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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- I 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. They’re Off A Webfoot team still "smarting” from its recent ■2*.defeat at the hands of the Washington Husky, will leave this afternoon for Moscow to do battle with the Idaho Vandals, on Saturday. Oregon gridsters this year have a determination and unity that has not been seen on this campus for several years. Let's further that determination and unity with genuine student support. Let’s show those men that Oregon students are still behind them 100 per cent. Idaho wiil not be an easy team to conquer. Cal land’s team made a better showing against the Gonzaga Bulldog than did the Washington State Cougar. The early losses suffered by the Vandals have only made them stronger. When the Wcbfoots leave today, give them a send-off that will still be ringing in their ears when they line up opposite the Idaho eleven. Show them true Oregon spirit. Freed < mi—or Aim s? fT'WELVE hundred miners, desperate, burying' themselves in the black depths of a mine shaft, there to be drowned, asphyxiated or starved, rather than slave at a wage that could buy only starvation . . . Twelve hundred humans who, rather than en dure the creeping pangs of slow death from hun ger, rather than endure the misery of seeing their wives and children daily grow more wasted and wretched, would have done with life . . . Twelve hundred men, who, though insane from a torture self-imposed, had such a mad determination that they would not pardon themselves to return to the suffering that was theirs in a world of sunshine and free air above . . . Families of the twelve hand led, who, not having been restrained woidd have thrown themselves after their men . . . It is an apocalypse, a shocking, horrible vision that has stirred this too, too complacent world the last few days. Psychologist! Call it group madness. Idealist! Throw around it one of your paper dreams. Starvation is very real. People starve in our country. Do we need an European vision of starvation to arouse our hu manity? . . . when we composedly receive the re port that six million American children are "defi nitely undernourished,” meaning starved ... or when wo have it reported to the Children’s Welfare Federation of New York city that a child found eat ing out of a garbage can had died, that another child three months old, wtiose mother had been un able to feed it nothing but sugar and water, was near death. People of comfortable means are as a group too complacent about human suffering. Qnly when mis ery is reduced to the terms of a hot news story, or when it comes in dripping gobs from the pen of a human-interest writer, 1.- their attention caught. And then their concern is largely abstract, a kind of pitying curiosity. We may feel that we have done a bit when we drop a dime to a beggar, but that isn't the kind of charity the world needs most. We must learn a kind of charity that isn't the stooping, patronizing way of almsgiving. The higher way is a sympathy with the broad depths of the wretched, a desire to improve their condition. Alms are only an apology disgraceful to a land of free people. As college students many of us will be graduated as leaders into the higher ranks of employment We should carry away from here a sense of our responsibility, some way, to end the wretched state of labor in sonic of our indust l ies, which no euphem ism can conceal. There must be some way. If v.c tall to find it if we continue groping in the dark, grasping only loose ends of reality, the day will arise when men who can exhibit such unflinching desperation as to seek death en masse will turn the force of their anger away from themselves upon a confused and helpless society. ‘Galloping Ghost’ Returns T AST week-end Harold ‘'Red" Grange, one of modern football's immortals, returned to the scene of his collegiate gridiron triumphs. Ten years have passed since the great Illinois halfback set the country agog with his phantom touchdown dashes through broken fields. Since that time Grange has won more laurels for himself in the professional version of America's favorite college sport. At times his post-graduation exploits must have seemmed a bit empty. No longer did he receive the thundering plaudits of his alma mater. His path was none too smooth for he was a pioneer, and the way of the pioneer is never easy. When Grange left Illinois, professional football was in its infancy. Ho was censured for sacrificing his precious amateur status for the sake of a few paltry dollars. Even those who had gone to classes with him and cheered him on the field rather re sented the decision of their idol. The University of Illinois did, however, confer one distinction upon its elusive backfield ace. The nummerals, 77, which he wore on his Illinoi jersey, were never to be worn by any other player who was to attend that institution. Gratifying as that honor must have been, Grange undoubtedly felt rather keenly the barbs his admirers threw into him because he was convinced football offered him a. good vocation. Ten years have changed the scene. Professional football has come into the good graces of the Ameri can public. Grange throughout the years remained as one of the outstanding stars. His wounds have been entirely healed. Last week the huge homecom ing celebration at Illinois was dedicated to "Red" Grange. He came back to his alma mater as the guest of honor. What a different reaction Grange must have had j on that occasion as he said, "I can’t understand why j this homecoming was dedicated to me. It is too big to be dedicated to one man . . .” year ago last summer Erie W. Allen, dean of the school of journalism combined enjoyment with educational interests and spent several weeks in the Orient. While there he wrote several articles for the Oregon Journal describing his experiences in the nations across the Pacific, one of wnich was Yesterday he was reminded of these journalistic travelogues when lie received through the mail a vlume of a recent book on “Japan’s Advance’’ by James A. B. Scherer, in which appeared an extended quotation from one of his 1933 articles. Dean Allen did not request a copy of the book. He did not even know of its existence. The gift was merely an appreciation, on the part of the Japanese consul in Portland, of the many understanding state ments the dean had made concerning the order liness of life in the Orient. Is not such a token of international good will far more conducive to the advancement of a world peace than a sealed missive of rebuke from one jealous government to that of another? Should such a dem onstration of accord be given precedence in public comment, if not in the news columns, over the insane scheming.? of international conspirators. It should". It is just such seemingly insignificant manifesta tions of all that is good in international relationships that must constitute the stepping stones to the new world harmony. We suggest that Clair Johnson, Emerald sports editor, and creator of “Little Iguesso,” prognosti cator extraordinary of gridiron oven’s, fire his brain child and give the superhuman assignment to Aub rey Fletcher. Fletcher has walked away with the score-predicting contest sponsored by Phillip Mor ris, Ltd., for three weeks in succession while “Little Iguesso" has been missing them with startling' reg ularity. Japan. What purports to be official word from Germany indicates that Chancellor Adolph Hitler will con sider himself “Der Fuhrer" until death removes him from the helm of the German state. It would seem that, this decision would leave but one course open to his political enemies. A recent survey of the expenditures of co-eds on the campus of Iowa State college revealed that $20,000 was spent on tobacco while only 000 v. ■ • used tor the purchase of material for the good old fashioned game of sewing, it just goes to show. * (Vnturv of DcN-strut'iioi! 'T'VO summers, now, have been devoted to what is supposedly the pasword of our modern age progress, t'he Century of Frogre : ■ lias been one of the most gigantic enterprises of its kind ever undertaken and the doors will close this fall on an entirely successful and worthwhile project. Surety there lias been progres to merit all the display and we arc still advancing. Blit is the f . ward march as whole-hearted and untrammelled as wo are led to believe? The popular idea r that everyone is w. iking for the ad\ ... lei - , the improvement of the machine in short, for mak ; ing life better, more livable for the masses, it is somewhat disillusioning to realize that progress >■' held back, daily, hourly, by selfish manufatcure. - who realize that new and improved products on tHo ! market would destroy their profits. Not long ago there was placed on the market n sn’.a 11 car, extremely efficient in every way. giving about 40 miles a gallon, selling for only $250. Did anyone hear about itV No, a big company paid 'big price for the right to destroy it Sale of such a cat would have hurt business too much. This u me thing lias happened with all sorts of improved pro ducts. A new carburetor, saving fifty per cent on gas, was taken off the market because one . •; i’s powerful oil companies foresaw a loss Who kiam. how many other helpful things we are deprived of by the greediness of the ijipney-m *kci ?— Daiiy Kau *3U On the Bandwagon By DICK WATKINS Wtih two of the youngest band leaders in the game now engaged in keen competition practically across the street from each other, the sit uation in Frisco is brightening up a bit. Tom Coakley who has been making a gold mine of the Palace hotel since lie re-opened it last year in the Rose Bowl, has almost overnight become one of the premier bands in Lhe country and has a style that is positively refreshing In its distinctiveness. Featuring four .saxes, four fiddles, only one trumpet and trom, plus two pianos, he became a sensation right off the bat, and is now' the only Victor recording outfit on the coast. Dick Jurgens, hearing the tink ling of coins from out of the Gol den Gate, moved in bag and bag gage into the Embassy room of the tit. Francis, together with a com plete floor show, an innovation for any hotel, let alone one as con servative as the dear old “Franic.” This summer when Carol Lofner of the once far-famed combine of Lofner-IIarris tried to make a comeback, in the face of Coakley's barrage of rhythm, the general strike came along and cooked his goose, so back to the “sticks'’ he went, while the St. Francis pulled down the shutters and took up organ recitals instead. Jurgens by the way, has been playing in Sacramento’s Senator hotel and • up at Lake Tahoe this summer. His , band, largely recruited from cx j Sac to J. C. students made their I first bid for fame last year when they filled in a three-week gap be tween the coming and going of Arnheim and Fio-Rito at the afore said St. Francis. His music so i- cnpleU'ly dominated Sacramento, that no Greek letter prom was ever held unless he could play it, and he frequently cut in on the best i Cal. campus bands to piay for jigs in Berkeley. Jurgens may be hciud nightly over NBC from 11 i to 11:30. Other coart bands which may interest Oregon tuner-inners are Tom Rerun's revamped orchestra back in the Bal-Tabarin, and the Beal-Taylcr boys who arc’handing | out same veal fiist class arrange ment-: in the Fairmont's Terrace | loom, although they arc taking ! things rather easy at this stage, being also fresh from college cor ridors and playing their first big job. At the Fairmont, one can g > swimming as well as dancing, for the Venetian plunge is adjacent to the Terrace room with the table; spread all around the pool and un der the palm trees. Jimmy Grier's ! orchestra i« clicking now as it nev - er ha ■ before, and his playing at the Biltmorc Bowl in L. A. is fa t making its presence felt at the nearby Cocoa mu Grove, v hich has so completely dominated the dance music industry in the southland for so long, it will be well worth one’s while to lay aside the books one of these nights, and hear hint do “Tito Object of My Affection.' sung and played as few good tunc, have ever been placed. Ted Fio-Rito & Co. made such a . m.t.hiug tat during tneir summer engagement at the Grove that they have moved back in, this time, in definitely. One can easily see he is playing safe and has eliminated much of the novelty trash from his programs, that he used to feature to the hilt and which griped so many of his followers. The Calliope __ All communications are to be ad dressed to The Editor, Oregon Daily Emerald, and should not exceed 20U w rds in length. Letters must be signed, but should the writer prefer, or.lv initials will be used. The editor maintains the right to withhold pub lication should he see fit. To the Editor: Your recent comments on the success of Edison Marshall, Oregon '17, in the literary world brought home to me the startling fact that the Emerald, although of great value in preparing students for a career in journalism, offers little opportunity for development of student literature. The embryo poet, historian, and essayist must be content to struggle blindly with out the constructive criticism or praise of his future public. A de partment of the Emerald devoted entirely to student literature would be a stimulus to creative writing, an avenue upon which the student might liberate his budding ideas and make room for greater devel- : opment. I would suggest as a title for | this department: "The Mirror of | Student Literature.” The word mirror is suggestive 1 of reflection, a brief glance at the : work of future authors as they pass on their path to fame through variolis stages of efficiency in writing. The response to the ere- : ation of such a department is cer- ' tain to be favorable. It will be read with relish not only by the literature students but by the whole campus. Contributions to . the department will be of suffi- j cient number that a high standard of literary composition can be j maintained at all times. The work of the department can be carried on by a student editor and assist- i ants with the collaboration of an English professor. I am convinced that there is a place and a need for such a de partment in the Emerald. Publica tion of my letter with a challenge I to student comment will convince ! the Emerald staff that there is j such a need. Hoping to be of service in mak-1 ing the Emerald the finest colle giate publication in America, Very truly yours, T. DONNELLEY WOOD. Who Cares? By BOB MOORE THE GOAT WOMAN (2nd Installment) Synopsis: Albert (our hero) hears the beckoning call of Water Lu. He hastens to her. The two of them mount camels and speed swiftly into the forest. Now go on with the story. Fart 2 The two camels agile as panth ers began their treacherous ascent of the craggly mountain side. Lu drew a bass fiddle from beneath her cloak and began to play lustily. “Quit fiddlin',’’ barked Albert, “let’s get goin.’ ” Lu growled as she drew back the bow and let an arrow smite him. Soon they slid across a slimy river and slunk into a small settle ment. A bunch of the boys were whooping (coughing) it up. “Someone said we could procure nilk from yon cow,’’ smirked Al bert. “That's a bum steer,’’ gurgled SANFORIZED SHRUNK CLUETT, PEABODY R CO., INC., TROY, N. Y As streamlined as a tarpon — the Arrow Mitoga shirt is scientifically tailored to conform to the con- • tour of your body. Large roomy shoulders, narrow waist and tapered sleeves—no bunching or bulging anywhere. If you like something just a bit different, you'll favor the full-fashioned MITOGA. $2 and up "Don't worry, fellows, this shirt won't shrink EFUC MERREL "Clothes for Men" 1 he Arrow Shirt Store in Eugene” Four Toed Eohippus By FREDERIC S. DUNN My childhood recollections of Dr. Thomas Condon are lovingly interwoven with butterflies and caterbury bells. Mother allowed me to accompany her on a visit, shortly after the Condons had moved to Eugene and were living in what was later known as ‘the Hen Owen place.’ To my delight, the professor, who had captured my heart from the very start, showed me 'the most ’nermous? butterflies he had stored in cigar boxes. And, later, he made a re turn call, but forgot to come into the house—he was lost in my moth er's old fashioned fiower garden, where she allowed him to wander at will. He wasn’t as tall as some of her hollyhocks. Years afterwards I sat in his class-rooms, both the one in Deady and the later one in Villard, and learned from him an ‘open sesame’ to a thousand Ali Baba's caves. How tenderly he would fondle the piece of cardboard to which were sewed the precious fragments of little four-toed Eohippus, and how proudly he would heft a gnarled old bone he himself had dug from the ground, a mastodon’s tooth! And he taught us to dream dreams, of the Aryans thronging through the Himalayas for grass of the time when all that Oregon could boast was Two Islands in a swirl of mud, of a civilization lost beneath the Atlantic but leaving its outflung tendrils on either side of the depths, of the Hittites bat tling for Old World supremacy and bequeathing but ‘a few pieces of pottery,’ of Pithecanthropus lost in the blizzards of the Ice Age, the village cut up, cutting up. “Someone is ding dong,” chimed in the village bell. Lu flew into a rage. Albert flew up after her. They sat there on the edge of the rage, watching the vast fields of yellow waving corn. “I think I’m going to faint,” said Lu passionately. “I’ll get some water,” said Al bert dryly, “I'm thirsty.” Just then two fiery steeds with shorn tails raced down the alley. “It’s a tie,” shouted the judges, presenting each horse with tie and socks to match. A terrific scream rent the air. A crash boomed in the distance, and pistol shots fol lowed. (To be continued) of peat bogs that became black diamonds, of the gordius that was not a horse hair, of conifers and dinosaurs and P’lagellants and tur malines and Troglodytes and— and— If that were all, it would be enough. My mind grows dizzy when I recall what all he taught, a curriclum in itself. And always softly whistling, when not unfold ing the universe embalmed in his collection, and eating his luncheon from a humble tin pail. I was puzzled once in an im promptu quizz and frankly spoke my bewilderment. “Oh, well,” and he stroked his beard and his eyes twinkled roguishly. “Just sign it Sam Patch and play you are ab sent,” a cameo in my cabinet of gems. But I must shut down the lid on my treasure chest. Doubloons and florins and sesterces are rolling in every direction. (The next issue will contain “Early Transients on the Facul ty.”) The Day’s Parade (Continued From Page One) whether his program turns out to be a success or not. Martin or Not? What kept Oregonians wonder ing as election day nears is whether the Democratic punch will be sufficient to carry General Mar tin to victory in the gubernatorial contest in a normally Republican state. Professional dopesters still make the doughty general a slight favorite in the three-way competi tion however. You speak into the telephone. Your voice, your personality, part of you is projected far and wide. In effect you are in two places and times at once— evening in New York, afternoon in San Francisco. Or you're in Washington today and in Sydney, Australia tomorrow—at one and the same time! The telephone’s power to put a person where he "ants to be—at the psychological moment—.proves tremendously valuable. In domestic and foreign • business, in national and international affairs, in friendly social contacts, it permits a quick inter change of ideas and im mediate understanding. Why-nof^op f —r by telephqnej Tor b Toftof pleasure ot. bargain i-'ptes, call by *■ •number. after. 8:30- P. M. BELL TELEPHONE SYSTEM