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How Much Is $5
»TTOW much does five dollars mean to me?”
<•. -Cl That is the question 651 students will ask
themselves today when student leaders renew their
efforts to show those still without the inner circle
just what can he gained by the payment of the
optional ASUO membership fee. There will tae the
contention that the present term, with its football
games, free trip to Portland, and wealth of activi
ties, offers more in actual monetary value for the
five dollar payment than any other term. Likewise,
will there be the plea for non-members to show
their interest in student government and activities
by the payment of the fee. But so far these argu
ments have failed to convince those 651 students to
whom they will be directed.
Perhaps if these students could be impressed
with the probable results of their continued refusal
to purchase a student body card, the five dollars
necessitated would not take on such magnanimous
proportions. If they could but imagine an institution
of higher learning without facilities to present em
inent lecturers, a University without athletics flr
activities, a group of adults within a sovereign
country with no means to direct Us local govern
ment, there would be no need for further induce
ment.
Then, perhaps, the question uppermost in the minds
of the 651 concerned would not be “How much does
five dollars mean to me?” but “How much doos my
University mean to me?”
Sarajevo Once More?
rpHE assassination of King Alexander of Jugo
slavia and Louis Bat'lhon, France’s number one
foreign adjuster cannot but bo regarded as a symp
tom of the precarious pinnacle upon which the Eur
opean situation rests. Many critical students will re
gard the murder of the dictator and the Gallic for
eign minister as a logical, if indubitably Ineffective,
expression of the popular resentment against the
usurpation of the governmental powers by un
scrupulous agents. In this plausible explanation
there is no doubt a modicum of truth. There can
be no question in the mind of the careful student
of political theory that the dictator had made him
self highly unpopular with the people, naturally a
Slavic race, by his studied alliance with French and
alien financial interests.
However it would be highly foolish to conclude
that the mere physical act of assassination will
benefit the Jugoslavians in the least degree. Coup
d’etats have quite often been successful in ousting a
tyrannical form of government, but such revolution
ary measures must be accompanied by a rigid ad
herence to constructive planning following the in
itial coup. In this instance the plan was to all ap
pearances merely a muddled and unhappy gesture
to be followed by no apparent constructive meas
ures. The assassin lies dead after being mauled by
the angry crowd. Anarchy supersedes tyranny.
Nevertheless the phase of the Balkan fiasco that
cannot be overlooked lies in the immediate danger of
the repercussions throughout Europe. The sword ol
Damocles hangs over the world and it is not diffi
cult to conceive of the dictator Alexander, as another
Archduke Ferdinand and of the unknown assassin
as another Princrpts. The next few weeks w ill be
the ones during which the thickening clouds of doub'
and gloom must descend over the troubled Balkans
over hate-swept Europe, and over a distrustful
world thick with misgiving and foreboding.
The Old Oregon Lives Again
EMEMBEK the old frog pond in the north
•VV we.-.tern corner of the Oregon campus near the
intersection of Kincaid and East Eleventh? And
how the sophomores used to douse the tro h in it. 1
cold water with startling regularity?
That’s right; of course you dou’t. That was a,
long tune ago—buck near tUc tigu of the century
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Let’s go back to the University of Oregon of some
three decades ago with Edison Marshall, ex-’17, as
he gives you a vivid and realistic description of life
on the Oregon campus in the current issue of Lib
erty.
Perhaps you have heard your fathers or grand
fathers tell of the University when Deady and Vil
lard halls were in their virginal architectural glory.
Or of the historic tradition of senior men who in
variably wore wide-brimmed hats similar to those
now worn by forest rangers.
Many an old grad will chuckle as he attempts
to recall the men of his acquaintance on the campus
who were the flesh and blood upon which Marshall
has based his fictional characters.
Marshall, now one of the foremost figures in
American fiction, makes the old Oregon live anew',
and even the University we know so well is a carry
over from those days of long ago. Even then cords
were the exclusive upper-class garb for men, and
the Friars club was the crowning' achievement for
the senior year.
Coming from Marshall’s gifted pen, his story,
"The Marquis Plays Poker,” is a tribute to the Uni
versity and to the never-dying bond and spirit which
enriches the student of this or any other liberal
educational institution.
Succeeding the Founders
T TP in Portland this evening, and in about
twenty communities of Oregon, alumni of the
University are gathering to do honor to a group
of men and women who 58 years ago this month
witnessed the first step in the realization of a dream
that today is still unfolding itself step by step be
fore the people of Oregon.
Those men and women were the founders of the
University of Oregon. They were those keen, fore
sighted men whose fathers had first broken ground
in the wildernesses of the Northwest. They were of
the generation upon whose shoulders rested the
responsibility of building a commonwealth out of
the scattered and isolated communities of the state.
Just 08 years ago, almost to the day, after great
sacrifice and energy on the part of this group of
the state’s citizenry, the doors of historic old Deady
hall were opened to the youth of the state, and with
the opening of those doors was opened the oppor
tunity for formal intellectual development and cul
tural attainment knctvn today as a University
education. And when 20,000 alumni of an institution
pause to honor the builders of their alma mater and
pledge anew their allegiance and determination to
carry on, then one can be sure that those early
pioneers did not build in vain.
Only when one looks at the positions of trust
and responsibility that Oregon alumni hold in all
parts of the state and world, does one fully realize
the import and significance of those who founded
our University.
So we say to the alumni of Oregon, on whose
shoulders a large part of the responsibility for
carrying out that early dream rests, that were the
Judge Deadys and the Henry Villards and the Judge
Waltons of yesterday alive today, they would be
proud of the work they started, and the attain
ments so far; and they would be content to know
that the future of education in Oregon was safe
guarded and assured in your care.
A Tip for Freshmen
' I 'HE second week of the term is about the time
many a freshman begins to ride for a fall.
The first week is a confusion and a scare, hi the
second week things seem to clear up; University
life takes on a false apearance of simplicity, it
seems almost as if it were high school over again.
Now is the temptation to see if the old gags won’t
work here too, just as they did at old P. H. S.
There is more freedom in campus life than there
was back home; nevertheless critical eyes are
watching. Around the house or the dorm the fresh
man is being sized up; on this depends whether lie
will later be selected for student positions of lead
ership, or will be regarded as just the run of the
mine.
In the class room also the professor is often not
so regular as the high school teachers were in
checking up to see whether assigned reading was
done. But. beware of him; lie may not be so easy to
fool, at that. He’s seen hundreds of freshmen be
fore and knows most of the tricks. He may be foxy.
The second week is a good time for a freshman
to check up on himself; it is the time to decide
whether to deliver the real goods, or to gamble on
getting by because the game looks easy. Appear
ances are deceptive.
The PER A Jobs
A square peg in a round hole. That too often des
^ tribes the individual who is working under Ur
PER A.
No one is to blame for those situations in which
ft student finds himself not too well qualified for
I lie particular task to which he is assigned. Prac-1
tically all work conected with the University calls I
tor special attributes or experience, but the moat
satisfactory adjustments could not be made in every j
instance. The FEKA jobs were created suddenly and
tilled less by competition in ability than by con- !
sidorations of financial need.
So sometimes the little fellow with soft hands j
is wedding a big shovel among the shrubbery, while
the young lady who despises the very idea of arith
metic is adding up long columns of figures.
Karl W. Onihank, dean of personell administra
tion. and his assistants have labored long and hard
in the short time allotted them to place every PER A
student into the kind of work to which he is best
adapted, and in most cases good match has been
attained.
Many students, flung suddenly into unfamiliar
kinds ot work, deserve commendation for rapidly
developing unexpected abilities.
The ’Colonel* Srores
es Arnheim came to town. He was accepted!
'J as enthusiastically as Uncle Tom or Little Eva
night have been, back in the horse and buggy days.
Ills show is good. The applause which he drew
;rom the large crowds attending his performances is
sufficient proof of that.
Many famous and near-famous bands touring
he Pacific' coast have paused to give presentations
n Eugene. Most of them, however, have been re
varded with only nominal box office receipts.
The responsive crowds which greeted -Colonel'
•>us and hts cortege of musicians and entertainers
s indicative of the University's appreciation of art :
itry 14 popular music.
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Binary Stars and Logarythms
By FREDERIC S. DUNN
He fell asleep in h;s armchair,
his Greek Testament open on his
lap perhaps the profoundest
scholar that ever honorsd the Uni
versity— Professor Mark Bailey,
Sr., of the original faculty. Many
times I have heard him in the
class-room, on the lecture platform,
or in the pulpit, his head probably
among the Pleiades he was ex
pounding, we meanwhile trillions
of miles behind, when he would
sometimes pause and, smiling
broadly, interject somewhat apolo
getically, “But I am afraid you are
not following me.” And we knew
it.
He was at the board one day,
tracing some involved theorem
with the aid of logarythms, in
which I was a confessed dumb-bell,
when in a moment of fitful abstrac
tion, my fingers involuntarily be
gan a tum-tumming on the settee.
Instead of turning fiercely upon
me, as any ordinary instructor
would have done under the stress
of annoyance, Professor Bailey
kept his face to the wall and, af
ter a short pause which chilled me
with apprehension, merely said,
“Someone is not as interested in
this problem as I am.” Years af
terward, he was visiting with hie
in Salem, where I was a fresh
young bearded member on Willam
ette's faculty, and his eye lashes
were damp with tears when I re
called the incident to his mind.
Having come to us from the fac
ulty of McMinnville college, as Lin
fielcl was then known, the little
Baptist church and its but little
larger successor, on the corner of
Eighth and Tight, owned in him its
most consistant and constant at
tendant. He never missed a ses
sion or an opportunity to partici
pate, his prayers always ending in
an almost startling emphasis on
the Sacred Name. In the same way
he never failed to attend meetings
of the struggling Y. M. C. A., wher
ever and at whatsoever time it
convened, often awaitng the arriv
al of members.
How well I can picture that
great six-foot frame of his, his
peculiar weaving gate in which he
rather favored his knees and
seemed scarcely to touch his heels,
his staccato enunciation that cut
his words off with a click of the
teeth, his discussions of the Mal
thusian theory of population, and
the Electoral college, and the south
before the war, and binary sys
tems, and the mistranslation of the
aorist tense in the New Testament.
Professor Bailey's last chance to
address a body of students was in
response to a toast at the Alumni
banquet in 1900, in which, bless his
heart, for we all knew and forgave
him, he seemed to forget all limi
tations of time or space. And then,
—the long sleep.
(The next issue will contain “In
the Days of Tarquinius Superbus.”)
Tramping Norway in Winter
_BY RICHARD KELSON PUGH_
(Editor’s note: Mr. Pugh is a 1929 grad
uate of the University of Oregon. All pub
lication rights of this travel sketch arc
reserved by the Oregon Daily Emerald.)
The ensuing days were busy
ones. Up early to start a fire in <
the stove and to eat breakfast, I
studied Norwegian until 10 o'clock.
From 10 until 5 I cut wood, ex
cept for a half hour out for din
ner at 2 o'clock. After coffee at
5, a custom as traditional as tea
is in England, I busied myself
at various chores such as carrying
water from the spring and wood
from the shed. Tass was leading
something worse than a dog’s life
in an over-turned rain barrel. His
predicament attracted my atten
tion, and in a short time tie found
himself house in a new kennel un
der the back porch.
After dinner at 8 o'clock wo
would gather in the living room to
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listen to the radio. The tri-annual
parliamentary election was on, and
the returns were broadcast night
ly. The final victory of the Labor
party over the other three major
parties- -the conservative Right,
liberal Left, and Farmer—express
ed a decided change in public opin
ion since the election of 1930, when
the conservatives obtained the
parliamentary majority. The goal
of the labor party is to make Nor
way a socialistic state. Its policy
is based on the Marxist principles,
and has been rejuvenated with co
pious injections of Leninism.
Though the party now has a ma
jority in the Storting', it finds it
self fettered by coalitions of the
other parties.
In the evening when the excite
ment of the election returns had
abated, Reidar lay on the sofa and
snored, Aide busied herself with
knitting sweaters and stocking
for Christmas presents, and I la
bored on my Norwegian. I soon
discovered that X had not one lan
guage but two to master. Lands
maal, or the language of the rural
districts, is used much less than
Riksmaal, or the language of the
cites, therefore I concentrated on
the latter. It was a happy day
when I found that I could get the i
thought from the Norwegian edi
tion of Per Gynt.
(To be continued)
Radio
evue
By George Y. Bikman
We sing the sad tale of a radio
man
Now mourned by his distant re
lations;
He went to a powder mill smoking
his pipe,
And was picked up by twenty
three stations.
Yesterday, if you were wise, you
heard two of radio’s future stars.
And as far as we’re concerned that
is no mere figure of speech. The
boys are puh-lenty good, and
what's more, they’re swell fellows
to work with. Unassuming and
always at ease. Up in the studio
they kidded and joked just as they
might have, had they been playing
for their girl friends. Their
names—Buck McGowan — we’re
not sure of the spelling — and
Chuck French. More power to you
fellows. And thanks for a great
program!
Tomorrow should be a good day
to tune in, we believe. Thursday,
you remember, is the day for the
“This Is News!’’ feature, released
by three Emerald reporters. And
as we promised, it’s going to be
done in a novel style. As a matter
of fact, Peggy Chessman is still
in the dark about what that novel
style can be. All she knows is that
she’s going to be on. (How’s to
morrow right after lunch—before
my one o’clock—at the Shack,
Peggy? And that goes for you,
Dan E. Clark, Jr., if you’re back
from Seattle.)
We ask your indulgence for
these personal messages, friends.
Eut we have a hunch you really
enjoy them. You do if you’re like
we are; we’re always snooping
around our roommate’s mail. As
he will testify.
Well, at last we're hooked up
with, the Columbia Broadcasting
system. That is, our column will
hereafter contain choice bits of
broadcast dope regarding the stars
and programs of the great chain.
We begin today.
Variety shows hold an important
place in the fall schedule, just as
the Emerald-of-the-air features
entertainment of varied nature. At
eight on Sunday’s “Open House,”
a new series of programs featuring
Freddy Martin as maestro, musi
cian, and master-of-ceremonies
takes the spotlight. Madge Mar
ley is the girl soloist, and versa
tile specialists from the orchestra
include Elmer Feldkamb, baritone;
Terry Shand, blues singer; the
Martinettes, male trio; and the pi
ano team of Russell and Terry.
A novel feature of the series
gives a break to promising per
formers presented as guest stars.
Each week a different town is rep
resented by a local act or perform
er never before heard on a net
work. Well, there's your chance,
Emerald stars.
What do you think, NBC. Aren’t
you jealous?
Initiation Plans Made
By Alpha Delta Sigma
Plans for initiation of pledges of
Alpha Delta Sigma, advertising
fraternity, were made at a short
meeting of that organization at
College Side, Wednesday noon.
Krazy Kopy Krawl, the annual
dance of the fraternity, to be held
early in the winter term, was also
discussed at this meeting.
It was decided to hold meetings
of the nature of this first meeting
every other Wednesday noon.
These will continue throughout the
entire year, as now planned.
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By Associated Press
-OCTOBER 9
F. D. FAVORS HIGHER PRICES
Washington, Oct. 10— (AP)—
President Roosevelt made it plain
today that he feels prices should
go higher. Immediately there was
speculation as to whether further
currency experimentation was
planned to bring this about.
The only word forthcoming from
the White House was that price
developments probably would be a
determining factor in future mon
etary steps.
KIDNAPED WOMAN SOUGHT
Louisville—Beaten and kidnaped
by a man who escaped with her in
an automobile, Mrs. Berry V.
Stoll, 26, wife of the vice-president
of the Stoll Refining company of
Louisville, was the subject of a
wide search by city and county
police tonight.
A ransom note was found in the
Stoll home, from which Mrs. Stoll
was abducted. All that could be
immediately learned of its contents
was that William Stoll, president
of the Louisville board of trade and
a brother-in-law of the kidnaped
woman, was "next on the list” of
the kidnapers.
EXTRADITION GRANTED
New York — Extradition of
Bruno Hauptmann to New Jersey
to stand trial for the abduction
murder of the Lindbergh baby was
ordered at Albany late today by
Governor Herbert Lehman.
A vigorous defense fight to stave
off extradition was in prospect.
HEIRESS ‘POOR ORPHAN’
New York—Ten-year-old Gloria
Vanderiblt, heires to millions, was
treated “substantially” like a “poor
orphan” by her mother, it was
charged today in testimony during
Mrs. Gloria Morgan Vanderbilt’s
court fight for custody of her child.
LEGAL LOOPHOLES USED
Chicago—The story of efforts to
omit a $34,954, 153 write-off from
the statements of the Corporation
Securities company of Chicago was
unfolded today in the mail fraud
trial of Samuel Insull and 16 co
defendants.
A letter inquiring into the legal
justification for the omission was
added to the heap of the pros
ecution’s evidence while Van. La
mont, former comptroller of Hal
sey, Stuart & co., occupied the wit
ness stand.
KING FORESAW DEATH
Belgrade, Yugoslavia, Oct. 10—
(AP)—That King Alexander ap
parently feared death on his visit
to France was revoaled today as
Yugoslav authorities, preparing to
bury the dead king and crown his
eldest son, Peter, strove to deter
mine the nationality and connec
tions of his assassin.
The dead king’s premonition of
death was seen in the fact that
one of his last acts before leaving
Belgrade was to supervise Oom
pletion of themarble sarcophagus
in the magnificent family mauso
leum at Popolo, the home town of
the Karageorgevitch family.
A hill 40 miles south of Belgrade
is the site of the royal memorial
tomb, the most colorful in all Eur
ope, in which are interred all mem
bers of the late sovereign’s family,
including the original Karageorge
vitch cr Black George, foe of the
Turks and founder of the dynasty.
VICTIM EXPECTED TO LIVE
Marseille, Fiance, Oct. 10—(AP)
—President Albert Lebrun called
at Michel Levy hospital at 2:30
p. m., today (9:30 a. m., E.S.T,),
to shake hands with General Ai
fonse Joseph Georges, wounded
when an assassin killed King Al
exander of Yugoslovia, and For
eign Minister Louis Barthou of
France here yesterday.
The president wished Georges
an early recovery before leaving
the hospital. Hospital attaches ex
pressed the belief that Georges
woul drecover barring unforeseen
complications.
YOUNG KING JOINS MOTHER
Paris, Oct. 10—(AP)—A grief
stricken little boy, mourning his
royal father whose assassination
made him King of Yugoslavia,
came secretly to Paris to meet his
widowed mother.
Throngs jammed Paris’ central
station as authorities put on an
elaborate show of precautions to
cover the entry into Paris of 11
year-old Peter II of Yugoslavia
and his grandmother, Dowager
Queen Marie of Rumania.
Who Cares?
By BOB MOORE
By BOB MOORE
ALL University of Oregon eyes
and many thumbs will be
pointed towards Portland this
week-end. Automobiles, hitch-hik
ers, and box cars will pour out of
Eugene headed for the state’s me
tropolis. The occasion for the sud
den pilgrimage is the annual Web
foot-Husky football drama.
Ere game-time Portland will be
a city of glamorous frivolity. Hi
larity will be king. The queens
(Oregon coeds) will wear ‘mums,’
but that won’t keep them silent.
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During the spectacular moments
in the actual contest, bleacher and
grandstand patrons will whoop and
shout and stomp their feet. They
may even stomp their hands.
Someone might go so far as to
prankishly tie a freshman to a
string of ascending balloons.
Announcers will stutter accounts
over the ether to the chair-edge
sitting listeners. Journalists, in
the press box, will click their teeth
and their typewriters.
Finally the pistol will pop and
the game wil be over.
Football is indeed vital to Amer
ica. It is splendid and essential in
placing a comma in the monotony
of every day life.
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But, couldn’t someone, some
time, somewhere give a thought,
a single thought of sympathy, for
the janitor who is handed a broom
and given the unromantic task of
accumulating empty peanut bags,
torn handkerchiefs, and broken
fingernails ?
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