value it. In the line of activ ities I should say that there is a ten dency to emphasize quantity at the great expense of quality. We are so eager to get into things—-to know peo ple—that we accept a thousand petty duties and responsibilities rather than concentrating our efforts upon the one thing in which we are really interested. We tear madly to meetings and teas during our underclass years until by the time we are seniors and there might be a definite work for us to do on the campus we are too physically tired to accomplish it. “I believe the campus is gradually becoming more significantly organized, and that gradually the organizations that do not contribute definitely to the culture or progress of the institu tion will dissolve,” says the dean. Dean Edgington is pleased on the whole with the student body as she has found it, and especially with the wo men, she has said. “Our women are more wholesome, I believe, than the average women of the eastern institutions.” Those who consult Grace Edgington on any perplexity that may confront them will never have cause for regret. They will find her beautifully sympa thetic of youth—she is not so unpar donably old that she can not still see the point of view of youth—ready to assist in any manner in her power one who needs her assistance and always so delightfully friendly and cordial that it is a real pleasure to steal away from the troubles and cares that haunt daily living and enjoy a few minutes of companionship with her. TO THE EDITOR OF SUN. EMLD. WHOSE COLUMNS DEVOTE THEM SELVES TO SOLVING OF WORLD WIDE QUESTIONS. Dear Sir, For n long time I have look at sundae emld. with searching eyes and what do T find. Nothing but tear down this, tear down that and next day another unggery jurnilist tear down man who wrote first tear down. My brain are addled til I dont kno which are wrong. At first 1 have great ambition to write!a build up story before thish paper collapse. On second, third and 5tli thoughts however, my Irish are arowsed and I also got great desire to wreck wholdarn universe. Wat are 1 to criticise? Everything about sun. emld. Firstly I am enraged by Hon. poetry colum. It are intensely punk. Even my partly colege trailed oriental mind are unable to got meaning from any of the poems. In my most extreme modesty I am forsed to admit that I am able to make .just as good poetry as that. Take the following for eggsample & compare with Sundae Emld, poetry; TO MY SWEETHEART Thou is like a hog-; Mv swittie? Rooting your way! To my: Hart- p. d. q. For fear you dent my ability, I sub mit another. A JOOWELL 0 dimond . . Thy points of fire; End up? In my lion, pocketbook .... Ensnlaggling, behokering, pro wheed ling-* The Shekels therefrom. Having seen some of mv pomes & know how well 1 are qualifyed to juge 1 know that even you, Hon. Editor, will see how uslessnoss it is to print poems like ure being printed. “Why”, I in oculate, “must these pomes go on.” Sur ely hon ed. you could find plenty of nice pretty pearce Arrow collar ads (like 1 wear) to fill up the colum that are now wasted by poeniry. . 1 other colum that are being wasted iV coold be used nicely for hosiery adv. are colum by lion c. N. 11. on front page. Some times hea colum sound like Krazk Kat which are featured in our contemporary, ore. Journal, other time i hon C. N. II. colum. do not even sound like Kat, just Krazv. it seems that it are quite allright to get personal in talking about matters protaining to sun. emld, so 1 will so do. 1 will say for you hon. Mr. 0. N. 11. that you are all lemon and punch and would suggest that you play hon. wel knoun game in which chose stand all alone. However hav ing no personal grievance against you I am not able to insist that resine. Hon aditoriuls of sundae, emld have not good. They are too much like hon poetry colum, too hard to be under stood. The last aditorial by hon. E. J. H. in which he say goo bye are best aditorial of year, in my humble apin ion. Else you think 1 am completley sour on sun. emld. like Win. Jenny Bryan are i on theurv of evalutiou, 1 will say good j words for lion, sliete. Advertising in sundae emld, are wonderful, hoping you are the same. yrs truly. ISHUBA FINEGUY. Not The Best Sellers Perhaps From “The Antigony” of Sophocles to “Babbit,” by Sinclair Lewis there lies a large gap in time, and treat ment of subject matter. Two such works when incorporated in a list of what one reader considers' the ten best books he has read, showing a reading range of considerable broadness, and a diversion from a ono way track in tho realm of literature. Dean Colin V. Dyment, dean of the college of literature, science and arts, when asked to name what in his esti mation were the ten best books that lie had read replied: “That is quite a task for the spur of tho moment,” then paused and slow ly considered the matter before at tempted to answer, he continued, “May I answer in part in a general way?” Given permission to do so, for Deans must be ^respected, he first named the books of Charles Dickens. A lapse of several seconds, deathly silence. “Next. I should say Sven Nadeen’s account of his trip in Tibet.” Quickly followed Babbit by Sinclair Lewis. Another silent intermission which end ed with the naming of Well’s Outline of History. And then came the book we were afraid ttie Dean was going to overlook. Huckleberry Finu. Walter Lipinan’s Public Opinion and Mind in the Making by James Harvey Robinson were next named. Silence again. Then, “How many does that make?” “Seven.” “Hm.” Silence. Shakespeare. Now we were satisfied. The Antigony of Sophocles followed. And there is a little novel recently written by a French author, the name 1 have forgotten.” More silence while the Dean endeavored to recall the title. It turned out that the book was Maria Clinpdelaine by Louis Henton. "1 include it,” said the Dean, “be cause it is a good story well done and in a simple style. Skippers and Mates (Continued from page one) steams by in a tin caliope with the price tag indorsed in his name. Take him in all cases, young lady; you can hock the speed wagon and beat it back to ma at least. But if lie tolls you about the little cottage out on the five-oont carline where you can while the day away playfully riling up the garden with a hoe and where you can swing on the front gate and watch him speed home ward from the car after the office grind, call him on it: lead him to the' utter if you have to hogtie him. __I Poetry ---i SCIO And I have sighed when youth was sovereign, With all youth’s yearning and that i grey despair That conies with knowledge that the i times are pitched At discord with that individual nature To which our fates ordain’d us; coup led with, Now do I see it, youth’s dim perspec tive which Adds its sting to melancholy’s hour. For nature had to me ordain’d a bold And questioning spirit, one to trodden ways Extraneous, ever asearch for vistas New paths that were to others all Unknown; a spirit scarcely ere removed Which might by slight allusion, word or deed, Be full aroused; and then ambition rise Athirst, and peace might woo in vain. To force the frontier of some untamed land My alien eyes the first to know its bourn; To try the trackless wastes of snow where nought E’re moves but creeping ice; to gage a life Against the desert’s subtle mystery Perhaps to add one’s dust unto the i sand; Or, glorious! a ship, the ocean, sun And stars to hold my ship unto her course, The stimulating odor of the brine, The verberating music in my ears, The curling music on some unknown shore To charm the eye with varied sym metry; O pictures of my youth’s imagina tion! Your freshness still doth keep an inner shrine Within my memory, although I know That ye are visions never to be seen For long ago the shores were tamed; nature Day by day becomes an open book. O mind, O intellect, and shall I call Thee soul? vaguely do I sense your in finite Horizon. I am content, though shores are known And sea lanes all are sailed, I feel As one who wonders at the stars; hea vens Of thought illimitable surround me ] quite, My greatest joy to sense a new star’s light. —John Scheffer. * . * * TOILER’S TWILIGHT Colored, dimming twilight, Rest craved from the long day’s la bour . . 1 . . But now the chance has come, Tt carries no relaxation Only sterility, sodden stupefaction; The memory-sight of the day’s long rush, With its blackening, labour, Calloused palms, bruised knuckles, grimed fingers, Old work pants, stinking shirt, nasty socks, Scheme-shames, and a rump-steak din ner. i Out here in the park on the hilltop, The fountain reflects sky-colors. Colors, blues and pinks, orange shades, green grass, Soft sunset lights, a fountain full of mirror water. Deep blues reflected; reds and blues j and piuks reflected. No art like this. Over there in the harbor, A steamer’s smoke lifts into the sum mer air; The “Makura” off for Honolulu. The lovers come. They sit side by side on green benches. The rested and the happy come, And wander about the winding walks. The starving come. Wretched cattle. Tonight the soft green lawn will bed them, And tomorrow .....? But the worn day passes, The sun sets. —Robert F. Lane. • • • PALE EMPRESS Thou art the patient, pallid, futile moon, Tied in the sky of blazing afternoon, With none aware that in a little span Thou shalt be throned, more finely golden than Any golden queen in legend reigning, Reigning while all the winev night is waning. They are not blind who pass thee in the sun. Consumed with brittle passions as the} run. They chose their day and chose it ani mate. But veiled in pallor thou wilt well await Alchemic night and its unearthly stage ing That sends thee out golden, ageless and unageing. Student Government (Continued from page one") lapse for every movement where stu dent opinion should have had weight, i So long as passing the buck continues these movements will continue to die. Their very birth is meaningful only as the omen of early extinction. The next school year will be upon ' us almost before we know it. The I question that ought then to be asked is whether the student voice is then going :o be as feeble as it has been this md last year and the year before that. Is there going to be the same Ouck passing, the same indifference, ;he same kind of failure as ever? But next year is capable of the great ;st change! Next year student self government must come to the atten tion of the students! The errors of the past make it imperative! Student self-government will require much steady thought. It will require thought to put it across; it will require thought to make the terms and condi tions strong; it will require care to give it effect. It is not a dream, but it might become a delirium. Hash (Continued from page one) overdue books back to the Library, won’t the Oregon Knights, Arabian Knights, K. K. K., or some other so niety please inaugurate a movement to get the missing clothes in the living organizations back to their rightful owners? The Elkins Art and Gift Shop 832 Willamette Street Graduation gifts are diffi cult to select. We offer very choice lines of quality gifts. The following are a few sug gestions : Book Ends I V aces Framed Mottoes Candle Sticks Roycroft Myrtlewood Stationery Fountain Pens and Eversharp Pencils Seibel Jewel ware Van Briggle and Fupur Pottery and a splendid collection of pictures, ranging in price from $1.00 to $28. Appreciation o e •J To the University students we wish to express our most sincere apprecia tion for their trade during the past school year; and we take pleasure in wishing them a prosperous and enjoy able vacation period. Since 1869 €J[ This store has been one of the lead ing business institutions of Eugene. During this time we have witnessed j with great pleasure the rapid strides of the growth of the University of Ore gon. We are pleased to think that this i store has at all times kept abreast with the University in development and in spirit. I In the Future C[J Next year, and the years that follow will bring greater success to this Uni versity. New faces will appear and older ones will go—so to the departing seniors, and to the freshmen and new students of next year, let us express our heartiest good wishes—as friends with one big thing in common— A GREATER OREGON KUYKENDALL’S FOR DRUGS I The New Special Editions of the FIEST DANCE FOLIO ARE HERE NOW Come in and hear these late popular hits: “Marcheta” “Yes, We Have No Bananas” “Seven or Eleven” “Louisville Lou” MORRIS MUSIC HOUSE 912 Willamette Street You Know how it is to have a date, but to realize that your hair is in a horrid condition and you will not be comfortable unless it is cared for. Then, too, you know the pleasure that comes with the knowledge that there is the VANITY BOX. so conveniently located and so expert in workmanship—where one’s hair may be mar velled and dressed to complete satisfaction. t To Our | Friends— X We greatly appreciate the many friend ly ships we have made this year and we sin y cerely hope that we may renew these ac ^ quaintanceships next fall. ^ MRS. FRANK ALDRICH X MISS BERTHA LARSON l VANITY BOX Over the Campa Shoppe