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About Oregon daily emerald. (Eugene, Or.) 1920-2012 | View Entire Issue (Jan. 13, 1927)
Dogs, Tourneys Fight for Place In Public’s Eye Donut Handball to Start Monday; “Phi Betes” Enter Teams Sorsby to Keep Players On “Straight, Narrow” A New York City editor once said that it was not news when a dog bit a man, but if a man bites a dog, that’s news. There have been a lot of do-nut tournaments run off in the past, that’s not news, but there are going | to be three more starting next Mon- i day, and that’s entitled news. Another team has taken up the gauntlet thrown down by the law yers, geologists, bookkeepers, type writer-pounders, and physical edists. They will have to be called the “Phi Betes” for they represent the cream of the school of education or at least those athletically inclined. Starting next Monday, the inter departmental handball doubles tour nament will be run off. It will be a round-robin with each team play ing five games. The schedule for play for next week is Law vs. Geo logy, Physical Education vs. Busi ness Adminstration and Journalism vs. Education. Managers of teams will schedule their own matches. The official donut free lance singles and doubles tournament also starts Monday with the drawings posted in the courts. The singles frays will be straight elimination but the doubles teams must be de feated twice before they are out of the question. Courts 3 and 8 have been reserved for competing players, the former exclusively for doubles games and the latter for singles. All games scheduled to be played -after 3 o’clock in the afternoon must be signed up with Bill Sorsby in the regular manner used for ordinary play. Mu Phi Alumni Club Holds First Meeting The first meeting of the Mu Phi Epsilon Alumni club, organized in the fall, was held at the home of Mrs. A. C. Dixon, Monday evening, with Mrs. A. E. Roberts, president of the active chapter, presiding. Those members elected to offices were: Mrs. T. A. Pearson, president; Mrs. A. C. Dixon, vice-president; Mrs. E. Wyatt, secretary treasurer. Committees were appointed to ar range for Portland Symphony and various other musical programs, which will be announced later in the month. The next meeting is to be held a month from last Monday at the home of Mrs. E. E. Leslie. Music Laws Studied At Musical Meeting The business meeting of Mu Phi Epsilon of last Sunday evening was followed by a talk by Mrs. L. C. Harris, wife of the former Supreme Court Judge, Harris. Mu Phi mem bers had been studying the laws of music, and Mrs. Harris’ talk con cerned helpful suggestions on the same subject. Practical illustrations were used throughout. At the business meeting, Mrs. A. E. Roberts presided. The members of the committee in charge for the day were Mrs. Gifford Lash and Mary Bush. Oregon Knights Elect New Club Officers At a meeting of the Oregon Knights yesterday the following of ficers were elected: Clinton Mitchell, duke; Burr Abner, scribe; ,ex chequer, Bill Hynd. Former officers were Bill Brown, Verne Dale, Clin ton Mitchell. Extensive plans were discussed for handling the high school guests this week-end who will be met at the trains and taken to living or ganizations by the knights. The Oregon Knights will also usher at the assembly Friday morning and at basketball games in the new bas ketball pavilion. Diversions on a Penny Whistle Going-To-The-Stars By VACHEL LINDSAY Appleton and Company Here’s a new primer out by Mr. Lindsay. He calls it “ Going-To-The Stars.” It isn’t quite clear who is or who was. The first poem in the book is called “These Are the Young.” And they’re like this: “. . . . Girls Olympian white Or painted to the eyes, Innocently wicked, Innocently wise; Innocently impudent, Innocently gay;—” On the other hand is Proud young man America who is an athlete “red and gay.” Mr. Lindsay is earnestly concerned about the aim and spiritual name of his young. It would seem wisest to say—Tramp, Tramp, Tramp, the Boys are March ing—and let it go at that. We scent Whitman here. )Mr. Lindsay rises to sing of Andrew Jackson and sings loudly of himself along in the panegyric. Part of the time the hero is Old Andrew Jack son, part of the time Old, Old Andrew Jackson, and part of the time old, old, old, old Andrew Jack son. A reversed “99 Bottles” effect. But why wouldn’t two “olds” have described Jackson as well as four. Mr. Lindsay’s propensity for reiter ating words is so undisciplined that it blunts and decimates his poetry instead of sharpening and vivifying it. We were surprised to find in “A Curse for the Saxophone” that it was John Wilkes Booth who started the World War. It was something like this: Booth it seems, was told by 20,000 pigs, all playing “The Beale Street Blues” on the Saxo phone, that he was quite welcome to go to Hell. Then they played some more. Then he did. After the hurly-burly was over, Booth some how started the world war. The plot development has a certain sketchiness, in our opinion. Any way it was to be gathered that the blame was to be laid to the saxo phone. Mr. Lindsay himself prefers silver flutes at dawn to saxophones. Then further on there’s a eulogy called “Virginia” in which it is to be learned that Kentucky isn’t Ken tucky at all but Virginia. That state is irrevocably impressed on I the mind of the reader by way of the fact that every stanza (and there is no poverty of stanzas) ter minates with—“Virginia, Virginia!” An unhappy feeling harasses us that “Ammonia, Ammonia!” would have given the same well-rounded effect in the end, since repetition had made us practically anaesthetic to meaning. The book closes with a whimsey called “Celestial Flowers of Gla cier Park,” attended by some draw ings of the poet. The drawings are fantastic and piiquant, describing the many flowers of Mr. Lindsay’s fancy—The Bear’s Bridal Wreath, The Red Ant’s Towers, Wall Paper for the Sky, The Flapper’s Pride, The Shielc’s Plume, The Sugar Candy Bun, A Daisy Gone Wrong, and others. A nice verse for the children. Some of the shorter poems might be mentioned—“The Pansy Wed ding,” which sounds like Emily Dickinson, and some more little na ture poems in a vernacular of sim plicity and ingenuity. We are re minded, all unworthily, of those large women who seem to have an irresistable urge to sing Children’s songs (With the accompanying im personation of quaint child manner isms) at the local Apollo Club Con certs. It is only too good to remember that Vac'hel Lindsay wrote “The Congo” and “General William Booth Enters Heaven;” for our only fel icity in “Going^To-The-Stars” exists in forgetting it. Ah—how could you do so, Rob inson Crusoe? /. Whitfield, Former Instructor, Returns Miss Irene Whitfield, former English instructor here, has re turned to the campus for part time work in the classes of Robert D. Horn, instructor in English. Mr. Horn is taking over Miss Burgess’s classes in American novel. This ar rangement, as well as the dropping of several English courses was made necessary by Miss Burgess’s leave of absence for a trip to Europe. Use the OREGON ELECTRIC Going Home $5.30 Portland and Return Tickets on sale Fri., Sat., and Sun’s; Return limit Tuesdays Low Round Trip between Eugene and the following points, daily 15 day return limit: Albany $2.50; Corvallis $2.25: Forest 'Grove $7.10; Salem. $3.80; Woodburn $4.75; Hillsboro $6.75. Trains leave 8:00, 10:50 a. m. 2:00 (Ltd) and 6:05 p. m. L. F. Knowlton F. S. Appelman Trav. Psgr. Agt. Agent Phone Main 140 w Electric RfriiQio Uallev Line R- ad ’em and Weep By SIGMUND SPAETH Doubleday Page and Co. For those convivial and rompish souls who feel impelled to invigor ate all little gatherings, should apathy, perchance, set in, and pro viding the same souls are not too subject to troubling aberrations of pitch, we recommend with pleasure an inestimable handbook—“Bead ’em and Weep” by Sigmund Spaeth. Herein are all the old favorites. The book might be called a history of American popular songs and bal lads. Bar-room and ball-room se lections get an equal amount of deference paid them, and if the former are not always set forth in full, still there are likely to be 28 verses or so to their credit (which ought to sustain any company, no matter what the average rate of endurance). There are the parlor songs of other days, having delicately to do with croquet, Twilight strolls in the Park, and flirtations on the ice (than which we’d suggest there -was safer places). Cupid somehow man ages to make a vigorous manifesta tion of himself in them—one and all. And pictures go along to elucidate if you’re going to be literal-minded and imagine they mean a game of croquet when they say a game of croquet. Mr. Spaeth, the compiler of the book, whose persistent footnotes may be impertinent rather than per tinent, but certainly never dull) thinks “Flirting on the Ice” is “just a dandy song.” A sweet voice singing this at a temperate tela party should be as welcome as roses in May. In the first verse the lady shows some reluctance and says: “Oh George, :my Gdorge, pray don’t reveal Our flirting on the ice.” In the next her maidenly diffi dence gains flexibility and she says: j“Oh George, my George, ’tis jolly sweet I This flirting on the ice.” | In the third verse—well, she jusl succumbs—and so does her grammar: “She nestled to my side And said—‘Oh ain’t it nice I Yes, George, any George, ytou’ve won a bride While flirting on the ice.’” There is downright plot develop ment in most of these songs. They experience no discomposure about undertaking even a whole life his tory. One of the chapters of Mr Spaeth’s book is called “Early Mis cries.” “Songs of self-pity,” writes 'Mr. Spaeth, “were exceedingly pop ular early in the 19th century anc these gradually developed a specia school concentrating on misutnder stood and prematurely moribunc children. One pioneer of the misery fetish endlessly repeated the ques tion—“Do they miss me at home I do they miss me?” (The answei ! was probably' “No”). Under this i group are some pathetic selections “Put Me in My Little Bed,” “Why iDid They Dig Ma’s Grave so Deep?’ i “She May Have Seen Better Days,’ land “You Never Miss the Water [Till the Well Buns Dry,” to which ! Mr. Spaeth confesses that, after all jthere just practically isn’t any- argu ment. And ah—that “Fatal Wed ding,” which ends: “Just another fatal wedding, Just another broken heart.” As for personal feelings in the matter we would say that “With All Her Faults I Love Her Still,” “Take Back Your Gold” and “She Is More to be Pitied Than Cen sured” were the numbers which brought the most tears to our eyes. “Take Back Your Gold” is one of those tear-stained tales of jilted but proud love, which so tug at the heart-strings. We do agree, how ever, along with Mir. Spaeth, that there is a disappointing lack of fin ality about the plot. Here is the chorus: “Take back your gold, for gold can never buy me; Take back your bribe, and promise 'Theaters ^ BEX: Last day: '‘Meet the Prince,” a delightful comedy drama of love thrills and fun frills, with Joseph Schildkraut, Marguerite de la Motte and a large cast of favor ites; Clever comedy and news; John Clifton Emmel at the organ. Coming—“The Ice Flood,” a mel odramatic thriller deluxe, with Ken neth Harlan and Viola Dana starred, and filmed along the 'Willamette river, near Klamath Falls. Florence Vidor, Clive Brook and Lowell Sherman in “You Never Know Worn i en.” COLONIAL: Last times today: Corinne Griffith in “Mile. Modiste.” You’ll want to see this. Also an Aesop Fable and comedy. I | you’ll be true; ] Give me the love, the love that j you’d deny me; j Make me your wife, that’s all I ask I of you—” A footnote of the compiler ven tures to suggest that the last is a very modest request, when all is 1 said and done, anyway. | Even that timeless and peerless j tragedy, “Frankie and Johnnie,” is included in. the collection, with Frankie repenting in 18 verses that she killed her man. And we were gratified to find there one of our favorite classics, “Abdul Abullbul Amir,” which Mr. Spaeth calls the direct and only tangible result of the Crimean War.” The preface to the anthology is worth reading, and we are inclined to believe Mr. Spaeth when he de clares that these musical expres sions of current sentimentality “de serve some fairly serious analysis, as well as an occasional reflection of a less serious nature, and they re veal much of human nature, quite apart from their specific application to American society.” Co-eds Go on Air at Eugene Hotel Station The College Trio, a recently or ganized group of campus artists, broadcasted an hour’s program of vocal selections at the Eugene hotel, Tuesday evening during the con Chxssified Ads CLOSED CAR to Portland Friday. Return Sunday noon, for four. Phone 2137-Y. jl3 with Marguerite de la Motte Joseph Schildkraut Comedy drama at its delight ful best, with a theme of ro mance, replete with laughter and moments of thrills, por trayed by a stellar cast. LAST TIMES TODAY COMEDY NEWS ir' /m/7 ^\\ IT’S THE WAY STYLISH MEN ARE WEAR ING THEM A snap brim hat turned down all around or only in front if you like. It goes with rakish motor cars, and wide awake college men, we have just received a shipment of new spring hats. Come in and look them over. Wade Bros. Hart Schaffer & Marx Clothes We’re Going to Have— — A regular 40-cent lunch every noon. — A regular 60-cent dinner every evening. — 75c chicken, and $1.00 turkey dinners every Sunday. —And say! Come in and look over our new grille and banquet room with a real keen dancing floor — It’ll be in the old annex, and will be finished in about a week. “DUKE” THE College Side Inn cert hour. The members of the group, Harriet Ross, Leota Biggs, and Claire Whitton, presented a varied program consisting of several trio numbers, two solos from each girl, and a medley of popular pieces sung by Miss Biggs. Mary Clark played a piano solo. Invitation-— You are invited to hold y o dance in t grille room of the VC iiugene Hotel, rhone 2000 for rates and further information. EUGENE HOTEL Phone 2000 A GOLD MINE OF LAUGHTER • LOVE and J THRILLS • Starts TODAY PETER B. KYNE’S epic of nuggets of golden laughter in California’s sunkist climate A modem gold rush in sunny California, with flivvers in stead of burros, a soft drink “bar” and crooks in tuxe dos, Broadway beauties in Parisian gowns, in short a heart appealing drama with a laugh in every scene, and a chuckle in every subtitle with MAY ROBSON (Our own favorite in her first picture) RUDOLPH SCHILDKRAUT (Remember “His People” and “Young April”) MARGUERITE DE LA MOTTE JOHN BOWERS and a great cast /: a WWWVWJVVV} ON THE STAGE AT NINE Those syncopating entertainers SHARKY MOORE and his versatile MERRY-MACKS in musical, mirthful “DAYS OF ’49“ WEBFOOT WEEKLY EVENTS COMEDY LUPINO LANE in 'is new ’it— “HOWDY DUKE” FRANK’S MUSIC GREAT!