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An' Independent University Daily William E. Phipps . Acting Editor Grant Thuemmel . Manager j PUBLISHED BY THE ASSOCIATED STUDENTS OF THE UNIVERSITY OF OREGON University of Oregon, Eugene, Oregon | „ .. EDITORIAL BOARD Winston Allard, Barney Clark, Charles Paddock, Robert Moore | Leslie Stanley, News Ed. i Clair Johnson, Sports Ed. A1 Newton, Telegraph Ed. Mary Louiee Edinger, Wo men’s Ed. Peggy Chessman, Society Ed. Ann Reed Burns. Features Eri. Rex Cooper, Chief Night Ed. George Bikman, Radio Ed. burne, Dorothy Dill, Reinhart Knudseii. EXECUTIVE REPORTERS: Ruth Weber, Margery Kissling, Betty Ohlemiller, Menryetta Mummey, Dan Clark. REPORTERS: Margaret Petsch, Betty Shoemaker, Signe Ras mussen, Eois^ Strong, Jane Eagasseo, Bob Eneas, Dick Watkins, Hallic Dudrey, Marjorie Klbbe, Betty Tubbs, Phvl* lis Adams, Marion Fuller, Doris Springer, Eugene Lincoln, Dan Maloney, Fulton Travis, Jean Crawford. COPYREADERS: Margaret Ray, Wayne Harbert, Marjory O’Bannon, Eileen Blascr, Eilyan Krantz, Laurene Brock schink, Eileen Donaldson, Judith Wodaege, Jris Franzen, Darrel Ellis, Colleen Cathey, Veneta Brons, Rhoda Arni strong, Bill Pease, Marian Kennedy, Virginia Scoville, Bill Haight, Marian Smith, Marceil Jackson, Elinor Humphreys. SPORTS STAFF: Caroline Hand, George Jones,^ Bill Mcln turff, Earl Bucknum, Gordon Connelly, Fulton Travis, Wcn neth Kirtley, Paul Conroy, Don Casciato, Kenneth Webber, Pat Cassidy. SOCIETY REPORTERS: Regan McCoy, Eleanor Aldrich, Betty Jane Ban. WOMEN’S PACE ASSISTANTS: Regan McCoy, Betty Jane Barr, Ruth Hieberg, Olive Eewis, Kathleen Duffy. NIGHT EDITORS: Reinhart Knudsen, Art Guthrie, Alfredo Fajardo, Listen Wood. ASSISTANT NIGHT EDITORS: Dorothy Adams, Betty Mc Girr, Genevieve McNiece, Gladys Battleson, Betta Rosa, Louise Kruikman, Jean Pauson, Ella Mac Woodworth, Echo Tomseth, Jane Bishop, Boh Powell, Ethel Eyman. UPPER BUSINESS STAFF firant Thucmmel, Bus. Mgr. lotion Haberman, Asst. Bus. Mgr. Fred Fislier, Adv. Mgr. Jack McGirr, Asst. Aclv. Mgr. Ed Labbe, Nat. Adv. Mgr. Robert Creswell. Circ. Mgr. Don Chapman, Asst. Gir. Mgr. BUSINESS OFFICE: McArthur Court, Phone 3300~-Local 214. EDITORIAL OFFICES': Journalism building. Phone 3300 Editor, Local 354 ; News Room and Managing Editor 355. A member of the Major College Publications, represented by A. J. Norris Hill Co., 155 K. 42nd St., New York City; 123 W. Madison St., Chicago; 1004 End Ave., Seattle; 1200 Maple Ave., Los Angeles; Call Building, San Francisco. The Emerald is a member of the Associated Press. The As sociated Press is entitled to the use for publication of all news dispatches credited to it or not otherwise credited in this paper and also the local news published herein. All rights of publica tion of .special dispatches herein are also reserved. * The Oregon Daily Emerald, official student publication of the University of Oregon, Eugene, published daily during the college year, except Sundays, Mondays, holidays, examination periods, all of December except the first seven days, all of March except the first eight days. Entered as second-class matter at the postoffice, Eugene, Oregon. Subscription rates, $2.50 a year. Let the Dead Bury the Dead ONCE again the rights of student government at the University of Oregon are in danger. Upon the insight and careful deliberation of the members of the ASUO rests the heavy responsibility of pre serving their governmental privileges. Today in Gerlinger hall the associated students convene in general session. At that time an amend ment, purporting to return the selection of editors and managers of student publications to popular vote and all its accompanying political iqt-rigue, will be presented. The amendment which is to be offered will come as a direct protest to the recent action taken by your duly chosen student officials in the removal of Douglas W. Polivka from the editorship of the Emerald. The ouster originated with the publica tions committee and was approved by the executive council, both of which bodies have majorities con sisting of your student leaders. To thoughtlessly and Inadvertantly vote on the amendment which will be proposed would serve as an open admission of a breakdown of confidence in your administration and in the Ideals of representa tive student government. No democratic administration can withstand re peated tamperings with its integral workings while misguided minorities seek political martyrdom at the expense of efficiency, without bogging down under its own clumsiness. Less than a year ago student government at Oregon faced an analogous situation when the as sociated students were literally buried under an ava lanche of amendments, the greater part of which were inconsequential and which served only to gum up the governmental machine. That was a trying period, but clear and thorough thinking on the part of the students in weeding out the maze of unweildly material madte it possible for the students to continue to control their own af fairs. Now' another crisis confronts you. Your repre sentatives ' ave acted for your best interests. They were elected by your vote. Support them by your vote. Aii Edilor (ids in Wrong HERE is an ancient legend in the craft of -*■ journalism that it is part of the editor’s lot in life to “get in wrong.” The hide of the rhinoceros is as the thinnest parchment compared with the sensitivity of that ideal editor who speaks lus piece though all the world says lie's wrong. And this is called “freedom of the press,” a thing to be respected and cherished. There are, however, certain logical and natural restrictions upon this freedom. When the editor is not himself the sole owner and operator of his paper, it can no longer be the vehicle exclusively of his own emotions and opinions, bul must reflect so far as possible the combined judgment of the group of owners. This does not mean that the position of the editor becomes one of slavish subservience to his col leagues. A.-, the presumed expert on editorial pul icies the editor asumes new responsibilities as the ! leader, and so long as this leadership is wise and ! fair minded and honest it deserves support even though it does not always suit all the colleagues. When opinions as to what is wise and just become irreconcilable, the proud man steps out, leaving j it to the colleagues to find a more suitable editor. This, in effect, is what has happened in the case j of Douglas Polivka, till yesterday editor of The Emerald, the paper of the student body at the Uni versity of Oregon. Mr. Polivka’s ideas, as displayed in the first four issues under his direction, met with deep protest from students and others who believe they are just as sincerely concerned with the welfare of the University of Oregon as Mr. Polvika. In attempting to express that feeling of outrage and indignity which pervades the entire campus under the politically manipulated Kerr regime, Mr. Polivka was not clever nor entirely fair. He did not stop with complaining of the state board’s de lays but dragged in personalities which many felt unwarranted. He accused Willard Marks, board chairman, of political inhibitions and ambitions. In rather clumsy fashion he attempted a de-bunking of Candidate Joe Dunne’s claims as a friend of higher education, thereby violating the tradition which says that campus papers shall remain non-partisan. Pie was stubborn in rejecting friendly counsel. There could be no course but complete separation. Nevertheless, it is to be hoped that the Polivka case will not be interpreted as setting a precedent for putting a bridle on Emerald editors. Any paper which is run by committees becomes as spineless as the amoeba. Unless the new editor is accepted and respected as a. leader, regardless of occasional differences,1 his task will become impossible. Recent years have seen tremendous growth of the Univer sity as a meeting place of ideas and opinions and The Emerald in the midst thereof as a sparkling leader in interesting discussion. If the paper be comes a dried and shriveled offering on the altars of the Great God Shush, ws shall mourn! —Eugene Register-Guard. Hallelujah, Brother! WE who are now in college know that the movie idea of university life held by the general public is so much guff. You can look until you’re blue in the face and you’ll never find the gay parties and “rowdy-dow” atmosphere favored by M-G-M, Warner Bros., et al. in their campus epics. The in tellectual life is, in reality, a bit dull and grey in tone and lacking in the carefree abandon said to have been enjoyed by the earlier generations. But once or twice every year the campus does take on the hectic tinge favored by the movie makers. We refer to the rally trains and other ap purtenances of the big games in Portland. Then comes release from the grey reutine and, gentle reader, do we like it! W'ho can deny the pulse and swing of the carni val spirit, the lift of excitement and expectation that electrifies the atmosphere of the rally train and blots out cares and sorows? Who can resist the crackling bedlam of the noise parades, the in sistent pulsing of the bands, and the thin, cold prickle of anticipation that races up and down the spine in the creeping hours before game-time. And who doesn’t thrill to the climax of it all that endless half-minute when the roaring stands quiet down to a death-like hush, waiting—waiting -until the shril blast of a whistle signals the kick off and the pigskin soars against the empty sky. For that time at least we’re all of us the Joe College of fiction, completely and whole-heartedly, and gentle reader, do we love it—do we love it! De Die in Diem Joe College Disappears A MONO the many .stupendous changes taking *- place in the world totday, is the evolving of a new type of college student. If one will open his eyes and observe he will note that he Is being permitted to witness an upheavel in the development of llie younger generation. The war era and its succeeding, approximate fifteen year period brought to us a swift, giddy, and thoughtless group of people. The college stu dent is not different or worse than the rest of the population but gives you an emphasized view of the trends of the day. As usual the college men tind women have done their part to impress upon us the foolishness and unsteadiness of the post-war period. However, anyone who lias been thrown with the college group for the past three years lias noted a change. The ‘rah-rah'’ boy is already “old stuff." Tt has long been unfasnionable at the better schools to engage in the unreasonable type of football rallies. The bearcat runabout and the coonskin over coat are alike in abeyance. Cheer leaders still hold forth at the big games but mostly for the delectation of the alumni in search of their youth. Most strik ing and amazing of all is that the undergraduate is beginning to admire mere scholarship! The day of the “polite moron" seems distinctly past. Time was when the impeccable frame of this personage loomed large upon the campus horizon. More grinds, bookcrackers, and scholars were dirt tor his elegance. He trod the campus amid the jingle ol many watch-chain keys, the aimless flop of the 29-inch bell bottoms, and the aroma of gin. per fume, and ignorance. But his day is definitely j doomed on tlie campus. Somehow it has taken the depression to suggest to young men and women that one doesn't succeed in life by failing in college and that courtesy and smartness in the polite sense make the gentleman and the lady. Such is the evolu- ! lion as it walks hand in hand with fate and time. Kentucky Kernel. Harrison Calls (Continued from Pane One') A.S.U.O. meeting in which the sub ject of Polivka's reinstatement is to be brought up." The committee claims that the statements as printed by the News were not taken directly from the meeting, nor were they given indi rectly by those present. The account of the meeting was given to the News correspondent upon Li request. However, accord ing to Newton Stearns, former managing editor of the Emerald wbo ga\e out the story, the infer mat Ion had been misinterpreted by the News' reporter and was not an accurate statement of the infor mation given him. Stearns told the News that the committee had met merely to dis cuss the question, and that the pe tition was an independent venture of a group headed by Mervin Rod da. Tins was done independently of and without sanction of the “Committee of hO." The affidavit to ths effect was signed by all of the members of the committee. Mervin Rodda, head of the committee circulating the petition, himself denied the va lidity of the story us printed by the News. Stearns JUesijms (Conti lim'd from Page One) for the oversight, but consider it a reflection on my professional reputation to have the omission thought intentional on my part."! Stearns made no mention of the alleged distortion of the news story in his reply. With the exception of the resig nation of Donald Olds as associate editor yesterday, no other changes have been announced on the edi torial staff. Bauer assumes his duties as acting managing editor with this issue. 1 Seem’ Things sam fort Tramping Norway in Winter _._BY RICHARD NELSON PUGH_ (Editor’s note: Mr. Fugli is a 1929 grad uate of the University of Oregon. All pub lication rights of this travel sketch are reserved by the Oregon Daily Emerald.) On my last Sunday at Jorgen sen’s I read from the Sayings of Odin, “One should take leave, The guest should not stay Always in one place. The loved becomes loathed If he sits too long In another house.” It was timely advice. The hour of my departure was drawing near er. That afternoon I went for a short walk down the winding road to the river and up again to the parish church perched in high steepled aloofness upon a hill top. Returning home, I was introduced to a group of Oslo relatives, who had arrived for an afternoon and evening's visit. Among the visitors was an Oslo university student, and a brother of Herr Jorgensen. He had two ambitions, one to study in Ger many, the other to go to America. He was filled with all the egotism of inexperience, for which there is no cure but time alone. The next day it snowed. I worked outside just-the same. Issak Aas, a neighboring farmer, had been hired to do some cultivating before deep snow made it impossible. Our work was to place a fertilizer of lime and manure about the or chard trees, mixing it well into the soil with spades. All morning and late into the afternoon we struggled against the stony soil of the hill-side. We had company. Below on another i ridge two ploughmen whipped! their horses forward into the blind- | ing storm, making one desperate effort to finish the fall ploughing. Issak, serene of countenance, took all as a matter of course, even j joking at times. I marvelled that in all the years of his struggle ■ with the elements there on those upland ridges he had not become [ as hard and silent as the stony soil j from which he wrested a living. | for me nrsi time i pondered upon the advisability of continuing ] the Russian expedition. It would be bad enough not to be able to speak the language of t he Russians but this snow and cold worse, sc 1 was told, in Russia than in Nor way was something new to be reckoned with. Moreover, 1 had nc Russian viza. 1 had failed to get it in Berlin, but hoped to get it in Stockholm or Helsingfors. The odds in this matter were also against me. That night, tossing restlessly on my hard narrow cot, I recalled that my step-mother had long ago come from Norway. Where she had come from in Norway I had not the slightest knowledge except that in a picture I had seen that her home had been on an island witli no signs of vegetation upon it. There was a chance that I might spend the winter with rela tives. Next morning l wrote to my step-mother, informed her of my desire to spend the winter in Nor way. and asked her for an intro duction to her relatives. They might know of some place I could work for my bed and bread, I added. V summer of study at Oxford had made severe inroads on my bank account. There had followed! a disastrous campaign on the con-. tinent, where in one night I had lost twenty marks in a drinking bout with a band of Nazi. What remained was in danger of com plete extinction by the tailing \al ue of the dollar. In these desperate straits I de termined to go north at once to be as close to that remote island as possible when news of its where abouts should arrive. Accordingly I made my departure two days later, thanking the Jorgensens for their many kindnesses and friend ly deeds, and assuring them I should write often. I set my course northward along the ancient high road to Trondheim. Editor’s Note: This column will contain material by nationally known authors on matters of current campus interest. Today’s article is taken from the booklet. "Gentlemen Preferred,” and is published by permission of Elizabeth Woodward and the Ladies Home Journal. ON WITH THE DANCE You may enjoy such carefree pastimes as standing like a statue in the stag line, chinning with the boys in the dressing room, or mak ing long treks for food during in termission. But all of that is rath er unprofitable. So our first sug gestion about dances is: Learn to dance. You must be very conceited if you think you can get along with out knowing how. Even if you aren't inspired on the subject you can at least master a simple slide together-slide step. Get your sis ter or a willing victim to let you fall over her feet. She'll give you some pointers in self-defence. It's far better to waltz to everything than to take prosaic steps around the floor while your partner groans inwardly, "Will the marines never come ?” If you have a little imagination, natural rhythm and agility, and enough curiosity to practice some new steps by yourself, your popu larity on tile dance floor will in crease. by leaps and bounds. You may be bashful, homely as sin, cross-eyed, or even a moron, but if you are a really good dancer, you may feel safe in asking the nost popular girl to dance. She'd love to. Passant - - Now meditate upon the various grips and holds involved. Consider the sad predicament of the poor defenseless girl whose partner seizes her firmly, slides his hand under her arm. and grabs her by the back of the neck. 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Suggest some refreshments. Or even ask her to sit down be cause (looking interested) you want to talk with her. If your young lady does burst out with some remark about how thirsty she is or how hot it is in here, it’s perfectly possible that she is only thirsty and hot. But it may be that your dancing is a sort of slow death to her. Just keep that in mind. Don't be agitated about what to say to a girl when you’re dancing with her. If tftfe young lady with whom you are dancing keeps mak ing remarks like: “Quite a crowd here,” or “Good music, isn’t it?” or “What’s the name of this piece?” just answer her politely but briefly and she will soon quiet down. Never be guilty of the above bromides yourself. It is far better to preserve a dignified silence. This gives the impression that you could talk if you wanted to—but you do not choose to talk. (To be continued) European (Continued from Page One) friendly of late. When the King came over, France hoped to win the entire friendship of the coun try. Now, I think, the people— they realize that France should have given the King more protec tion and they will be more sym pathy with the Nazi movement in spite of France.” Hitler had been in power just seven months when Kopp left Switzerland for America. As a stu dent of foreign trade, and after several years of study at the school of commerce in St. Gallen, just fifteen miles from his home, Kopp feels that however Hitler’s commands may hinder foreign trade, the unification of control ling powers in Germany is bene ficial. Before, the chancellor’s pro posed economic changes were pow erless against the friction of thirty five different ‘parties.’ Now all the sixty-five million people are, for the most part, united. Last year, in order to acquire a better speaking knowledge of English, Kopp attended the Sandy high school where he took U. S. history, civics, English, and print ing. He liked American history and it was easy for him. “Ah, those other kids, they didn’t know any thing! Every time we had a test I was exempted.” • There was a girl in the high school who bothered him, however. ’“She was always behind me say ing, ‘I want to see you, I want to talk to you.’—I didn't like that. I didn’t know what it was about. She asked how I liked the Ameri can girls and all kinds of questions. Finally I didn’t answer any more. She asked too many questions!” —That wras his first interview. Last night he was prepared, and when asked what he thought about the Oregon girls he replied, “I don’t thing about them!” Who Cares? By BOB MOORE OWED TO WINTER By a COED WHO KNOWS There comes a time in young coeds’ lifes It's winter with its cold and strifes. We skip out of bed two minutes late For eight o’clocks that begin at eight, Then flop into our long undies And wrap us up in foxes and bun nies, Until only our cold wet noses pro trude, For breathings sake, we leave them nude. Fairly swallowing a bowl of mush, We start to class in mud and slush. Then there’s the feel of balls of snow Striking us on the back and below. We remember our hankies in out dressers While having coughy with our coughing professors. We creep upstairs as night time falls The roofs are leaky with wetty walls. The beds are cold, the pillows damp; We lie awake with a stomach cramp. Such is life in the great wide West But what can we do with a cold on our chest. Turnout for Debating Expected to Be Large A large number of students are expected to participate in the try out for the men’s varsity debate team to be held in Friendly hall, room 13, next Tuesday night, ac cording to W. L. Dahlberg, assist ant professor of English and one of the three judges. John L. Casteel, director of speech, and James Carrell will also act as judges in the tryout. To all the problems of this world This too must he annexed: To wonder while you re on the air Whatever you'll say next. That may not be very good poet ry, but it certainly is true. We found that out last night when the “This Is News!” feature went on the air. Due to last minute com plications the three Emerald-of the-air reporters who announced the program were unable to get together for a rehearsal—not even at the last minute. Clark had been in Seattle, Chessman was cogniz ant of the fact that Arnheim was in town, and Bikman was reading dirty digs about his column. We made it to the studio in two and a half minutes from the cam pus, and got there with two min utes to spare. But that wasn’t much time to talk about how we were going to put the stuff out. So after all the ballyhoo about the great surprise on the Thursday broadcast, it developed that the triumvirate who broadcasted were more taken aback than the audi ence. We consoled ourselves with this thought: think of all the elec tricity that was saved because people turned off their radios while we were on the air. But enough idle chatter! Know ye that on the Saturday following this one we shall endeavor to re lease the goddess of radio (there's a thought!) a program consisting of literary works well done. By that we mean good ones that aren’t too good and good ones that aren’t bad ... by that we mean— oh, scratch it. (Yes, we saw the movie too.) Well, what we started to say be fore Betty Wilson came in. and started pestering us is that we are seeking poems, essays, thoughts happy or sad—in short any accept able literary epistle of fairly short length—so that we may use them on the broadcast. We'd like to cap italize on student talent, but if you punks are too bashful to drop in at the Journalism building be tween five and six any week night to see me—alright for you! Today is Columbus day—if our seventh grade history serves us faithfully. So we’re presenting a very special feature on the broad cast this afternoon. That is, the feature is in addition to the saxo phone music of Ethel Eyman and the piano music of Clarabelle Yates. Tune in, won't you? Time, 4:45. I BRICK" MULLER'S 53 YARD PA$$^ 8 'California vs. Ohio Sfafe—192) at Pasadena", J California was on Ohio Stott's, 37 yard line?While tlx} I pipkin was being passed back from colter to "Pesky” Sproyt, ‘ ; ^California halfback, "Brick" Muller drifted back from his post 's: .tm at end and took an underhand toss from Sprott. hinder then ’ I . backed up to his cun s7 yard line and heated a tremendousj I pass far down the feld to Howard Stephens, the Bears’ ether \ | -f^nk-tnvt. 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