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Men must be at liberty to say in print what ever they have a miiul to say, provided it wrongs no one. —Charles Anderson Dana, Nezo York Sun LET’S HAVE YOUR IDEAS A T the outset of this term the Emerald stated that it would not hesitate to alter a previous stand, once proven its original decision was wrong. We now move to adhere to that declaration. A comparatively brief time ago the athletic and executive committees abandoned minor sports here. This paper commended the action and advocated the general idea hack of the move. We now with draw that advocacy and simultaneously urge the student-body to submit suggestions for possible means of raising the finances necessary to re include tennis, golf and swimming on the Univer sity’s athletic program. The Emerald will take It upon itself to be a clearing house for these suggestions if the students will try to figure out how the minor sports can be financed by the student-body. We realize the financial perils confronting the A. S. U. O., so at this time do not ask them to appropriate the neces sary funds. We do, however, believe that it is a mistake to weaken the school’s athletic program by abandoning its lesser activities, and urge the students to take an active part in the campaign to readopt minor sports here. A few possible suggestions that, might work out are: The showing of sports reels (Bobby Jones, Bill Tilden, etc.) at local theatres, dances, exhibition matches, and so forth. Address all communications regarding ideas and suggestions to the Editor of the Emerald, care of University of Oregon. All worth-while ones will be published in the Safety Valve column. HOW THE HOWES DO IT A N Oregon graduate of whom both the Univer sity anil his father may he prouud is Dr. Henry V. Howe, head of the geology department at Lou isiana State university. His skilled observations and learned comments on fossil beds recently un earthed in the bayous of the south have attracted I lie interest of the nation's leading scientists. In an Associated Press news dispatch elsewhere in | this paper his activities are recounted in consider able detail. Dr. Howe is a son of Herbert Crombie Howe, professor of English here and the sole person on Oregon's athletic .committee actually rich in ath letic experience. Dr. Howe graduated from the University of Oregon in 1910. He later served with the American expeditionary forces in the World war and obtained his doctor's degree from Stan ford in 1922. As nead of the geology department at Louisiana state, Dr. Howe lias made himself nationally known by his frequent jaunts into the country's scientific spotlight. His latest project with the ani mal relics is only one of many such enterprises. His father can well congratulate him when they meet at Baton Rouge next month. Professor Howe already having been named to accompany the Ore gon football team south for its intersect ionnl jam boree with Louisiana state. Through Professor Howe, the Emerald extends the student-body's felicitations to a former student, Dr. Howe. SI 1’1'ORT THE “V" DRIVE r I 'HE campus V. M. C. A. opens its financial drive today. When a-ked to give, think of the Asso-, ciation not just as a building, a room, a meeting, or a “place to play ping-pong. ’ Think of it as an intercollegiate movement that aims to rally on each campus a group that stands for something. Think of it as an organization of up-and-coming young men who are really doing something, for its activi ties are all things that deserve your recognition and support. 'the local aiaouauen not a cloistered group of men, disdaining popular opinion and nourishing its spiritual life and fellowship in retirement. Neither is it a group that seeks popularity by al ways giving Its approval to the “status quo.” By refusing to court martyrdom or to curry popularity, the Association has an opportunity to transform hot hits own fellowship and the life of the campus. The local organization is neither monastic nor compromising. It has something creative to add to the individual and social life of the campus. After all, the task of the “Y” is not one of "get ting along” with the campus, nor one of "running away” from it; it is more one of transforming it. The giving of money has always been for many students a thing to be escaped when possible. Such people possibly do not experience the joy of pro moting the successes of a cause in which they be lieve, by giving r.'.cr.cy to it. The college man will be faced by many philan thropic enterprises w .en he graduates into com munity life. These 1 .ay be extremely important to the welfare of socieiy and may depend for their life upon his support. He should learn in college how to accept such social responsibilities. Then, too, it is not just a matter of giving. When it comes right down to it, it is really paying. It is value received for value given. You owe the “Y” something for services, tangible or intangible, which it has given you. Pay your bill! TRAINS THAT PASS IN THE NIGHT TT is pas*, midnight. Eastward and westward -*■ extend the long steel lines of the railway track. One end of those rails is in South America, the other in the Arctic circle. The campus is deserted. The rushing waters of the mill-race murmur softly below the embank ment. The thin white shaft of the semaphore stands out in the moonlight, its green lantern above signalling its message of safety up and down the line. Far off in the foothills of the mountains a loco motive whistle shrieks three times. No. 16 is com ing. Fifteen minutes pass and again the whistle sounds. It is only five miles away now. The rails begin to hum their warning of the approach of 100 tons of flashing steel. The beams of the head light reflect on the pastured slopes back of Spring field. Then the train roars over the trestle east of Eugene, and the noise of its boisterous passage is caught in the ravine and echoes along the rails. The warning bell at a grade-crossing begins to tinkle. A mile down the line, its ring can barely be heard above the clatter of the trucks on the i ail-spaces. An automobile stops cautiously at the crossing. The train flashes around the curve, the wheels of its coaches grating on the flanks of the rails. It crashes over the crossing, plunges onto the em bankment and heads into Eugene at 45 miles an hour. It is a crashing, plunging mass of steel and iron and fire when it passes the campus. The drive-wheels of the big mallet are a mass of spokes and rims in the dark. The piston rods slide in and out of the cylinders like things alive. Djmly in the red glow of the fire-box can be seen the engineer. He leans from his cab, one hand on the throttle, the other on the air. The locomotive is gone in the twinkling of an eye. A long string of baggage and mail cars come next. Inside busy clerks are sorting letters and packages for their respective destinations. The coaches that follow are brightly lit, but most of their passengers are asleep. They sprawl over their uncomfortable seats in grotesque positions. The dining car is pitch dark. It is dead-weight until the morning meal, which most of the riders will eat in Portland. The pullmans, seven of them, are also in caliginous gloom. Only here and there does the faint glow of a lamp denote a restless sleeper or one engrossed in a book. Then comes the observation. A brakeman stands on the back platform, torpedoes and signal flags in hand. The train is gone now. The legend of the illuminated sign on the last car stands out like a beacon in the darkness, and the red and green safety lanterns twinkle like stars. The roar and clamor of the long train dies down in the night, unlil the clatter of the six-wheel trucks is as faint as the click of telegraph-keys. You look up at the semaphore. It is changed now. The bar has come down and a red light gleams ominously where a soothing green lantern twinkled before. And you think. From whence did those people come ? Where are they going those 200 souls anil more on that train? Truly the passing of a train in ttie night is a wonderful sight a sight that never grows old. It fascinates boys, and it fascinates those same boys generations later when they go down into the twi light of their lives. It is a symbol of power, of terror, of all that signifies modern advancement and progress in the field of machinery. It is a trade-mark of today, a trade-mark both terrific in its power and wonderful in its symmetry. YOUTH COMES IN TN England two admirals in the naval command retire “to make way for younger men in the British navy.” They thought that their country, needed younger blood so they carried out their idea and stepped out. Perhaps it did. At any rate it showed a great deal of courage back of their convictions. They knew when they were too old to be of any great service. They stepped into a handsome retirement of course, but nevertheless they would never have the younger captains and commanders calling them "old fogies” who were barring the hope of prog ress. In any system of such an order, where advance ment lies chiefly along the lines of seniority it is always encouraging to see men who knots when their days of fitness are over. The chief evils of such a system, and it is in use everywhere, are based on the fact that it fills the important offices with too many senile and inefficient aid men. It doesn't, give the younger, more creative brains a chance. They are either stifled in the red tape of progression waiting for the man above them to die or else they are too old to be useful when at last they step into office. Those two chaps in Britain knew when to quit, though. They were not only successful admirals, they were gentlemen. A man. Professor Albert E. Meder, has been appointed acting dean of the New Jersey College for Women in the absence of Dean Mabel Smith Douglas, who is in ill health. Ttie main till must labor for one -Lord by run. Get Out the Cranberries! - - KEN ™gubon . j__ CAMPUS CARAVAN _By DAVE WILSON 1JEMEMBER the fiare-up last month between Bill Bower man and Bob Hall, president and vice-president of our beloved As sociated Students? Bill claimed that he and other officers were be ing slighted by Hall in appoint ments to important posts. This view of a student body officer ac tually looking for something to do startled the campus. He * * But it is disillusioning to discov er that Bill has done more over looking than looking. It happened this .way: I share campus interest in a re vival of last year’s student parlia ment, so I asked Bob Miller, chair man of the steering committee, to let me look through last spring's records. And there, among the very neat minutes kept by Secretary Alice Kedetzke, were the motions passed at the last session of the parlia ment before the close of the school year. The most important of these di rected that the vice-president of the student body should reconvene the student parliament within two weeks of the opening of the school year." * * * So there, pueri et puellae, (don't mind my Latin, Professor Dunn) is one of the reasons why the par liament hasn't been functioning. Mr. Bowerman has been so busy complaining that he isn't allowed to function that he hasn't had time to function. * * * , The reason for asking the vice president to reconvene the parlia ment was simple. The members knew that Presiding Officer Pot win was graduating and wished to delegate someone to call the par liament together until a new pie siding officer could be chosen. The vice-president was selected rather than the president of the Associat ed Students because the members did not wish to place tHe control Washington Bystander By KIRKE SIMPSON W/ASHINGTON, Nov. lo. (API There is ample evidence that, confident as tie was of vic tory, the actual size of the vote for him, both electoral and popu lar, fairly left Governor Roosevelt breathless. No man ever has a long cher ished dream come true in a more spectacular fashion. Mr. Roose velt must have felt a desire to pinch himself sometimes, as the returns piled state after state in his column, just to see if he was awake or dreaming. In the circumstances, a chance to catch his breath before he be gan actual preparation of a cabi net slate was in order. Yet so many political onlookers were cer tain of his election long before election day itself that Roosevelt cabinets by the dozen were put out speculatively. That being true, some authori tative word about the cabinet plans of the president-elect wa tv> be welcomed. And it came, promptly the day after election from a very high authority, a m .a entirely in the hands of an admin istration which might prove un friendly to it. * * * If you think that there are no “class distinctions” in this father land of ours, just ask Cynthia Lil jeqvist. Cynthia tried to mix first class mail with second class post age, and the postoffice department didn't approve. Miss Liljeqvist, in passive re sistance against a 3-cent postal rate, pinned an intimate note to an intimate wisp of chiffon and placed it in a home-going package of laundry. Next day the postof fice phoned and asked her to step down to 6th and Willamette to re trieve the note. * * * Pozzo has been getting a lot of j publicity down at Southern Cali i fornia. But not “Oregon’s own” : Pozzo. It’s his young brother, member of the frosh U. S. C. foot ball team and fellow-sinner in Sig ma Chi, who's been getting the I space in our esteemed contempor ! ary, "The Daily Trojan.” Columnist Ted Magee of the U. j S. C. mouthpiece claims that the | younger Pozzo’s- unabridged name : is Luigi Pietro Fevante Ponce de Leon de la Casa de Pozzo. After reading that we were dis appointed to find the old brother listed in the directory as “Bud Leonard” Pozzo. But a once relia ble source, the ex-editor of "Moon beams,” informs me that Bud’s i real name is Anselmo Leonardo y Ferante de Pozzo. That’s better but it still doesn’t measure up to ! the label on the kid brother. * s * Grade warning post-cards are ! more numerous than last year. Will somebody please call that item to the attention of the "Bright Spots in Business” editor? * * And if there is any student who ever took a course from Dr. Bar nett without receiving a mid-term warning card, will he please call at the office for an interview? whose name figured on every speculative Roosevelt cabinet slats The Bystander saw. "Big Jim ” Farley, original Roosevelt boomer, field command er of that remarkable pre-conven tion Roosevelt campaign and of the final drive at Chicago that produced a fourth ballot nomina tion, to the dazed and pained as tonishment of political veterans, obliged. Since the large, plump, amiable, energetic New York up-stater also managed the election campaign it self and was one of the two men to whom Governor Roosevelt im mediately paid grateful tribute election night. Farley ought to know And what says he? "I erhaps the governor has can vassed a few names," said Farlev If he has, he has never revealed those names to me.” $ ijt $ So much for that. Mr. Roose velt apparently still possessed that ability noted when he was a much younger man. smilingly to keep his own counsel when he so de sired. Throughout the whole period of tiie estrangement between Roose velt and Smith which began after Roosevelt had taken office as gov ernor and continued until lit -!4 more than a month ago not i veil !:\- closest friends ever heard the governor speak of that. That smiling Roosevelt reticence was | always on guard. Probably Louise Howe, Roose- ! velt’s political alter ego since 1 Roosevelt first went into politics, j may have known the details. The 1 Bystander is not sure of even that, however. As for Colonel Howe, he has reticences of his own. The Safety Valve An Outlet for Campus Steam All communications are to be ad dressed to the editor, Oregon Daily Emerald, and should not exceed 200 words in length. Letters must be signed, but should the writer prefer, only initials will be used. The editor maintains the right to withhold publi cation should he see fit. To the Editor: During the spring term of last year, a few of the constructive students of the cam pus planned, created, and brought into being the Student Parliament of the University of Oregon. It was the purpose of this parlia ment to be the forum for those representative students who con vened for deliberation on vital is sues affecting student affairs. It was the design of the founders of the parliament that this body should be called into action at the beginning of the following term. Is there no longer a need for a student parliament on our cam pus? Did the parliament fail to function successfully? Daily there are vital issues arising which de serve student attention and opin ion. Matters of importance are continually presenting themselves and should be given proper atten tion before a body of student leg islators such as we find in our parliament. Sponsors and critics of last year's parliament unite in agreeing that it fulfilled an ur gent need and was one of the most constructive student moves of the year. We feel that there is now a vi tal need for the student parlia ment to swing into action. At the present the students are without a means of fully expressing them selves, and for that reason we feel that parliament should convene in the immediate future. Y. M. C. A. Cabinet. promenade by carol hurlburt UMODOM?" queries the pert lTi young girl behind the coun ter. “Stockings," you answer. “Color?" "Rather dark, in between a grey and brown." “Size?" “About a nine, I think.” You slip your hand through the shimmering folds. You note how the blue veins in your wrist show through the sheer sik, and the purchase is complete. Thus the sacred ritual of pur chasing a pair of hose. This is wrong, all wrong, how ever. In the first place the shop girl shouldn't have been pert, and in the second place the purchase of stockings should be a technical procedure . . . purely scientific. When buying sheer hosiery, you should ask for a dull finish. 4o gauge, with three strands to the thread and twisted 16 turns to the inch (this does away with fuzzi. Bo sure you get a stocking made with a full needlebar, because it will then fit your leg without! stretching. * * * I have said that you should ask for three strands to the thread, i but a four strand chiffon, although heavier, is better wearing. Service weight should be from seven strands up. * * * Decisive color is the rule in ev erything, you know, and one of the minute manifestations in this passion for riotous color is stock ings the color of the inside of a ripe fig. The old shades look. somewhat nil with colors such as cabbage-red and hyacinth blue. # it it The newest thing in the way of men’s socks is camel's hair. Should be in solid colors. Camel's hair is cool yet warm (if we may be al lowed such a contradiction), and it doesn’t itch. Plain colored wool en socks with a clock up the sides are also de rigeur. * * * We Select for Promenade: Car men Blaise, because she wears a distinctly individual afternoon' frock of hyacinth blue, cut on the bias, with a high waist-line, a high braided nock-line and wide dolman sleeves. B*OOK*S LETTERS OF D. H. LAWRENCE (Viking Press) 1932 This is a book which interested admirers of the life and work of the late D. H. Lawrence have eag erly awaited and demanded. And has only recently been placed on the seven-day shelf in the main library. It is a large book, containing letters covering a period of 25 years of literary activity., And Lawrence was a voluminous cor respondent. Undoubtedly it will prove inval uable for a complete understand ing of the author’s life. Only now, two years after his death, does there seem any possibility of clear ing away the cobwebs of misunder standing which have gathered in the minds of Lawrence readers. This book reveals his every thought, and action, over and over, from the time of his first published work until his death in 1930. And to further clarify the life of the man, Aldous Huxley has written a highly readable introduction in which he comes as close to a rev erential tribute as he is capable of doing. Huxley, somewhat surpris ingly, says that Lawrence was not just an ordinary man. He was not of our world or any world which we know. He was a man apart, and we felt only the greatest rev erence and respect for him. Lawr ence, says Huxley, was a man of great personal attraction and per suasiveness. He was continually visioning a land of love and beau ty, remote from the world of man. And Huxley admits that though he is considered a man of most practical nature, he found that when Lawrence asked if he would be one of his colony of chosen peo ple that he was founding, he heard himself answering in the affirma tive. The book is especially fine, for in it one may trace the gradual development of the ideas which Lawrence was to maintain through life. The book is rich with quotable passages, but which must suffer of necessity when torn from the context. From his cheerful, ideal istic youth to his somewhat disil lusioned middle age, the letters bristle with characteristics of the many-sided artist. He seemed to have known as he wrote a book that it was to be great—even though his reading public often failed to justify his claims by way of substantial fi nancial remuneration. Concefning “Sons and Lovers” he writes to Edward Garnett early in 1912. “It is a great tragedy, and I tell you I have written a great book. It’s the tragedy of thousands of young men in England—it may even be Bunny’s tragedy (David Garnett). I think it was Buskin’s, and men like him ..." He lived in poverty all his life. Another time he W'rites to Garnett: “God help us ... i don’t mind if Duckworth crosses out a hundred shady pages in “Sons and Lovers.” It’s got to sell. I’ve got to live.” Nothing could explain his much disputed attitudes toward women and love more clearly than this ^iiHuunuiimiijiuuiuiiiniiiiiiiiimiiiimmmMniiimiiiWKjutmiuuiminiHiMiimniui^ j SOPHOMORE 1 I INFORMAL 5 Calls for your Best Appearance CAMPUS SARUft SWOP SINCE 1920 Aero** from Siirma Chi WMM—Wflffl,nWilflMmnir,ii im!nM