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An Independent University Daily PUBLISHED BY THE ASSOCIATED STUDENTS OF THE UNIVERSITY OF OREGON University of Oregon, Eu^efie, Oregon EDITORIAL OFFICES: Journalism building. Phone 3380* Editor, Local 3S4; News Room and Managing Editor 355. BUSINESS OFFICE: McArthur Court, Phone 3300—Local 214. MEMBER OF ASSOCIATED PRESS The Associated Press is entitled to the use for publication of all news dispr'ches credited to it or not otbeiwise credited in •his paper and a.so the local news published herein. All rights of publication of special dispatches herein arc also reserved. 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; 1031 S. Broadway, Los Angeles; Call Building, -San Francisco. William E. Phipps Editor Robert Lucas Grant Thuemmel Manager Managing Editor 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, y2.5Q a yeai. Night editor this issue .. Paul C onroy Did Mr. Hearst Get His Money’s Worth? IF Mr. Ilear.st is really wooing the college 1 press he must be aware by this time that the course of true love seldom runs smooth ly. The charming romance, it would seem, began when Princeton’s coquettish Francis Smith on behalf of the Association of College Editors sent to Mr. Hearst an open letter eoncering his activities as a nationalist. And now some of those same ungratefid golddiggers who were recently Mr. Hearst’s guests in Washington and New York are cir culating and signing a resolution excoriating Mr. Hearst for his attacks on academic free dom. The editor of the Emerald foresaw that something of this kind might happen and, in fact, warned Mr. Hearst in advance that we were going to have our mad money in our pocket all the time. He could feed us if he thought best but must understand before hand that the complexion of the Emerald’s editorials was not to be colored by a rail road ticket. As yet the resolution has not come to our desk but when it does it will get our immediate attention. Now there crashes down upon this nas cent love affair, with a vigor of expression that would do credit to a shocked and em battled dean of -women, the scandalized New Republic: Meanwhile, we can report two heartening developments—the formation of a united front among educators, as described in our article, “Mr. Hearst Sees Red,” and the beginnings of a similar action among college editors throughout the country. A resolution is now in the hands of some forty such editors, awaiting their signatures, con demning Mr. Hearst’s scare and the "super-patri otic, fradulent devices he is employing to achieve his ends.” We think there is good reason to ex pect a large number of these college editors to sign the resolution, especially since it is only an elaboration of a similar statement (which, how ever, did not mention the publisher by name) signed by thirty-seven editors after attending a Hearst-inspired conference in Washington and New York, a short time ago. Incidentally, this conference remains among the country’s unsolved mysteries. Why did Mr. Hearst decide to pay the bills for such an expensive proceeding? What in the world was the matter with the editors, that they should have unblusliingly taken the money of a man who stands for everything in journalism to which college men should be opposed? And in particular, what is the matter with the editor of the Stanford university daily, who acted as go between in this nauseating performance? ouice lilt- matronly ;xew ItopuDlic lias become so pcrbturbed over the degradation the “unblushing” ones have brought upon themselves, tee feel we must tell our story. It was just before final examinations that word came that Mr. Hears! would play philanthropist, to the long-awaited get-to gether of the eollege daily press. Songs of Noel rang in our ears. We could hear the tinkle of sleigh bells as old St. Nick cracked bis whip over his fleet reindeer. Christmas was in the air. And who wore we, obscure editors of little eollege dailes, to turn a deaf ear to the lure of travel. If Mr. Ilearst chose to fill the boots of jolly old Santa Claus and our worn socks with railroad tickets, should we become unduly squeamish and refuse to lie sporting just because many of Mr. Ilearst.’s principles do not meet our approval? Why should we, embryo journalists, with the prospect of many a lean year after gradua tion, refuse a little gift? Of course, we thought there might be a string attached somewhere—that perhaps the open letter had not pleased Mr. Ilearst and he wanted to be more than just friendly. After being assured that no insidious at temps would be made to influence the male able and immature minds of our group, we could not help feeling that it would be a great injustice not to attend the conference which we had wanted for so long. Wo were only college editors but we did have a lev ideas. We wanted a semblance of unity in fighting for such noble rights as freedom of our press and academic freedom and ironing out other little problems of a distinctly collegiate nature. And if there came along a man who would make our little party possible and at the same time show us sights wo had never seen and introduce us to celebrities wo bad only dcanied of, we just couldn’t let it pass. So we attended the convention and did our work as best we could to lay plans for the future. We received much of value from the trip, particularly with regard to politics and personalities associated with its work ings. W'e returned home refreshed, with out philosophy a bit more complete, ready once more to set out our own convictions in edi torial columns. Wo manged—or think we managed—to cling to those precious things —virtue, honor, self-respect and a sadly de pleted poeketbook. And now, after having been baek at the old grind for some time, we think it Would be nice if someone would flirt with us again —perhaps, even shower another convention upon us—say in Florida, this time. We would shove our old typewriter aside and be glad Mr. Ilearst’s beneficence had some com petition. Hugo the hermit was sentenced to life imprisonment. II(!’ll probably be irked un less he is given solitary confinement. One Man’s Opinion By STIVERS VERNON Are you a big bug? If so, prove it by display ing the family coat of arms on your stationery! According to observers who are in a position to know, everybody who is anybody at all must dig up a coat of arms. Of course, we are not in a position to say because there is no one here abouts, who sports such a luxury. So, like Will Rogers, all we know is what we see in the papers. John Kelly, the Oregonian’s Washington cor respondent, says that Roosevelt has a coat of arms. Personally, that’s all right with us. We can’t think of anybody who has a better right. But John Garner—well, maybe it isn't the vice president so much as his estimable wife who is so hot about the idea. Anyway, it looks a bit silly. Many of the movie stars have a leaning to ward fancy engravings on their letter-heads, we are told. Something symbolic to indicate the long line of aristocracy from which they sprung. Some of the current crop of female panics ought to have their coat of arms a liot-cake griddle. After all they have probably spent more time promoting the sale of these delicacies in restaurant windows, than they have in emoting before the camera. Yes, we are thinking seriously of having a coat of arms for our very own. After v/hat the editor said about this column the other day, we believe that crossed pick and shovel handles would be very apropos. We can't help wondering about that chap who came out here from the mid-west in December to start some promotional work. He made the statement at the time he began operations that such times as these we are experiencing in Eu gene, are as good as normal times in the mid west. Forthwith, he inaugurates a fast-moving sales campaign for his business and awaited re sults. The season during which the gentleman made his debut into Eugene business affairs, was the busiest this city has experienced in several years. There was more money walking around in Eu gene, crying to be spent, than at any time since 1929. Undoubtedly, he was able to do quite well for himself and his mid-west company. Now, however, things have returned to their previous status with an appalling bump to all who nursed rosy dreams of a continued rush of prosperity. All in all, things aren’t so dreadfully bad - but by comparison with the influx of Christ mas business during December, they look pretty tough. Oregon students know all about the post-holi day season slack-up in business. There seems to be no place for the college man or woman who would like to put in a few hours each day to tide over. Eugene merchants simply haven’t places for all those who would like to work. We can be grateful to the FERA for making available a whole flock of jobs, without which this Univer sity would be considerably depopulated. We still want to know what that gentleman thinks about Eugene business now. Fact is, wa intend to ask him. When we find out, we’ll let you know—that is, if its printable. The Passing Show COLLEGE EDUCATION FAYS A.S.U.C. "I believe in student activities and am dis posed to be suspicious of an American university which does not evolve them, and of students who do not take part in them. Everyone should at least join that great organiaztion, the Associated Students of the University of California. "A university is not only what the founders, the alumni, the trustees, and the faculty make it; but more conspicuously, what the students make it. Loyalty to the University can best be expressed by recognition of what the institution should be and determination to play a full part in making it so. Membership in the A.S.U.C. is one ot the best ways oi rendering' that recognition and determination effective." Robert Gordon Sprout. To newly entered students, and to others who tile not Associated Students, we extend this mes sage. The card is worth far more than the sum you pay. Daily Californian. “SO is WUITYE'X FOB I’UTl'RKSQVF.NISSb No longer will the words “Seventy-three signify the personal greeting that it once did it New York state. The last "brass pounder" in New York has been replaced by the swift printer telegraph, taking the job of news dispatching tiom the hands ot the Morse operators. With the passing of the wire operators goes a picturesque style of journalism and a school which has contributed many capable men to the editorial forces of the American newspaper. Ap parently modern machinery does not promote in dividual thinking, for in the old days many gtadmited to the editorial desk from the key or the printer’s case. But few are those who rise to the desk from the linotype. The old method of sending stories taught many to write and gave to them a news judgment which could only be learned from experience. Volumes could be written on the Influence of operators on newspaper English. Copy was per sistently being edited to save time and space. The code boiled whole sentences of standard news events into a few letters, as "salkwhich meant ’’shot and instantly killed," "ietic." which meant 1 lie identity has not been established Seventy-three was the operators' greeting aim "Thirty" was his good night. Southern Cali fornia Daily Trojan. Day’s Parade ’ By PARKS HITCHCOCK i -~ Old Age Pension More on Huey j^ENATOR WAGNER'S old age 1 pension, although it will hard ly equal the sanguine expectations o! Dr. Townsend and his adherents, will fill a considerable gap in our , present social set-up. Those eter nal reactionaries who ‘view with alarm' any attempt to ameliorate the obvious and somewhat self-ac cusatory disparities in our country will undoubtedly set up their usual cries, but for the vast majority of people who recently proved the de gree of their common sense by ap proving of a benevolent dictator ship (if, according to the opposi tion, the present administration may be thus classed) over the un fortunate libertinism of a ‘rugged ly individualistic’ state, the new bills will prove more than satis factory. The Plan The proviso for the old-age pen sion calls for, not a general tax as in the case of the unemployment insurance plans, but an individual tax upon the wage earner and his employer, the pensionoe to receive at the age of 05, an amount com mensurate with the number of weeks and years he has paid the tax. Senator Wagner hopes that the first pension may' be paid in ! 1042 to those eligibles who have paid the tax during the five years from 1937 to the year of matura tion. Insurance Clause If the present bill gets through congress (as it very probably will) the government will likewise go into the insurance business, for one clause of the act specifies that cit izens may invest additional sums with an higher pension in mind at arrival at the eligible age. In case the citizen should die before 65 the amount invested in taxes and side-payments would be refunded, with interest, to the next of kin. It must be apparent to the most hard-shelled among the opposition, that the new measures are not only an advance in governmental policy, but are furthermore a def inite impetus to the cause of hu manity. * * A LL is not well in Louisiana, the ^ land of that piscatorial para site known as the Kingfish. Indeed, Hooi's foes are most wrathful, hold great meetings, utter threats and call his henchman Governor O. K. Allen names and say that he should either resign or commit suicide. What, Gennuin Hooi does not make the mistake of replying to the head of the anti dictator movement with the tra ditional ‘‘As a Southen Gentleman Suh, Ah demand a retraeshun of vouah statement.” Instead, he has the henchman put guards around the state capitol. Well-Oiled Wheels A few weeks ago the general opinion was that everything ran smoothly in the southern state and every one was satisfied. Evident ly, however, many hundreds of people have come to the conclusion that Hooi is not the friend of the people and acting only in the best interests of the people as he has said he is. Perhaps Mr. Long played too long a shot when he did such things as censor the state university's newspaper and thereby gave cause for the wrath of the great Fourth j Estate. Music in the Air By George Bikman and Dick Watkins uur puoneity note raueti to rearn you yesterday, so now we hand a thank you and back slap to the members of the Emerald players who performed yesterday: Milton Pillette, Jane Lee, Jane Lagassee, and Robert Bennett. And many thanks too, though he'il never see this, to Arthur Gray, our new drama director. Many requests by students to be allowed to take part in our regular Friday afteroon plays compels us to tactfully tell you that we’ll rotate as much as possible, and we'll try to give everyone a break. Today at 4:45 on KORE you may hear an allegedly intellectual in trepretation of campus news and thought of the past week. You might, tune in—just for a change, you know. On CBS today the New York Philharmonic children and young people’s concert, under the direc tion of Ernest Schclling, will be heard in an hour program at 8:30 a. m. Too early? The Big Ten on NBC at 9:00 to night; and Let’s Dance from 9:30 to 12:30. Sunday: Opera Guild (in English) at 5:00; Frank Munn and Virginia Rea at 6:30; Jane Froman at 7:00; Walter Winchell at 8:15. Some choice records out this month include Ozzie Nelson’s “It’s Dark on Observatory Hill," also well done by that fast-climbing Dorsey Brothers outfit; Freddie Martin’s “I'm Growing Fonder of You," and “Just a Fair Weather Friend”; Hal Kemp’s “I’ve Got an Invitation to a Dance," and “One Little Kiss”; two vocals by Lanny Ross, “The World Is Mine,” and “Water Under the Bridge,” and two other first-class discs by the star of Ye Town Hall Revue, James Melton, “A Little Love, a Little Kiss,” and “Your Eyes Have Told Me So.” Those Dorsey brothers again hit the nail on the head with “What a Difference a Day Makes” and “What Can You Say in a Love Song,” with Bob Crosby on the vo cal. Captain Dobbsie, who has worked himself up to being one of radio’s highest paid performers, will head a new million dollar pro gram to be released over the CBS in a few weeks, with Horace Heidt’s entertaining band par ex cellence furnishing the musical end.—Ruth Etting is slated to breeze back to the air-lanes pron to, backed by Red Nichols and his Five Pennies;—Joe Penner plus his feathered side-kick, Goo-Goo will soon be at work on a second picture, following the record-break ing success of “College Rhythm”; —two featured bands have added more girl talent to their shows; Fred Waring now boasting of an all-girl glee club headed by Kay Thompson and Phil Spitalny with his array of 30 girl musicians; An interesting yarn has come out re garding that “Let’s Dance” show which takes five hours each Sat urday night. An NBC ruling does not permit musicians and actors to go out during the whole period of their performance, but due to the exceptional length of “Let’s Dance” something had to be done about the 100-odd artists in the various bands taking their turns before the mike, so a nearby drug store has been allowed to open up a lunch-counter in the NBC dress ing room adjacent to the studio, from 10 p. m. to 4 a. m. Palmer Will Direct Discussion Of Cooper a t i ves For W esl ey an s By Charles Paddock 1’robably the most unusual among young people's meetings this Sunday is that of Wesley club. Methodist group. A series of meet ings for study of cooperatives has been undertaken. An enthusiastic group started the discussion last week. So much interst is being shown that it is quite possible a cooperative may be started by the group after a more thorough study. Rev. Clay Palmer leads the dis cussion this week, answering the question, “Why should coopera tives be of interest to Christian students?" Brittain Ash leads the worship service. The morning forum in the past or's study is led by W. F. Walters, secretary of the downtown Y. It is at 9:45. Westminster house is sending a deputations team to Corvallis Sun day night to lead the evening for um there. Dean Karl W. Onthank, Billy Barnett and John Caswell will make the trip. At home the evening discussion w ill he led by Frank Kvanson The topic is "God and Hi.- Kingdom." Time 6:30. A half hour social period begins at 6:00. in tk. mcrum. at v.lb George P. Winchell will speak on "Personal Relationships." Clay Palmer's Sharman group meets at 8:00 Sunday evening. The Christian Sunday school, led by Victor P. Morris, meets at 9:45.! The church is located on Oak be tween Eleventh and Twelfth. At 6:15 p. m. Mr. and Mrs. Morris have charge of Chrisian Endeavor, I to which all college-age students | are invited. Regular services will be hold at the Baptist church, Broadway and High streets. Students are espec ially invited to the morning wpr-1 ship and the B.Y.F.U. meeting at1 6:50 p. m. Captain L. H. Nixton teaches the student Sunday school class, which meets at 9:45 in the; morning Catholic mass is held at St. Mary's church at S:00 and 10:00, both low and high mass. Confes sions are held on Saturday from 4 to 5 p. m. and from 7 to 8 p. m. BUi BANKERS PROTEST WASHINGTON - Powerful op position by big bankers to a flat i assessment of one eighth of one per esat of total deposit. a. a mcisfccr * Weather Bound in Cornwall By Howard Kessler Emerald Foreign Correspondent MOUSEHOLE, Cornwall, — I came to Cornwall because I felt like writing a novel, and when you feel like writing a novel there are real ly only two things you can do: write the darned thing or forget about it. Cornwall is as good a place as any to forget about it. The first five days I saw the sun at least 30 minutes every day, but then I didn’t give Cornwall a fair chance, as on the morning of the sixth day I packed my bag and caught the next train. The great god Weather prints two formulas in the "Delectable Duchy” . . . one for winter and one for the rest of the year. I had a chance to read one. It goes : “8:30 a. m. Gad, what a dazzling day! Stand before open window and inhale quickly three times with idiotic hopeful grin on face. "9:00. Just a few clouds scud ding along. Better wait a few min utes till it clears, then for that long walk. "10:00. More than a few clouds and not so much scudding. “11:00. Lots of clouds and prac tically no scudding. "12:00. Consultation with every one you can corner. Hopeful look disappearing. Looks bad. "1:00. It is bad. "2:00. Fine mist. "3:00. Mist. "4:00. Light drizzle. “5:00. Drizzle. "6:00. Light rain. “7:00. Rain. "8:00. Moderate downpour. "9:00. Downpour. “10:00. To bed discouraged. Lis ten to the wind soughing (or sog ging) about the gables, the rain battering at the windows. Well, maybe tomorrow:—” This village, Mousehole, is an in triguing fisherman's hang-out, just eight miles from Land's End, where Americans go to stand on the last rock of England, so that they can tell their folks back home that they have stood on the last rock of Eng land. Before leaving Canada I read that Mousehole was "one of the most charming cillages in all England,” but that was written a few years ago. Cornwall, the Eng lish Riviera, has suffered from the reign of tourism and you find or ange peel in King Arthur's castle as you do among the Roman ruins. In winter it's not so bad, as even stout-hearted tourists don't par ticularly care to wallow through seas of mud just to stand on Eng land's last rock in the rain . They prefer sitting in one of the innu merable inns of England, sipping White Rock. Which reminds me that the most interesting hours I spent here were at the old Ship Inn. where sons of the sea gather each evening to have a pipe and aj glass (or twoi of ale, to play dom inoes and skittles, and to trade boistrous tales of the briny. Even a disastrous fishing season didn't teem to have curtailed their salty humor. In the five days I remained at Mousehole, not one word of Corn ish did I hear. Major Bryant, own er of the establishment which shel tered me. provided a clue “A youngster who lets slip a Cornish word or phrase in school acre is actually punished by the LC3.U!l»T c _ _ aSH *- ^ vehemently to show his indigna tion with such a principle. But you can see how quickly Johnny would forget a phrase he had to write out 500 times after classes. Bryant also gave me a brief res ume of conditions in this neighbor hood, and without much strain on my questionable intellect I could see that things were bad, in spite of my informant’s placid: “Oh, we’ll get along. We always have.” Cornwall depends upon tin mining, agriculture and fishing, and since most of the mines have closed (much of the machinery indeed, has been shipped to South Africa); farm products bring small returns; and profits from fishing are non existent (it is reliably estimated that each “drifter” which went out for the seven-week herring season this winter, lost 500 pounds), well, there is the situation. Considerable of my visit to Corn wall was occupied in perusing printed matter relating to this land of legend and superstition. I found a few interesting notes, and since you may be coming this way your self some day my conscience dic tates that I should help you out. There’s a good book, “Cornish Saints and Sinners” from which I pilfer a paragraph: “Cornish maias don't like cool lovers and you may kiss early and often and be thought none the worse of by the maid you are sweet on. If nothing comes of it, the kissing part will be all right and can be wiped out or carried Jean DEAR — Please LooK here! JUST what I’VE been SEARCHING for Finger waves—very cheap. A dressmaker who is neat. A tutor for my German— and for sale, a coat of ermine! And all in one small column called classified. My dear, life is simply simplified! I \ t And to think You. yourself can advertise. Come on, be wise— We can both afford it. 10c per line! Hurrah! Let's Call 3300 EMERALD CLASSIFIED forward at pleasure. Kissing is a mode of salutation in some districts where the population is station ary, and a strange kiss is welcome, as varying the flavor.” Further information may be had by enclosing a stamped self-ad dressed envelope to 13, Liverpool Street, King’s Cross, London, Eng land. But my favorite short story still is: “He was fired with his ambi tion, so he was fired, with his am bition.” UNIONIZATION PLANNED WASHINGTON—Claiming they have information that some em ployers are joining in a move to fight unionization of workers, labor leaders today disclosed plans for an alliance among employees of five great industries. The unions to be grouped into a working alliance were named as the textile, oil, steel, automobile, and tobacco industries. They have an aggregate membership of al most 4,000,000. CLASSIFIED ADVERTISING Let's give a cheer for CLASSIFIED! It brings results! 10c per line. Osky avow wow! BEAUTY SALONS Individual finger waves, 35c. Love's Beauty Salon. Phone 991. DRESSMAKING PETITE SHOP 573 13th St. E. Phone 3208 ‘‘Style Right—Price Right” NEW SHOP Aladdin Shop at White Elec tric Co. OREGON STUDENTS Have you car serviced cor rectly at Ernie Danner's Asso ciated Service Station. “Smile As You Drive in ’35.” Phone 1765. Corner 10th and Olive. 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