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An Independent University Daily William E. Phipps . Acting Editor Grant Thuemmel . Manager Malcolm Bauer . Managing Editor PUBLISHED BY THE ASSOCIATED STUDENTS OF THE UNIVERSITY OF OREGON University of Oregon, Eugene, Oregon Leslie Stanley, News Ed. Clair Johnson, Sports Ed. A1 Newton, Telegraph Ed. Mary Louiee Edinger, Wo men’s Ed. Peggy Chessman, Society Ed Ann Reed Burns, Features Ed. Rex Cooper, Chief Night Ed. George 13ikman, Radio Ed. DAY EDITORS: Velma McIntyre. Cliff Thomas, Mildred Black burne, Dorothy Dill, Reinhart Knudsen. EXECUTIVE REPORTERS: Ruth Weber, Margery Kissling, Betty Ohlemiller, Menryetta Mummey, Dan Clark. REPORTERS: Margaret Petsch, Betty Shoemaker, Signe Ras mussen, Lois Strong, Jane Lagassea, Bob Lucas, Dick Watkins, Hallic Dudrey, Marjorie Kibbe, Betty Tubbs,. Phyl* lis Adams, Marion Fuller, Doris Springer, Eugene Lincoln, Dan Maloney, Fulton Travis, Jean Crawford. COPYREADERS: Margaret Ray, Wayne Harbcrt, Marjory O’Bannon. Eileen Blaser, Lilyan Krantz, Laitrene __ Brock schink, Eileen Donaldson, Judith Wodaege, Iris Franzen, Darrel Ellis, Colleen Cathey, Vcneta Brons, Rhoda Arm strong, Bill Pease. Marian Kennedy, Virginia Scoville, Bill Haight, Marian Smith, Marceil Jackson, Elinor Humphreys. SPORTS STAFF: Caroline Hand. George Jones, Bill Mcln turff, Karl Bucknum. Gordon Connelly, Fulton Travis, Ken neth Kirtley, Paul Conroy, Don Casciato, Kenneth Webber, Pat Cassidy, Bill Parsons. SOCIETY REPORTERS: Regan McCoy, Eleanor Aldrich, Betty Jane Barr. WOMEN’S PAGE ASSISTANTS: Regan McCoy. Betty Jane Barr, Ruth Hieberg, Olive Lewis, Kathleen Duffy. NIGHT EDITORS: Reinhart Knudsen, Art Guthrie, Alfredo Fajardo, Listen Wood. ASSISTANT NIGHT EDITORS: Dorothy Adams, Betty Me Girr, Genevieve McNieco, Gladys Battleson, Betta Rosa, Louise Kruikmnn, Jean Pauson Ellamac Woodworth, Echo Tomseth, Jane Bishop, Bob Powell, Ethel Eyman. UPPER BUSINESS STAFF Grant Thucmmel, Bus. Mgr. Eldon Haberman, Asst. Bus. Mgr. Fred Fisher, Adv. Mgr. jack McOirr, Asst. Adv. Mgr. Ed Labbe, Nat. Adv. Mgr. Robert Creswell, Circ. Mgr. Don Chapman, Asst. Cir. Mgr. ^ADVERTISING SOLICITORS: Robert Smith, John Do herty. Dick Reum, J)ick Bryson, Frank Cooper, Patsy Neai, Ken Fly. Margaret Detch, Jack Enders, Robert Moser. Flor ence Smith, Bob Wilhelm, I'at AlcKeon, Carol Auld, Robert Moser. 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 E. 42nd St., New York City; 123 W. Madison St., Chicago; 1004 End Ave., Seattle; 1206 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 arc 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. Oregon-or Washington? WHEN Enoch Bagshaw held the football desti nies of the University of Washington in his hands back in 1928, his band of gridiron stars dropped a hard-fought tussle to Oregon on the field of Multnomah stadium in Portland. Washington failed to cross the Webfoot goal line. Little was thought about that whitewashing at the time—ex cept that it had been a magnificient exhibition. Since that memorable date when the Orcgon Washington tilt was just another football game, many things have changed. An intense spirit of competition and display has been built up between the two institutions. Washington would rather hand out a lacing to Oregon than to defeat Southern Cal ifornia; Oregon would almost as soon lose to the arch-rival, Oregon State, as to bow to the Husky horde. It has come to be a “big game'' in every scnsce of the word. Portlanders, for the most part, con sider the Oregon-Washington game the foremost event of the football season. Likewise, on the alter nate year, when the struggle goes to Seattle, that city makes the meeting of the two teams one of its most gala occasions. Now the winning of the an nual classic is regarded as a matter of civic pride by each metropolis. The color and sportsmanship existing between the elevens and the students of the two universities have a distinct flavor that does not accompany any other intercollegiate contest in which Oregon and Washington compete. Only one thing remains the same as in 1928— the Huskies have yet to plant their spikes in the Webfoot's scoring territory. Today Prink Callson’s fiery gridders will trot out on Multnomah field determined that the Phelan coached phalanx shall again be repulsed outside the Oregon goal stripe. The betting now offers 10 to 9 odds that the Huskies not only will score on the Ducks, but that Washington will win. Whether Oregon can retain its distinctive and enviable position, or whether the Husky can garner new laurels rests upon the two teams of well-trained warriors ond 60 minutes of football. An lncirinl Is Closed OTUDENT government scored another decisive ^ triumph yesterday. It took only a few minutes during the meeting of the ASUO for students to display their conviction that their student leaders had acted wisely in their behalf, and to voice their confidence in the present governmental machinery provided by the constitution. Commendation is due the estudents for their capable handling of a situation which might have seriously impaired the future of student control of their own affairs. Commendation is likewise due the dissenting students for their wise procedure in sub mitting their side of the editorship controversy to the student body. It would have been a comparatively simple mat ter to have secured the 100 signers necessary to place an amendment to the constitution before the students. This action would have demanded a special election, at considerable expense to the ASUO, one week later. Instead, however, the faction which sought the reinstatement of the former Emerald editor thought fully avoided only needless red tape by submitting their case in the form of a resolution directly to the students assembled. Obviously the action against the former Emerald editor was not one of a disiplinary nature. His position as a student in the University remains the same. His rights and privileges continue to be those of any other student, in the University The un iqueness of his position is simply one of relationship of an editor with his employers.'.The Emerald editor is an employee paid’by the*a2sa*oiated A,tudcat*5He serves as the editor of the newspaper which thy own. In this case, as in every similar situation, he must be responsible to the will of those who own the publication. The entire unfortunate incident lias been dis posed of quickly and with a minimum of dissention. The students have spoken. Again student govern ment has proved its worth. Greeks at Yale 'T,HE Yale literary magazine sounded a mournful blast to many of the sons of old Eli early this week, with the publication of an eight page special section devoted to mourning the demise of the fra ternity system at Yale. Each page was bordered in black, while the editors sounded a "taps" for fra ternities. Many predictions of a similar nature have been made since several of the leeading fraternities at Yale withdreew their charters or announced that they would elect no new members for the preseent. Although the situation at Yale is hardly an alagous to that of Oregon, nevertheless Greeks the nation over should await developments at Yale with a good deal of concern. There are many extenuating circumstances at the learge eastern schools; many of the students are graduates and transfers with prior affiliations at other univeersities; there is a great deal of administrational disapproval of the fraternity system; but chiefly, the fraternities at Yale, as at many other eastern universities are merely clubs, at best eating clubs. They do not carry on the definite function of housing that Greek chapters in the west must perform. The analogy many well be taken from the history of all social institutions. No matter what accretions of sentiment and fealty have attached themselves to the fraternity, in the economic life of a univer sity they arose as housing units, they will flourish and support themselves under conditions wherein they are necessary, and they will wane and vanish in a milieu where their economic necessity is a thing of the past. At the University of Oregon, the fraternity sys tem is a healthy and flourishing economic organism; on the campus at Yale it is the expression of a de cadent and metamorphosed phase of college exist ence. Greeks will do well to 3ee that their organiza tions are regarded and preserved as the logical ex prssion of a logical need, rather than as the expres sion of an emotional instinct subservient to the iron hand of policy. ^-. A Husky Abused U"LSEWHERE on this page appears an editorial reprinted from the University of Washington Daily for October 11. If it'were not for the serious mien in which the supposed “vandalism” was pro claimed and the indictment found against the "Ore gon” culprits, such a supercilious accusation might be taken as a joke. But the editor of the wronged school passes judgment on the suspicious without sign of levity; in fact the terms are dogmatic. We cannot answer in like humor—nor does it seem incumbent upon any spokesman of this Uni versity to plead to such a ridiculous charge. The Daily editor is to be commended, however, upon subordinating his outraged dignity to the real issue —the game. That is THE question, and the one to which a reply is in order. Yes Huskies, Oregon will be in Portland; not only thousands of wild-voiced rooters, but also 30 men in moleskins—30 men, led by a great coach, who will be out to win a football game. There will be no talk of the subordination of the Husky during the past six years. These games have passed, and with them any signifiance that might tend to point to a winner. There will be no talk of painted bells and sidewalks. But there will be plenty of football. We join you, Husky editor, in saying “On to Ore gon," and when you get there you’ll find the fight in’-est, scrappiest, hardest-to-beat bunch of “van dals" that ever won a football game from the Uni versity of Washington. The Passing Show Chimes and the Vandals /"VKKGON vandals last night defaced the Univer ^ sity Chimes, which hold a place in Washington hearts equalled only by the four white columns of the first University building. There is only one answer to this insult, hurled at University students and alumni "On to Oregon." Every Washington students who can, should trek to Portland this week-end, by bus and plane and train and highway, to cheer the Husikes as they smash Oregon into the mud of Multnomah field. Six lean and hungry years, ttie Huskies have waited for a victory over Oregon. This Saturday they must win, to wipe out the sneering taunt of those letters on the Chimes tower. There is no need to be collegiate on rah-rah. no use in defacing the Oregon campus the way they have defiled Washington. But, the team needs help. Multnomah stadium will be jammed with -40,000 fans, and at least 30,000 will be rabid Oregon root ers. When the players are resting on the field, be tween quarters or during time-out, the booming yells of Oregon will thunder across the field, whip ing the blood of every Webfoot gridman. Where will the Washington rooters be? Will they be in the stands, cheering till their throats are sore, hurling definance at the Oregon vandals, or will they be sitting in Seattle by the radio? There is no more thrilling sight in sport than to see a swift-limbed halfback scampering down the sidelines behind perfect blocking, cutting across the last white lines for the winning touchdown; no more colorful, pulse-pounding view than -10.000 screaming spectators leaping to their feet to watch perfect play. Every football fan who wants to see a thrilling spectacle, every student who wants to be able to talk about the Oregon \\ ishmgton game when he goes home, instead of avoiding it. should be in Port land Saturday. Let's give the Huskies a fair break. Let’s give them support instead of criticism. The cost is low.1 the game is one of the colorful highlights of vour college career if you want to, it you just try a, little harder, you can come to Portland and see Washington win. ON TO OREGON.'—University of Washington Daih. i Let ’em Eat Cake By ED HANSON pis. In The Days of Tarquin Superdus By FREDERIC S. DUNN When Pacific unversity surren dered Professor George Collier to become one of our first faculty, certain dispositions of live stock gration to Eugene. A handsome shepherd dog named Leo was be queathed to the Matthews farm near Hillsboro, where lived a little maid unaware that she v/as doomed to be Mrs. Dunn. But a sorrell horse, with an oblique white stripe across his forehead, and harnessed to a dog cart, came triumphantly on to the new home and thereafter trotted the dusty streets under the highly classical sobriquet of Tar quiniws Superbus. So, generations before the ad vent of Professor Boynton’s auto, long before others of the faculty were riding “safety” bicycles, and co-evally with Dr. Sharpies’ buck board and Orin Moore's draw, old Tark spun over the dog-fenneled thoroughfares, with groceries and calico for the new estate, so re mote from the town, but just across from the great gaunt quad rangle which was the campus of then. It seemed so immense and lone some, that big Collier house, where the Chancellor now lives! There were no buildings adjacent, except the Chichester farm house, near the present home of Dr. and Mrs. Sheldon, no streets opened, — fences and gates a-plenty, cab bages and beets in the front yard, with rows of strawberries inter spersed with the fern that Dave had failed to weed out,—an incip ient orchard behind, that seemed to stretch interminably on up to the Odd Fellows cemetery, and a barn for Tarquinius Superbus. Two decades later, when Dr. Frank Strong was president, saw me pick ing cherries in that same orchard, where Mary Spiller—and Hend ricks—and Gerlinger halls, now stand and Tark’s former domicile had found new dignity as the Uni versity observatory. Scotch ancestry and the trans planting of staunch New England ism into Oberlin college and pre vious faculty positions in Wheaton, Washburn, Willamette, and Pacif ic, gave to our own university a wonderful product in Dr. George Collier. Short and rather stockily built,—firm, erect pace,—white hair and beard, the latter always closely and neatly trimmed,—smil ing eyes,—a softly modulated voice,—mannerisms that were gen tle and unobtrusive,—I used to marvel at him as he sat in his classroom, in the southeast corner of Deady, almost overwhelmed by what little we had in the parpher nalia of physics and chemistry', and deemed him the acme of man ly sweetness and dignity. Never did I hear a harsh or un pleasant word pass his lips. There was no thought of correction or disciplinary measures where Dr. Collier taught, for his very mod esty and wholesome absence of egotism would have made a stu dent misdemeanor seem like crime against divinity. Isn't it odd how little things cling in your memory? Or are they the little things ? Once, I had finished the explanation of some principle, like the ‘center of mo ments,' or "the velocity of light," and Dr. Collier removed his glasses, so that I caught the twinkle of his eyes and saw as well the subdued E. 0. AAoll’s Campus Sonnets By PARKS HITCHCOCK It is easy to be destructive. It is often pleasant a id emotionally profitable to tear physical matter into small shreds and to watch them fall from your fingers. It Is still easier for the amateur critic to adopt a scathing approach to anything which he cannot under stand. And yet if the critic were to adopt this point of view toward the latest book of poetry, of Ernest G. Moll, assistant professor of English at the University, appropriately entitled "Campus Sonnets,” there would still be an incorruptible spirit which he could not reach. There is something beyond mere physical matter that lie could not possess and destroy. I' is this qual ity. this eternal reeling for expe rience. that elevates and permeates Professor Moll s poetry and gives color to many passages that would be dull and uninspired poetry. Professor Moll's latest Volume shows a marked progress toward coherence and mastery of expres sion. The words fall more easily into clioate and integrated lines: hi ; sonnet manner has improved and seems to give a more complete view of experience At times he is inclined to allow his reliance upon the tw ist of the final line for effect to .pod tin legitimate beauty of the poem; at other times, however, lie seems the master of a biting and translucent wit. Several of his sonnets are in the manner of Dryden and Pope; both colleagues and students come un der his satirical thrusts. His open ing lines on the "Faculty Clown:" “He's like a dog with a mad nose, forever Baying the tree where 'possom never sat;" With all the warmth and breadth of his joy in experience in many sonnets he seems a broader and wiser man; in poems that are in I their intent occasional, he can show a grasp of the infinite, of the cold and moving winds of the universe's unknown corridors, "... where the floor is shifting sand with only utter darkness on before." One finishes Professor Moll's work with the feeling that it is but v prelude to work that will come from his pen in the future. The stanzas on Robinson Jeffers pre sage a shaping of purpose and a realization of self which show age and force in Mr, Moll's work, a de termination and the birth of an 'eidos' toward the coalition of ex perience and intellect. We will await the day when Pro fessor Moll throws tiis facile energy into the construction of some greater and more important work ... the true fruition of U:s taUnis. little laughter in his shoulders, as he said, “That was very well dem onstrated, Mr. Dunn,—as well as I could do it myself.” Would that the Collier ilk could be multiplied n times. The next issue will contain “What did Emeritus Mean?” Who Cares? By BOB MOORE A short resume of today's game. The Washington and Oregon teams trot out. One of the fans passes out. The teams scamper down the field. Eagle wins by a nose. He doesn’t want it. He gives it back to Sulkosky of Washing ton. The captains slither into the cen ter of the field for the toss. The referee has forgotten the coin. They compromise on Simon Says Thumbs Up. Washington wins on Wiggle Waggle. Bufkin kicks to Parke. Parke crabs to the umpire. The umpire picks up the bawl. Haggerty comes in for Washington. Michek makes a hole through center (the center’s abdomen.) Haggerty looks hag gard. iime out. Pepelnjack has for gotten the signals. Muczynski rides into the game on a charley horse. The teams sneak into position. VanVliet makes a pass at a dame in the grandstand. Reischman makes two yards. A front yard and a back yard. “That's nuthing,” he said. Callison pulls a fast one when he takes out VanVliet. Oregon is reprimanded 45 feet for making snooty remarks about the officials. Michek kicks a goal post. Time out. Huddle. Offside. Washington scores. Oregon scores. Pepelnjak doesn't know the score. The game is over. The timekeeper shot himself in the end. The crowd goes on a tear. They tear down the grandstand. They tear down the stadium, and then they tear down town. It’s a holy terror. Webfoots Meet (Continued from Page Our) year letterraan. Burke played tackle last year, but was shifted to center this year and has made good. At right guard for Oregon is Andy Hurney, a transfer from St Martin's junior college. He weighs 196, is fast and aggressive, and he broke into the lineup at the start of the season. Starting at left guard for the Huskies is Frank Windust. He weighs only 171, but made all coast honors two years ago. Bjork to Start Del Bjork is on? of last years Frosh who has made good on the varsity this year. He weighs 200. and few gains are made through his part of the line at right tackle. He is the only sophomore in the Oregon . tart mg lineup. At left tackle for V. achmgton is Chuck Bond, star of the frosh line last year. He weighs 205, the heaviest of the starting team, ami is the sole Washington sophmore starting the contest. Vince Walker, transfer from a California junior college, is start ing in the place of Budd Jones, who is out with an injury. Walker is six feet, four inches tall, weighs 201, and is an excellent pass catcher. He also is a place kicker and is often called on to convert after touchdowns. Left end for Washington is Dan Lazarvich, a reserve of last year. He has had little game exeperience, but has developed rapidly this year. He is tall and weighs 189. Terjeson vs. Hornbeak At the quartervack position for Oregon we find Ralph Terjeson, a two year veteran who is a good blocker, and strong on backing up the line. Terjeson weighs 192. Jay Hornbeak, another two year veteran is the Washington quarter back. He is very fast and shifty, and a good passer. Bob Parke, co-captain, and Web foot left half, is a two year letter man, and is a real triple threat. Last year he was considered one of the best punters on the coast, and he can pass and carry the ball with fine results. He has been moved to the ball carrying posi tion this year, and is very shifty. Art Ahonen is one of the stars in the Washington backfield. He is starting at right half, and is one of the fastest backs on the coast. He can pass as well as run and is al ways a scoring threat. Right Halts Fast Oregon’s starting right halfback will probably be Walt Riecshman, a transfer to Oregon this year, He is fairly light, weighing about 169, but is a fine blocker, and pass re ceiver. He broke into the starting lineup at the first of the season, and did fine work in both the Gon zaga and U.C.L.A. games. At left half for the Washington Huskies is Burl Bufkin, a one year veteran who is a triple threater. He is the fastest man on the team, can both catch and throw passes, and his weight is 168. Filling “Iron Mike” Mikulak's shoes this year for Oregon is Frank Michek, a one year letter man. He weighs 185, and is one of the best offensive fullbacks on the Oregon team in some time. Opposite him for Washington is Paul Sulkosky who can crash like a real star, and is good on back ing up the line. He is a two year veteran, and his weight is given as 185. These are the men that started the last game for both teams. There are outstanding reserves on both teams who will probably see ad'tion. On the Oregon team among the reserves and almost certain to see action is Gardner Frye, two year letterman, whose back is now fully healed; Maury VanVliet, fast halfback, who was one of the stars of the Ucla game will prob ably break into the game as a scoring threat for the Ducks. Probable Starting Lineup Oregon Morse, 75 ... Eagle, 81 ... Gangon, 73 Fury, 79 . Hurney, 62 . Bjork, 82 .... Walker, 64 Terjeson, 80 Parke, 44 ... Rieschman, Michek, 33 Washington LER .... Markov, 63 LTR . Ullin, 70 . LGR .... Mucha, 30 .. C . Burke, 60 . RGL .. Windust, 18 RTL . Bond, 72 REL Lazarevich, 58 Q .... Horbeak, 57 . LHR ... Ahonen, 6 24 RHL .. Bufkin, 10 . F .... Sulkosky, 76 Reserves: Oregon: Lopez (21), Back (22), Pepelnjack (27), Patrick (28), McCreedie (30), Riordan (34), Lundin (38), Codding (39), Car ter (41), Smith (49), Farrar (51), Oakes (53), Estes (54), Berry (61), VanVliet (65), Frye (67), Hallen (68), Bishop (75), Simpson (76), Whittaker (35). Washington : Wiatrak ( 13 ), Logg (14), Radke (14), Banks (16), Flanagan (19), Hansen (20), Haines (29). Wyman (46). Rohr schieb (54), Shaper (55), Cain (621, McKenzie (64), Muczynski (68), Brougham (7i, Haggerty (80). Radio evue By George Y. Biknian All the people gone away— Sorry folks, no poem today. We learn from Henry McLemore that the most popular English summer sport—one which enjoys more followers than cricket, is nightingale-listening-to. Nightin gale-listening-to, or simply as it is known generally, consists of get ting one's ears within range of a nightingale and hearing it sing. "There are three accepted ways of playing the game. The first, which is limited almost entirely to elderly folk, calls for nothing more spirited than sitting in an arm chair in front of a radio and wait ing for the broadcasting companies to bring the notes of the bird over the air. The broadcasters ac complish this by sprinkling the trees of a forest where nightin gales are thought to be nesting with microphones, and keeping the air free until one cuts loose.” Another way, we learn is to read the paper. “Nightingale Notes,, us ually informs one where the birds can be found. But one must ar rive at the spot hours ahead of time; otherwise the vantage points will be taken by other nightingale listen-tooers. Furthermore, the nightingale often finds the vulgar crowds repulsive and refuses to sing. "me tmra, ana Dy rar tne most satisfying way, is to plunge into the woods ond find your own night ingale. It is hard, but success gives one a tremendous thrill. “Too, one must have a cello, for without a cello your chances of finding a nightingale, and getting it to sing, are practically nil. First select a likely looking tree. Sit beneath it for an hour or more. This is to convince the nightingale, if there is one, that you mean no harm. Then play your cello softly. If your number has been such as to inspire confidence in the bird, he will answer, timidly at first, then in full blast. Choice of tunes on the cello is highly important. Military marches are no good. Neither is an hi-di-ho stuff. ‘Roses of Picardy’ is often used with success by beginners. So is ‘The Rose of No Man’s Land.’ Oddly enough even veteran night ingalers have yet to succeed with ‘My Wild Irish Rose.’ Today on the Emerald of the air Frank Evanson at the piano and Kenneth Clair with his accordian will entertain. Send the Emerald to your friends. 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