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EDITORIAL OFFICES, Journalism Bldg. Phone 8300—News Room, Local 385: Editor and Managing Editor, Local 354. BUSINESS OFFICE, McArthur Court. Phone 3300—Local 214. University of Oregon, Eugene Richard Neuberger, Editor Harry Schenk, Manager Sterling Green, Managing Editor EDITORIAL BOARD Thornton Gale, Associate Editor; Jack Bellinger, Dave Wilson Julian Prescott. UPPER NEWS STAFF Oscar Munger, Nows Ed. Francis Pftllifster, Copy Ed. Brurc Hamhy. Sports Ed. Parks Hitchcock. Makeup Ed. Leslie Dunton, Chief Night Ed John (irons. Literary Ed Bob Guild, Dramatics Ed. Jessie Steele, Women’s Ed. Eloiso Dorner, Society Ed. Ray Clapp, Radio Ed. DAY EDITORS: Rob Patterson, Margaret Bean, Francis Pal-I lister. I)eug I’olivka, Joe SaBlavsky. NIGHT EDITORS: George Callaa, Bob Moore, John Hollo- , peter, Doug MacLcan, Bob Butler, Bob Couch. SPORTS STAFF: Malcolm Bauer, Anat. Ed.; Ned Simpson,, Ben Back, Bob Avison, Jack Chinnock. FEATURE WRITERS: Elinor Henry, Maximo Pulido, Hazlc j REPORTERS: Julian Prescott, Madeline Gilbert, Ray Clapp. PM Stanley, David Eyre. Bob Gould, Paul Ewing, Fairfax Roberts. Cynthia Liljeqvist, Ann Reed Burns, Peggy Chess man. Ruth King, Barney ClAik, Betty Ohlcmiller, Roberta Moody, Audrey Clark, Bill Belton, Don Olds. ASSISTANT SOCIETY EDITOR: Elizabeth Crommelin. COPYREADERS: Harold Brower, Twyla Stockton, Nancy Lee, Margaret Hill, Edna Murphy, Mary Jane Jenkins, Marjorie McNiece, Frances Roth well, Caroline Rogers, Henriette Horak, Catherine Coppers, Claire1 Bryson, Bingham Powell. ASSISTANT NIGHT EDITORS: Eroocea N.th, Betty Gear hart, Margaret Corum. Georgina Giidez, Elma Giles, Carmen ! Blaise, Bernice Priest, Dorothy I’aley, Evelyn Schmidt. RADIO STAF'F: Ray Clapp, Editor; Barney Clark. SECRETARIES—Louise 'Beers. Lina Wilcox. BUSINESS STAFF National Adv. Mgr., Auten Bush Promotional Mgr., Marylou Patrick Asst. Adv, Mgr., Gr ant Theummel. Asst. Adv. Mgr., Gil Wellington Asst. Adv. Mgr. Bill Russell Executive Secretary, Dorothy Anne Clark Asst. Circulation Mgr., Ron j Row Office Mgr., Helen Stinger Class. Ad. Mgr., Althea Peterson ! Sez Sue, Caroline Hahn Sez Sue Asst., Louise Rice Checking Mgr., Ruth Storia Checking Mgr., Pearl Murphy ADVERTISING ASSISTANTS: Gene F. Tomlinson, Anne j Chapman, Tom Holeman, Bill McCall, Ruth Vannice, Fred Fisher, Ed Labbe, Eldon Haberman, Elisa Addis, Wilma Dente, Hazel Fields, Corrinne Plath, Marian Taylor, Hazel Marquis, Hubert 'Potton, Hewitt Warrens, Donald Platt, Phyllis Dent, Peter Gantenben, Bill Meissner, Patsy Lee, Lorry Ford, Jeannette Thompson, Ruth Baker. OFFICE ASSISTANTS: Patricia Campbell, Kay Dlsber, Kath ryn Greenwood, Jane Bishop, Elma Giles, Eugenia Hunt, Mary Starbuck, Ruth Bycrly, Mary Jane Jenkins, Willa Bitz, Janet Howard, Phyllis Cousins, Betty Shoemaker, Ruth Rippey. ' I The Oregon Daily Emerald, official student publication of I the University of Oregon, Eugene, issued daily except Sunday and Monday during the college year. Entered in the puatoffice at Eugene, Oregon, tut second-class matter. Subscription rates, $2.50 a year. The Emerald's Program for Oregon THESE are the constructive developments which the Emerald hopes to institute and help maintain at the University of Oregon: 1. Advance educational ideals. 2. Promote intellectual achievements. 3. Reorganize the student government structure. (a) Establish a student parliament in an advisory capacity, (b) Establish a faculty legislative committee. 4. Advocate a well-balanced athletic program. 5. Promote minor sports. 0. Subordinate extra-curricular activities to academic attain ments. 7. Maintain the Emerald on its present status as a representa tive college daily. ANOTHER LAW SCHOOL ATTAINMENT INDICATIONS of achievement and progress arc so isolated in these days of retrenchment and adherence to the status quo that the latost notable attainment of the University of Oregon law school looms bold against a drab background. Dean Wayne L. Morse and his colleagues can be justifiably proud of the fact that Roseoe Pound has consented to contribute to the Oregon Law Review. Few teachers of the law are known more wide ly than Roseoe Pound. As dean of the Harvard school of law, he built a reputation international in scope. He has been honored by virtually every outstanding legal organization in America. His texts on the law are studied by thousands of future attorneys. They are used extensively by many of his contemporaries. His decision to write for the Oregon Law Review represents one of the most sig nificant achievements made by the law school under Wayne L. Morse’s vigorous leadership. So rapid and complete hus been the advance ment of the law school since Morse's establishment as dean that it is not difficult to picture him as a Roseoe Pound of the future. A scholarly attitude that far removes the legal students from the daily routine of campus life has been established. Long after the doors of the main library have been locked, lights gleam in the law school windows. Qn Saturday nignts, when the University's social activities are supposed to attain their zenith, there always can be found an ample quota of students briefing eases or reading torts in the law school library. Only progressive leadership could create such a situation among a group so addicted to extra-curricular affairs as the Oregon student body. Through his personal achievements, Dean Morse has brought prestige to the school which he heads. His opinions are solicited by members of the Ore gon bar. He recently was asked to submit a report on criminology for the state crime commission. He is known throughout the nation as a leading author ity on crime and criminals. Raymond Moley, ad visor of President-elect Roosevelt, twice hus hou ored Morse signally by extending to him tire privi lege of collaborating in the preparation of legal surveys. Wayne Morse also is bringing to the law school a liberal atmosphere and a militant fearlessness that will send for th men who will make new tra-, ditions before they will be held back by old ones. I The entire law school faculty is working with its , young and energetic chief io build the department into one of the outstanding in the country. The success encountered to date is encouraging, * FACT; LTV Ft A K LESS NESS TTOW THOROUGHLY the faculties of some uni versifies are dominated by the prejudice and misinformation of the great masses is aptly illus- | (rated in the protest ot JO. A. Ross, professor of sociology at Wisconsin. Points out Professor Ross tersely, that it is the duty of sociologists ot “Raise hell" on frequent oc casions, rather than affect what is referred to as a. "Shrinking violet complex." it :s difficult for any professor to “dare’’ to give his ideas on ueh subjects a companionate marriage and divorce because of the power ot ha- ^ employers to remove him from as well as to give him his position, and anything liable to change the status quo or offend delicate sensibilities may re sult in a dismissal. Especially, we read, is this true of publicly supported institutions where the great mass of people seems to feel it a duty to dictate what is to be taught and how. How frequently we have heard in classes soci ological and economic theories, which, if voiced on street corners, would have been promptly labeled, “radical heresies." Is the modern progressive intel lectual far removed, in his basic views, from the long-haired orator who harrangues his audience from the soap box? How often have we had to mouth our new found knowledge and answer in vague platitudes, when addressing business m^n? Not because we doubted the soundness of our logic, but because of fear of bringing wrath upon the whole educational system. The process of education is necessarily slow.1 Newton, Galileo, even Einstein, have been subject to censorship and misrepresentation. It has been stated frequently that the great mass of population is always about seventy-five years behind the | knowledge of any given age. Whether the. esti mate is correct or not it is certain that the intellec tual fallacies of the majority must be humored and feared. If the only way in which advanced opinions can be given us is through “hell raising,” then, by all means, let us have “hell-raising.” If professors, rather than give us their ideas, their judgments, and their observations, are to be forced to restrict their outspoken moments to peroids when they are in contact with fellow-pro fessors, we might just as well stay without books of half a century ago and our dogmas of the last 500 years. If we expect more than this, intense and frequent “hell-raising” will d& us all good. We certainly can stand the shock of it, and undoubtedly need the results of it. THE WOMEN’S PAGE rpODAY the Emerald inaugurates a new page, devoted to society and women’s activities. This centralization of feminine news has already been adopted iu several university newspapers, notably the California Daily Bruin and the Southern Cali fornia Daily Trojan. The women's staff hope to make this page, which will appear every Thursday, a permanent feature of the Emerald and one which will be enter taining as well as interesting. They invite the co operation of all women’s organizations and honor aries to break their important stories of the week on Thursday, where they will be given special prominence. POLICE INTERFERENCE AT U. C. L. A. A N OSTENTATIOUS police captain in Los Angeles is perturbed over certain “Red” meet ings, alleged to have been held on the campus of the University of California at Los Angeles. The policeman, whose main duty is to supervise the “Red” squad of the Los Angeles constabulary, directs most of his indignation at authorities of U. C. L. A. He said they should have known there were “Reds” on the campus. Among the more prominent persons supposed to have been connected with the “Red” meetings were Upton Sinclair and Dr. Albert Einstein. The latter was scheduled to speak on pacificism, but cancelled the engagement when the aforementioned police captain launched Ins brilliant campaign to make the campus of U. C. L. A. safe for reactionaries. The policeman seemed especially indignant over Mr. Sinclair’s presence. He wanted to know why the latter was permitted on the campus. Perhaps someone should have had the patience and kindness to inform the wrathful arm of the law that Mt. Sinclair is an author, that there probably arc numerous books by him in the U. C. 'L. A. library, and that persons who plead for pacificism and dis armament are not necessary plotters against their government. The term “radical" was used frequently by the police official to designate the individuals whose presence among impressionable college students caused his hair to grow gray and chills to run up and down his spinal column. It is too bad that he and millions of others do not share Glenn Frank’s opinion of radicals: "Realists .... who refuse to be cowed by tradition.” When, and if, they do, progress and advance ment will be imminent. i i | On Other Campuses Anti-Student Feeling TT IS A TRUISM that man distrusts what he can -* not understand. The entire why and where fore of the modern university is unfortunately quite incomprehensible to i vast number, and so a great deal of mud is flung, quite undeservedly, at the whole system of higher education. Attacks on the incomprehensible by the ignorant are nearly always absurd, and so often are the attacks on the modern university by individuals who have never trod a campus. This is, of course, an age of "knocking,” hut surely the universities of today are being forced to bear more than their fair share of the storm. The professor is generally able to rise above any mani festations of public disapproval by an assumption! of an attitude of detachment, but the undergraduate has not always this refuge. To take a case not so far from home the people'i id Ontario aro taxed for the upkeep of the Univer sity of Toronto. In consequence there are a great many of them who have come to regard it as an expensive luxury and any 'varsity man will tell you that there is little love for him and his kind in the breasts of many Torontonians. Perhaps if the good citizens of Montreal wore forced to pay a similar tax their faces might he clouded with a scowl in stead of being wreathed with smiles as they gaze 1 at the occasional antics of gregarious students. But the time does come, nevertheless, when the McGill student is brought into contact with this! intangible, omnipresent wall of opposition -and that is when he goes out to look for a job. At a: time when unemployment is rife K is manifestly unfair that the student should be still further handi capped by an unreasoning prejudice, which is whai the discrimination of an employe sometimes amounts to. Grim experience has often taught the graduate that it would be far better for him never to men tion the fact that he is the holder of a degree— McGill Daily. Leading the League! - -By KEN FERGUSON —--- - mm ■ -- A Message to Garcia This is one of a series of articles to which outstanding members of Oregon s higher educational system arc contributing. Another will be published in the next issue of the Emerald. By PROF. W. F. G. THACHER (Prof, of Eng. and Bus. Ad.) “WHITE on whatever y°u ” please.’’ Very well, Editor Neuberger, I shall do no less than take you at your word; and, for the sake of variety, if for no other reason, I shall deliberately avoid those im pressive topics that derive from our present economic and social predicament, and set down some observations on a matter that has, from time to time, aroused my in terest. 1 refer to the obsolescence of song and singing. A comparison of the generations —almost invariably to the discred it of contemporaneous youth—is a business as intriguing as it is fu tile. Almost as far back as we have any recorded social commen taries, we find the lamentations of the elders over the behavior of the j on coming generation. There is, | commonly, no significance in these | jeremiads: nothing, in fact, but an admission on the part of the complainants that they have failed to adjust themselves to the con stant flux and change in the so cial environment. I wish to pro tect myself, at the outstart, against any such interpretation of my motives in calling attention to the decline in a social phenome non that contributed so much to the joy of my own youth. * ❖ # If some sensitive social critic of the decades immediately preceding and following the turn of the cen tury had sunk into a trance that permitted him to awaken and look again upon the social scene during the years following the great war, I fancy that one of his first obser vations would be, “Why, people no longer sing." And especially would ho say that of young people of youth. For it seems to me that young people have lost either the ability to sing or the inclination to sing. And I am moved to won der about it, and to think of the decline of singing with a wistful regret; because the memory of songs and of singing are among the brightest of my own youth. 1 do not refer to professional singing, of course; or to singing that has been rehearsed and di rected for some special occasion. I am thinking of song as a folk activity something done spontan eously something that belongs to the traditions of the race, or the community. As far back as I can remember anything, I can remem ber song. It was an intimate and accustomed a part of the pattern of living as much a part, almost, as eating and sleeping, and love making. * # * When I went away from home] to school, anil then to college, 1 found the same thing: everyone! sang. If a group of fellows gath ered in a room of an evening, or went for a walk, there was sure] to be singing. If there was a party • or picnic or a social event of any kind other than a formal dinner] or dance, songs were sung. And there were always those favored! ones who could pinch out a tenor, j or grumble a bass, or round out! the harmony with an alto Per-j haps we weren’t as good at it asi it seems to me now, through the] mellowing mists of memory. Prob ably we weren't nearly so good as, they were in those days of the pre eminence of song —1 Ur days of Queen Lluubeth, when thigkmd was “a nest of singing birds,” and when the ability to "descant” (which is simply to make up a part, according to certain accept ed rules) was an accustomed qual ification. I was a member of any number of trios and quartettes—formally and informally organized. Some times the voices weren’t very good; and the impromptu harmonizing (of the kind called "barber shop” in those innocent days) may have been dubious. But what fun it was! And when we thought we were good enough, wc went serenading. (There was serenading at Ore gon, too—once upon a time. But the last serenade that I remember hearing consisted of a hired jazz band, transported from ohe soror ity to another by means of a truck. Nothing could possibly be more eloquent of the obsolescence of song!) A long time ago, for a period of five or six weeks, I had to make a short weekly trip on the rail road. When I went first to the station, I had fifteen minutes or so to wait. Wandering about the platform, I heard voices raised in song from the region of the bag gage room. I ventured inside, and found a couple of young fellows earnestly engaged in extracting improvised harmony from some old familiar tune. I presumed to add a third part to the ensemble. When the last long chord had died away, the two slapped me on the back and exclaimed, "Boy, you're there. We needed a baritone. Now let’s give ’em "I’ve forgotten the name of the song. But whatever it was, "we gave it to 'em." And for many weeks as I made that trip. T went early to the station to join that precious trio. One was the baggage master. The other was a chap who delivered afternoon pa pers, and left his truck across the tracks for a stolen but ecstatic in terval of vocalizing. I was a col lege professor; but I belonged, by virtue of the democratizing solvent of song. V ♦ :Jt On another occasion I've for gotten-just where or when I was riding late at night in a smoking car half full of male passengers. The coach was dingy anil cheer less. Tedium and gloom had set tled down upon its occupants. Then the news vendor up forward began to hum a song. Someone struck up a tenor, and from another seat a mumbled bass was audible. Other voices chimed in; we sang contin uously for the rest of the trip: and the discomfort and boredom were i dissipated; we were no longer strangers, bent upon alien and pri vate business; we were comrade^, j engaged in some magic and glam orous enterprise. We belonged to the freemasonry of song. I do not find it possible to put my finger on one adequate reason why singing is today obsolescent; but I can think of a number of factors, which, singly or together, may contribute something in the way of an explanation. For one thing in those halcyon days of my youth—there were songs to sing—songs that were passed on to us as a part of the social heri tage -songs that we all knew and that wore essentially singable. We sang the Foster songs -Suwanee Uiver. My Old Kentucky Home. Old Black Joe. We sang Mv Bonuy Lies Over the Ocean, Secin0 Nellie Home, and Auiuc Laurie. Then — there were songs introduced through the light operas and comic operas that were so popular in that period. Reginald DeKoven was at the height of his career and Vic tor Herbert was just becoming recognized. These and other com posers contributed each year a sheaf of songs a few of which were sure to become popular: My Gypsy Sweetheart, Old Heidelburg — I I could mention a score of them. And there were other songs—less reputable, but none the less singa ble — emerging from obscure sources. Rag time, the ancestor of jazz, appeared and gave us “There’ll Be a Hot Time,” and any number of ribald but rollicking numbers for our repertoire. * * * I should say that the first fac tor in the decline of singing was the introduction of the phonograpli —the substitution of the mechani cal reproduction of song and mu sic for singing and music making itself. I think, loo, of the great war as a powerful influence. It cataclysmically disrupted the so* cial sequence: it set in motion a train of other profoundly disturb ing social movements. There are other factors. Jass is one of them. I have no time for the discussion of jazz as music; but this much is clear to me: jazz is not singable; its essential rhythm is not lyric; it does not furnish sustained and memor able melodies or simple, pleasing harmonics. Again, there is the loss of lei sure -the neurosis that has seized upon us all—the busy-ness, the complexity, the deep-seated an xieties, the vastly accelerated tem po— all characteristic of modern times. The movie and the radio j might also be mentioned as dis- j trading agencies. Perhaps it doesn’t count so j milch the loss of song and of singing. Perhaps singing is a neg-! ligible matter, and a discussion of its disappearance hardly worthy a j place under so impressive a head line as “A Message of Garcia.” \ But perhaps, too, the underlying significance of this social phenom enon is greater than may appear • on the surface. Perhaps the chap who said that he wouldn't care who made the laws of a nation if he could make its songs wasn't so far from right after all. Assault and Battery rlitchcock || i \N THE bulletin board near the Co-op until recently was a sign advertising the speech of a soil professor from Oregon State., His subject was “What Will Those | Russians Raise This Year?"! Would-be wits have appended such products as Cain, whiskers, Rus-1 sians, still more Russians. As the; teamed professor charged 2o cents, we think that he, at any rate, was trying to raize mazuma. * $ * A news note observes that the Y. \V. C. A. will entertain at a. “kid" party. Why the quotation marks ? * * * To. put the Dime Crawl in re verse or straight ahead seems to be the question right now. Our compromise is to put the Crawl in, second. * * * The editor of the Barometer: predicates his iead i and only) edi torial with that daring statement “Be not the first by whom the new ic tried," and then .une thing' about discarding the old. it's i lucky for the sake of the Barom eter that he put quotation marks around this bold, bad statement. Otherwise we would have thought it was the usual style. * * * We’ve been trying to help the' students of this school out for a I long time. Figured out a good j scheme the other day. Thought we'd have national alarm clock, week. Could let the alarm clock; j lie in bed until 11 or 12 in the | morning. Little Orphan Annie' suggests that some of the humani-1 tarian students could stand up ail night tick-tocking and swinging their hands around. Good deal. , * * * Campus chatter has it that the powers that be have struck the word automobile out of O. L. Rhinesmith's official title leaving i the skeleton, O. L. Rhinesmith, enforcement officer. i $ * * On the Police Blotter: Marianna McNamara high-hatting .... John Rogers and pipe .... Steve Kahn discussing economics . . . . | Don Erb drinking his usual daily cup of College Side coffee .... Little Six Hamby with a pink sweater .... Carl Huston curb ing. . . . # * * BULLETIN At a late hour last night it was revealed that Bruce “Little Six” Hampy had engaged the services of a fair Gamma Phi to work on his sports staff. It is rumored that Mr. Hamby immediately wired his home in Portland to have a new suit of underwear purchased for him. Il- ' ==il Washington Bystander . . By KIRKE SIMPSON WASHINGTON, D. C., Jan. 25— ’’CAP)—One thing the first weeks of the last session of the 72nd congress — the last “lame duck” congressional session — must have impressed on every body is the enormous negative power committed to the presi dency in the veto provision. But for that power, Mr. Hoov er’s post-election incumbency, be clouded as it is by his defeat and by hostile majorities in the sen ate and house, would be even more distasteful to him than it perhaps is. Armed with that veto club, however, and with both party lines and the wide range of dif fering economic views in both houses making difficult the task of mustering a two-thirds major ity to override a veto on any ma jor depression relief bill, President Hoover, for all the scant courtesy shown most of his suggestions “on the hill,” holds the whip hand to the last. By mid-January leaders in both senate and houses were admitting frankly that there was little hope for enactment by the lame duck session of much more than the routine of annual appropriation bills. * * * Some important figures among the congressional democrats com mented ruefully on how much eas ier it would be to map a course if they only knew just what Mr. Hoover would do on any project sent to him. There was no way to smoke him out, they said. Unless the presi dent elected to indicate through his own legislative spokesmen what his thought about such mat ters as the beer bill, the new farm relief proposals, or other legisla tive suggestions, they said, what was to be gained by wasting con gressional time in fighting them through now only to die by veto? The anti-Hoover majorities in both houses were in this dilemma: If they did nothing but put through the appropriation bills, the i already disorganized republican minority in the house headed by j Minority Leader Snell would ham mer them for “do-nothingism”; and lack of program. Snell started that on the day the lame-duck | session opened. He’s still at it. 1 If any attempt to inquire as to presidential purposes were made, it would merely invite a presiden tial smacking. Congress prob ably would be told to tend to its own knitting on the program be ing laid befote it by President Hoover. * * * What underlies all of this in the minds of many anti-Hoover legis lative leaders is what amounts to! a conviction that Mr. Hoover is already at work to obtain the 1936j republican nomination. Legislators of anti-Hoover! groups may—and many of then. | do—feel that a Hoover-in-1936 boom is impossible; but they arc just as firmly convinced that Mr. Hoover himself has affirmative contrary views. The day to day legislative prob lem of the anti-Hooverites is be-! ing weighed in the light of that estimate. CLASSIFIED LOST OK STOLEN—Two note books from car Tuesday, Finder may keep notebooks by return- i ing notes to College Side or my ear. Blakely Hamilton. „OST —— "Masefield’s Poems,’’ li- ■ hrary book. 1 inder please call 569. i; promenade by carol hurlburt By "LEFTY” PLUTO WATER (Pinch-hitting for Carol Hurlburti CATALINA ISLAND. Jan. 25.— (Special)—Dere Miss Hurlburt: Being as how you re on the sick list, the editor has give me this space to tell all my fans how Im doing here in training with the Chi Cubs. In the 1st place, let me tell you now that we all rede your colyum every day the Emerald comes hear. Only the other afternoon, Charley Grimm, hes our manager, and playz 1st bass, was a-saying he wisht you would name for promenad. Hes a swell guy and I wisht you'd do that i some time. Only last month he blossomed out in a knew shirt, and hes got more ties than anyone hear cept pres. Veeack. * * * Right now I want to tell all my fans and freinds at Oregon that were going to be in that N.A. race this year. We are getting in traning playing goluf. None of use ever played it before and we think its a dude game. There are lot of millyunaires here on the course and they all walk around back of bay windows big enough to wind telefone cables on. Bill Jurgez, our shortstop, says each of those guys 'nave got $4.57 for every idiot in the senate. You know, Bill, of course. He got into the paipers last summer when some moll plugged him with a .44. She said she did it cause she loved him so. Aint that somethin ? Ever since then I aint wanted any gals in love with me. Forty-fours aint my idea of kisses. And Manger Gimm says he wants me out in center this year to relieve KiKi Cuyler, and I cant do that with a 44 floating around in my vanes and artereys. Just a tip, freinds, KiKi may not be in their when the seeson starts. I aint a-got my batting aye yet, but when I do, KiKi will have to mussle to keep his posishun. To day Manger Grimm axed me when I was going to start hitting em. I said I had a lot of time, but he said he douted it, as there is still considerabl way to go before Im a ball player, and we may be at war with Japan in 10 yrs. I told Charlie not to talk of things like that. When I think of war with Japan, and us hear on this little island, I get chills all over me. I am going on a diet tomorrow. Yesterday Charley axed me how much I way. I told him 175, and he axed me what I did with the anvils I had under eche arm when the trainer wayed me in the morn ing. All I get for breakfast is orange joose. Lunch is stake with no gravie, and for dinner I get pineapple and roste beaf. No gravie eether. Well, I must go now. I am go ing to play goluf today with a fel low who used to be one of them millyuonaires. Hees wating on ta ble at the hotle now. Dear Carol: Un peu avant so mort, sone peu perdit tout son ar gent. II fallut que trouve garcons arrivant en mieux pour elles. The Sports Staff. Contemporary Opinion . . . The Emerald Still Waves A FTER an exciting controversy, The Oregon Daily Emerald, student paper at the University of Oregon, remains a five-day news paper and a "daily” in fact. Mr. Hugh Rosson, graduate manager, and alleged “czar" of student ac tivities on the campus has made his point on economy. Mr. Dick Neuberger, youthful chief of the student scribes, has retained the right to publish five days a week. That ought to smooth out a lot of feelings on the campus. If young Mr. Neuberger lives and endures in the so-called pro fession of journalism, he will find that even in the solemn duty of publishing the news there is such a thing as retrenchment. If he will talk with the visiting editors on the campus, he will find that they all have had to face the unpleas ant necessity of "keeping ’em short. After all, when you really try you can pack a lot in a little space and, strange to say, the pub lic likes 'em short. To Eric Allen, dean of the Uni versity school of journalism, and to Bob Hall, veteran superintend ent of the University print shop, and George Turnbull, professor, who has been all through the works, belongs much credit for the amiable adjustment of this tre mendous dispute. Regular publi cation is very important in the newspaper business, but keeping within publishing income is also vital. Solvency is absolutely the first essential to that grand old habit, "the freedom of the press.” Even on a paper like the Emer ald which does not have to live entirely on what it makes, this is true. Mr. Neuberger can be just a bit freer if he isn’t trying to ex plain away deficits. Its a tough old world, boys and girls! But the Emerald still waves! And when you go out looking for jobs you may find it a big help to be ible to say: "Mister, we learned to keep 'em short!'—Eugene Register-Guard.
