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An Independent University Daily William E. Phipps . 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. Al Newton, Telegraph Ed. Mary Louiec Edinger, Wo men's Ed. Peggy Chessman, Society Ed. Ann Reed Burns, Features Ed. Rex Cooper, Chief Night Ed. George Bikman, Radio Ed. DAY EDITORS: Velma McIntyre, Cliff Thomas, Mildred Black burne, Dorothy Dill, Reinhart Knudsen, EXECUTIVE REPORTERS: Ruth Weber, Margery Kissling, Betty Ohlcmiller, Menryetta Mummcy, Dan Clark. REPORTERS: Margaret Petsch, Betty Shoemaker, Signe Ras mussen, Lois Strong, Jane Lagassee, Bob Lucas, Dick Watkins, Ilallic 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 Blascr, Lilyan Krantz, Laurene Brock schink, Eileen Donaldson, Judith Wodaege, Iris Franzen, Darrel Ellis, Colleen Cathey, Veneta 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, Earl Bucknum, Gordon Connelly, Fulton Travis, Ken neth Kirtley, Paul Conroy, Don Casciato, Kenneth Webber, Pat Cassidy, Bill Parsons. SOCIETY REPORTERS: Regan McCoy, Eleanor Aldricli, Betty Jane Barr. WOMEN’S PAGE ASSISTANTS: Regan McCoy, Betty Jane Barr, Ruth Hieberg, Olive Lewis, Kathleen Dufty. NIGHT EDITORS: Reinhart Knudsen, Art Guthrie, Alfredo Fajardo, Listen Wood. ASSISTANT NIGHT EDITORS: Dorothy Adams, Betty Mc Girr, Genevieve McNicce, Gladys Battleson, Betta Rosa, Louise Kruikman, Jean Pauson Ellamac Woodworth, Echo Tomseth, Jane Bishop, Bob Powell, Ethel Eyman. UPPER BUSINESS STAFF Grant Jnuemmei, Jins. Mgr. Eldon Haberman, Asst. Bus. Mgr. Fred Fisher, Adv. Mgr. Jack McGirr, Asst. Adv. Mgr. JJorris lloimcs, Classified Mgr. Janis Worley, Sez Sue. Kd Labbe, Nat. Adv. Mgr. Robert Creswell, Circ. Mgr. Don Chapman, Asst. Cir. Mgr. ADVERTISING SOLICITORS: Robert Smith, John Do herty, Dick Reum, Dick Bryson, Frank Cooper, Patsy Neai, Ken Fly, Margaret Letch, Jack Enders, Robert Moser, Flor ence Smith, Bob Wilhelm, Pat McKeon, Carol Auld, Robert Moser. OFFICE ASSISTANTS: Dorothy Walker, Wanda Russell, Pat McKeon, Patsy Neal, Dorothy Kane, Carolyn Hand, Dorothy Kane. 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. 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The Scene Changes TT was just nineteen days ago that the ivy-covered buildings and the solid, quiet trees of the campus blinked in the face of the rising sun and looked down once more on the moving figures of students. “Ah, this is more like it,” Villard might have said, “That infernal, sticky silence of summer was getting on my nerves. You know I was just telling Deady the other clay that- , Well, I’m blowcd! What’s that!” And just then a freshman hove into view. Nineteen days ago, there blow onto the campus from the north, east, south, and west hordes of young men and young women. Alert, energetic, all shined-up models of the 1934 freshman airily roamed about the campus acting as if they had in their possession a first mortgage on the Administration building. They were on the crest of a sparkling wave, and they loved it! But the gods of fate were cruel, oh so cruel, and these blissful freshmen tumbled from the heights to the depths of the neophyte. There followed a de luge of house work, sinister oak paddles, study hours and tin pants. The soft gurgling hellos became barks of derision. And the freshman, like a hunted thing —jumped when someone popped his gum. But ’neath the ruffled exterior beat a steady heart, and the freshman doggedly started back up. Now, on the nineteenth day, we find peering faintly through that unconscious expression a gleam of understanding. Lost is the slightly egocentric mien of the high school senior. Gone is the childish con ception of an education as being a dull routine con sisting of stupidly memorizing irrelevant material in order to sprout wings and mingle with the "intell igentsia.” Dancing dimly before the searching eyes of the freshman is a picture of education as an “art of living.” To some freshmen, the picture will never clear. He will be the simple, useless senior. But to some the picture will stand in bold relief ore many days go by. To him education will be a “criterion for human excellence” and not a measure for a shallow classification of persons in the social strata. The Class of— rpWO weeks from this date, the campus will be the host of the returning old grads. Kor a brief week-end they will turn from their ordinary busi ness affairs and revisit the University that for four years sheltered and taught them. To many the surroundings will be in some degree changed, the faces that throng the campus unfamiliar and alien. Nearly every old grad thinks fondly of the years he spent here anil cherishes in his heart an affec tionate memory for old Oregon. Yet when he returns to the campus, he cannot help but feel a little out of place, a little foreign. He has no common bond with these youngsters who have taken his place. He feels the unconscious wall that rises between youth and the older man. There is no need for this reserve between us. Remember, these men have a warm spot in thier hearts for Oregon, or they would not be here. They have faith in us, and they support us loyally in our battles. So it behooves us, when they arrive, to greed them on the street with a friendly smile, to see that the atmosphere of welcome pervades the campus, and to make them feel that Oregon still recalls them. For remember, a few more years and you too will be an old grad, new faces will supplant yours, and you in turn will long for that welcome; the open hand and the friendly smile that say, “We remem ber!’’ Dads of Oregon ■^TOVEMBER 3 has been set aside as Dad’s day ^-^at Oregon. It is a tradition the students at Oregon cherish. It is the one day in the year set aside by the entire University to cooperate in show ing dad that he holds as strong a place in our hearts as ever. This year we will attempt to make Dad’s day more enjoyable than ever. We will take advantage of this opportunity to resume a golden friendship with our truest friend. No effort will be spared to show dad our deep and sincere respect for him. Dads, we look forward to your visit and our op portunity to resume that old spirit of comradeship with you. As the annual open house bunion derby draws nearer and nearer the distance from the Alpha Phi house to the Tri Delt house seems to grow longer and longer. The Passing Show Brain Trust Dissolves OUIETLY, unobtrusively, without a word of pub licity, during the last half year college pro fessors have been leaving Washington for their lec ture halls and desks in a “brain exodus” which is estimated to have drained over one-half of the orig inal number of college professors drafted by the ad ministration for governmental posts in 1932 and 1933, The movement seems to substantiate the asser tion that the era of the “Brain Trust” is at an end. Critics and surface observers have pointed to this baelc-to-the-classroom movement as indicative of the failure of university professors in the actual application of theories which they so ably expounded before their students. But it is interesting to note that the colleges themselves are responsible for the recall of their pro fessors. Recently they have become extremely re luctant to have the cream of their teaching staffs always "away on leave.” Yale has decided to dock professors for the time they spend in Washington. Wisconsin plucked Chairman Garrison out of the Labor Board and frowns on further leaves of absence. Harvard and Columbia are beginning to take the same stand. The colleges are getting hardboiled about lend ing their men. Furthermore, the majority of the “brain trust ers” were never meant to become permanent fix tures on Capitol Hill. Their work in "breaking the ground” for the new administration successfully terminated, the re turning professors are deserving of their feeling of having finished a “job well done.”—California Daily Bruin. Nice Oozy News f I ’lit; news sped from the corners of the earth -*- yesterday to fuse on the front page of a local metropolitan newspaper into an unconscious par aphrase of our mad civilization. The leading stories were concerned in two instances with murder; in another with a kindnaped woman. One thousand men in Hungary wanted to kill themselves and sabotage a mine in hapless mass protest against society. China signified her intention of adding fuel to the burning struggle in interna tional economics. Further down the page the news was more as suring. A 60-hour transcontinental train schedule was announced and plans for a trans-Paeific air line were revealed. And that is our “civilization," with a vicious lag between society and technology that seems ever to increase. Someday that lag will become intolerable and then scientists will lay aside their precision in struments, their micrometers and log tables and test tubes. They will lay it all aside and apply their methods to man himself, until they learn how we may prevent hunger and murder and greed and in ternational stupidity. Ihen we may be able to cross the continent in no less than (10 or 30 or -10 hours but no mentally de ranged damn fool will shove a sawed-off shotgun in the train window and turn on the heat; mothers may let their children run out to play without fear of kidnapers. One will not be able to ride a light beam to Europe, but raw materials and produce will be making a slower trip, to the common benefit of the whole world. Stanford Daily. The Day’s Parade (Continued From Page One) inoro conspirators implicated ii the spectacular assassination t week ago last Tuesday of the Ju goslav monarch and Louis Bar thou, French foreign minister JVews stories hinting that the mur tiers were the result of widespreai and highly organized terrorist ac tivifies sounded improbable tt many, not so improbable to Frencl police. Zealous to vindicate them ielves tor the disgrace of the Mar scilles affair, gendarmes had yes terday arretted U\<- ' ai-h-plot i tors, announced nicy were not on | the trail of many more. France or Italy Hardly dead, and certainly not buried yesterday was the question whether the Marseilles murder will weaken France's strength in the Little Kntente, and give Italy a larger foothold in the Balkans. Orejjana Salt's (Contimit'il from Paye Our) which have never been used before I in an Oiegana will make their ap pearance in the 1934 book. The: j nature of these sections is un- 1 known except to the staff, but they i are expected to add materially to i •lift lutere-t and appsaraiKi :t tL. . book. An enlarged athletic section will also bo used. Clark I'rges .Support Clark urges the support of all students in buying an Oregana this year, in that the number of features depends largely upon the sales which are made. If support is given, the editor has promised a "candid camera" section of va rious professors and popular stu dents in action in their favorite poses, as well as other special sections. Clark is hoping that the enlarged enrollment will help the sales of the book tremendously. That was Britain's reply to Ja pan s demand that the treaties lie scrapped and other means of liuiit 1-0 -- --t up. Early Transcients on the Faculty ! Ey FREDERIC S. DUNN rjpHE University’s teaching force of today is so huge that the faculty folk often come and gc with little attendant publicity. An addition here, a subtraction there and the pendulum is not usually aware of any alteration in its mo mentum. In contrast, we are in clined to imagine our first faculty has having continued an unbrok en unit over a great period of time particularly as one of that orig inal group survived into our owr ! day after half a century of activ ity. The nucleus of our original fac I ulty, it is true, did maintain a i most laudable tenure of an aver ! age of 20 years, though several were already white in the service Yet, v/ithin a space of five years the University acquired and losl two notable men, one cf whom re mained but three years and the other two years only. The former of these was Thom as M. Gatch, in history and Eng lish literature, who was elected tc the faculty in 1879, to resign ir 1881 in order to accept executive and administrative offices in othei institutions. His abilities were especially prominent in the lane grant colleges of the Pacific north west, in both which he served as president. Already venerable ir years, he was called to the helrr of Oregon Agricultural college, a; it was then known in 1897, anc rounded out a splendid decennium I The second of these early tran | sients on our faculty was elected to j the vacancy created by Professor j Catch's resignation. Charles E. Lambert, professor of mental phil osophy and English literature, a spectacularly .brilliant intellectual, fairly captured the campus with his magnetic oratory. I recall the j profound impression made by his i address at the planting of '82's class tree, close to the southwest corner of Deady hall. But Professor Lambert allowed an almost fanatic religious trend to overbalance discretion. During his second year, this unfortunate penchant so impaired his useful ness that the regents wrere com pelled to ask for his resignation. I afterward heard that he and his family were rescued from an island in the Willamette river, where he had established himself in abso lute destitution, under the faith that all needs would be provided by divine intervention. These two successive resigna tions opened the way for two men who fortunately were of perma nent tenure and for that reason are often classed with the first ap pointments made by the board, John Straub who was promoted from a tutorship in 1880 and Benj. J. Hawthorne who came from the faculty of Oregon Agricultural col lege in 1884. (The next issue will contain “The University's Early Tutorial System.”) “On the Bandwagon” By DICK WATKINS The best news that has broken in this line in many a day, is the announcement that RAY NOBLE, the famous British bandsman, who sells more records in the U. S. than any of our own bands, has arrived in New York to gather to gether an orchestra with which to tour the states, and is now en gaged in broadcasting programs in the East and will shortly be heard out here in the Far West over the NBC hook-up. IVbv'h NOBLE first, began to re cord several years ago, his unique orchestration immediately at tracted attention and then when he composed such sweet tunes as “Love Locked Out,” "My Song Goes Round the World,” “The Very Thought of You,” and many other international hits, his fame as a purveyo r of delicious music brought him offers from loading cities all over the world. However, he has steadfastly refused to leave the British Isles even in the face of more lucrative engagements, but now, realizing what a tremen dous popularity he has acquired in this country, by proxy, he finally decided to come over here and cash in on it, so here he is and here’s hoping we will soon be able to hear him in this neck of the woods. Some of RAY NOBLE’S latest j recordings include, “An Hour Ago This Minute.” “Midnight, the Stars and You,” "Oceans of Time,” and “The Moment I Saw Y'ou.” # * * Dame rumor has it that NO BLE’S equally well-known coun tryman, JACK HYLTON, (origin ally an American, however), and J best remembered for his beautiful I concert arrangements of “Just a Gigolo," and "Goodnight. Sweet heart,” is yearning to return to j his native haunts and show off his I wares, for it was not till he went to England that he registered at | all. being a complete flop over [here. Anyone who doubts in the least his ability to hand out the finest in danceable music, should i make an effort to hear his Bruns wick recording of “Little Miss Muf fet," one of his latest and consid 1 ered his best. An interesting side-glance re garding colored bands may be men i tinned at this time in regards to CA1I t ALLOW YY's recent barn Istorming stour through part of the i southern states. During a dance I he played at Memphis, Tenn., he i was so insistent upon introducing . his colored musicians as “Mister this and "Mister” that, that the hall full of whites mobbed him and his band and nearly caused a race riot. In fact all the police reserves were called out to quell the dis turbance, and needless to say, Messrs. CALLOWAY & CO., dis appeared northward pronto. LOU IE ARMSTRONG suffered the same fate a short time back, for getting too familiar with the south ern gentry in New Orleans, and was lucky to get out with his hide intact. It seems as though DUKE ELLINGTON is apparently the only negro leader who can go in and out of the South whenever he pleases, without inviting a tar and feather party. There is something about the combined showmanship, diplomacy and finesse of ELLING TON that even the rabid southern ers enjoy and always give him a free hand every time he goes be low' the Mason-Dixon line. Well, suppose we call it a day, and just say that GUS ARNHEIM and his gentlemen sounded pretty darn good, last week, considering the barn-like environment, but next time he hits this town, we shall be wise, just sit upstairs and listen with both ears outstretched and let the squirrels do all the dime-jigging they want down on the floor. Do we hear seconds to the motion? OREGON TODAY By ANN REED BURNS "To coat or not to coat” seems to be the question of today—the abrupt changes of weather being most deceitful. A good index of the termperature, however, is the Phi Delts. They come out with the sunshine. One of the best college jokes comes from the California Pelican. Says a student, entering the drug store, "1 want a toothbrush.” Drug clerk—"What size?” Student—“Quite a large one. There's thirty men in our frater nity.” How does the other half live? We of Oregon University are so absorbed in our own little world that we have little idea of what goes on very near us. Last Friday night, while we were so concentrated on outdoing the Washington concentration that we neither knew' nor cared about anything outside of down town Broadway, terror reigned in south east Portland. The strikers at the Oregon Worsted company took that moment to go on a rampage 1 against the people who wanted to |work. Only those who have been following the textile strike in de tail have any idea of the injuries to persons and property that have 3rarararp(3!ia!r3!i0ffatsraniifBi!5ina[?i(P)rrt(fiJI?irain!(S!Rl 3 il a a Open ^e.ison on Pheasants and Deer Ken' Gun. a rut Sell Ammunition. Tell You Where to Get ’Em HLNDERSHOTT’S GUN STORE | 770 Willamette Phone lot a ^aaeiaa^ig^au’figEiSiSEEEaS been recently committed in Port land. Jane Bishop, whose father, Roy T. Bishop, is president and mana ger of the Oregon Worsted com pany, says: “The strike at the Oregon Wor sted company is being continued led by a few people. I understand the picket line would return to work now were it not for the ef forts of eight or ten agitators. These few people are responsible for the major portion of the vio lence that has occurred since the strike started on September 3.” Who Cares? By BOB MOORE THE GOAT WOMAN (Conclusion) Synopsis: Albert and Lu go into the heart of the forest. Part 3 Albert stilled his emotions as he watched the torrid sun beat upon the melting mouth of Lu. He sighed by her side. A warm breeze blew up. The explosion rocked Al bert into the slumber of a tooth less babe. “Stop biting your fingernails,’’ garullped Albert to the babe. “You thap,” lisped Lu, slyly slinking in the side-door of the slumber, "where have you bent?’’ Albert was bent over the table. He bent over the bookcase—then he bent over a few iron rods, breaking some of them. It was then that he saw Lu as she really was, a beautiful, vibrant violet. Her eyes glistened like red apples. Her golden hair was un ravelled, laying in great tresses on her dark luscious back. He swept toward her. He swept passed her. Then he dusted and mopped. Years Passed Albert took as his wife lazy Lu. Finally the stork blessed the little couple. But that was too much for Albert. He took the money, and gave Lu the heir. Finis ATTENTION MEN Let us make your new fall suit for 325.00 up; satisfaction guaran teed. ALTERATIONS CLEANING & PRESSING UNIVERSITY TAILOR i Walter Zarewski, Prop, j 1128 Alder Phone 2641 r SWAP ADS Phone Classified Depart meat 3300 This little lady has a sapphire blue dress clip she would like to trade for anything she can use. Can you help her? Then ad dress Emerald Classified Box 20. In order that the readers of the Daily Emerald may know the ben efits of the classified ad columns, "swap” or trade ads are now be ing run free of charge. If you have something to trade or "swap” call the classified ad department, phone 3300, and your ad will be run free of charge. Here's your chance to get rid of that tie SHE gave you! Trade it off through the Emerald "Swap" ads. They're free. For that fine bit of finesse so seldom seen at the bridge table, you might try advertising. You know the Emerald will print all "Swap" or trade ads free of charge. Bring or send them to the classified department in the busi ness office. Here's some "darn" good news, that'll upset your blues. The EM ERALD is now printing all “Swap" r trad:- ade free cf charge. The Calliope All communications are to be addressed to The Editor, Oregon Daily Emerald, and should not exceed 200 words in length. Letters must be signed, but should the writer prefer, only initials will be used. The editor maintains the right to withhold publication should he see fit. To the Editor: I want to pay tribute to a per son on the campus who has per haps done more than any other to ward helping needy and unfortu nate students to enroll in the Uni versity. Those of us who have at some time in our lives made the rounds of the employment bureaus have found that the manager of such an agency usually is of the type known as a “name and address taker.” The agent takes your name and address, assures you he will keep you in mind, and that he will call you whenever the first op portunity develops. A nice, big, smelly bunch of scallions to this type of employment office mana ger. Miss Janet Smith, of the Univer sity employment service, repre sents something so distinct and re freshingly different that we can't help admiring and respecting her. In the weeks just previous to en roliment, Miss smitn received scores of pitiful letters from pros pective students pleading for some kind of work to make their educa tion possible. Some came person ally, and she listened sympatheti cally to each. She made few prom ises, but kept those she made. But the point to be stressed is this: Janet Smith spent several hours a day out hunting jobs for her charges. She literally can vassed the city in search of board and- room jobs and little bits of work so that she would not disap point those who had placed so much trust in her. Never dis heartened by the increasingly heavy demands made upon the University employment bureau, Miss Smith kept plugging away until she had secured jobs for a surprisingly large number of stu dents. Miss Smith, we take off our hat to you. You have a tough job, but you are doing it well. EUGENE V. LINCOLN. i Emerald of the Air By GEORGE Y. BIKMAN Some sayings will last till the end of all time; This one till the seething sea ceas cth to seethe; You’ll he hearing from seven o’clock until nine: “Many a true word is spoken, al though through false teeth.” And that, good friends, is our fi nal poetic contribution to this col umn. It becomes necessary to in form you that the “Radio Revue” column will henceforth be discon tinued and that this one will be substituted. The new feature “On the Band Wagon” will endeavor to bring you the latest on radio figures of na tional prominence, while we shall confine our remarks to the Emer ald-of-the-Air programs released daily over KORE at 4:45. Perhaps we’ll be able to make brief men tion of some of the headlines. The Phi Mu trio, runners-up in last year’s Emerald radio contest, will make their season’s debut this afternoon. As we remember them they were sweet to the ear and quite quite sweet to the eye. Why not come down and watch them broadcast ? Remember, 4:45. Stop! Look!! Listen/// A worthwhile Suggestion to all Emerald readers: iStOP before buying merchandise to see if the merchant advertises in the EMERALD l-^OOK through your EMERALD every day for the best values in town - - - LlSd EN to the mes sage an EMERALD advertisement brings you—and buy accordingly. Buy from Emerald Advertisers Oregon Daily Emerald “ Ifti’luemsing 3000 Modems"