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.
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Poetry
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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?
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In the Future
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will bring greater success to this Uni
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seniors, and to the freshmen and new
students of next year, let us express
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with one big thing in common—
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