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.
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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
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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
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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
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Those syncopating entertainers
SHARKY MOORE
and his versatile
MERRY-MACKS
in musical, mirthful
“DAYS OF ’49“
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