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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,
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5. Promote minor sports.
0. Subordinate extra-curricular activities to academic attain
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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.
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| 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
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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.