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About Oregon daily emerald. (Eugene, Or.) 1920-2012 | View Entire Issue (May 25, 1935)
OREGON coed EMERALD H .NRIETTE HORAK DORRIS HOLMES l>",iij,,Business Manager VIRGINIA ENDICOTT Managing Editor EDITOR r AT. BOAR!) Rutli McClain. Associate Editor Miriam Eidiner ri'l'KU NEWS STAFF .............. ... Peggy Chessman Velma McIntyre .Mildred Blackhurne .Margaret Petsch ..Miriam Elchner ..Jane Lee . Betty Jane Bishop ._.Mary Graham fv, rts Edit' *r TSc.vs Editor . Edito 3 e'lture Editor If* inor Editor . 3! ,dio E.lif 'i" Night Edit' lls.d Ri'kiiiY'-ader ... Ho i»• t > Editor Kuth Storla, Helen llartrum, Phyllis Adams. Marjor Will, Jlcnrvetta Mummev. Marian lluller, I.anise Audersuu. Lucille Moure, Ellaniae VVimdworth. Gladys llattleson, Jane Lagassee, Kle.iuor Aldrich. Marjorv O'Bannou. Copyrea'lrr-: Signe Rasmussen. Clare Igoe. Gladys Battleson. The Oregon Daily Emerald, official student publication of th • University of Oregon. Eugene, published daily during the college year, except Sundays, Mondays, holidays, examination iteriods, all of December except the first seven days, all of M ircli except the first eight days. Entered as second-class matter as the postoftice, F.ugene, Oregon. Subscription rates, $2.50 a year. O New Deal in journalism is the all women's -*-^1 edition of the Emerald which makes its tabloid appearance today. Neither is it a “copy cat" of the recent men's edition, for the gentle xr.cn of the press had the advantage of the first competitive issue, and the editor too, had a weak ness for tabloids. Nothing sensational or startling — yellow, scandalous, or barely proper is attempted. The all-coed staff presents the kind of an Emerald it would like to see, should the publication be pub lished in tabloid form next year; a balanced diet of the serious and the humorous—a newspaper that will have to be read! Villard Comes to Oregon OSWALD Garrison Villard wil give the com mencement address to graduating seniors in June. Oregon is fortunate to be honored by a man of Mr. Villard’s calibre. An editor who has espoused the cause of American liberalism and of pacifism, and a de fender of small people whom he honestly believes to be downtrodden, Mr. Villard is today an ex a nple of a gentleman fighter. He has spent over thirty years in the discovery and attack of cor ruption in high places. His regret as journalist and man of world affairs is that his influence and sane moral courage have not had a chance t reach farther among the masses. The University is honored, and awaits the words of an American gentleman it is proud to c'.aim as friend. Stein Reports Returning to Report I^ERTFtLIDR Stein returned to Paris from the. United States recently and returned from t e United States with plenty to say. She said that certain interests in the United States were negotiating with her to report next year’s Repub l can and Democratic conventions in her inimitable p ose manner. If Gertrude Stein pens proceedings of the 1936 presidential conventions, the American public has a new treat in store, for no one is quite so cap able of capturing the spirit of the average nom inating speech as Miss Stein at the height of her v ague, cryptic style with its irreligious punctua tion and wealth of repetition. Miss Stein will probably not, however, report either the Democratic or Republican convention, for her Paris interview definitely aligned her with Huey Long. The Senator will not end in nothing, she prophesies. He is stimulating and he will not end in nothing because he has a sense of human beings and is not boring the way some other gentlemen in the White House have been. So, with Miss Stein the expatriate doing auto matic hand-reporting of the conventions and en dorsing Huey Long as no future zero, it looks like the cofing 1936 struggle will be lots of fun after all. San Francisco Chronicle: A front rank radio comic is being sued for $100,000 by his gagman. The expense of the archaeology alone must have j been enormous. Memphis Commercial Appeal: Add similes; ! An exasperated as a newspaper paragrapher whose typewriter table has a sway and a wabble that he can't locate. Daily Oklahoman: If you think there is no more rugged individualism, you should see the spelling that comes to a newspaper office. Well timed: Jimpson’s address was well-timed, wasn't it? “Yes, two-thirds of the audience had their watches out before he finished.” The Passing Show WE CAN HARDLY WAIT ITH the Student Union building finally ' ” nearing' completion after long years of an ticipation and frustration, the numerous advan tages which Montana students will derive from the new acquisition are becoming evident. The college union is a relatively modern institution in American university life. The first of these was dedicated at the University of Pennsylvania in 1895, just 40 years ago. It was soon followed by others and the scheme has since spread the length and breadth of the land. It has an unquestionably important place in the educational facilities of any modern school. The conclusion of the World War found a sudden influx of “average” young men and and women seeking educations. With this change also came a recognition on the part of college ad ministrators that not only must improved facil ities for study be provided but facilities for the enrichment of the extra-curricular life of the students apart from athletics be included. The natural growth of student interest along many different lines probably has had a great deal to do with the growth of college unions. Increasing enrollments entailing the adoption of a Freshman week in order to acquaint the many new students with their new environment; com plicated student organization involving elections, appointments of committees: were matters with which alumni of a quarter of a century ago were wholly unfamiliar. Today space must be provided for such purposes in addition to facilities for a student store, the production of university plays or dance floors for recreational needs. All this serves to indicate that the Student Union building will be a busy place next fall. It will prove an important accessory to the major work which the university is carrying on and will possibly increase lagging school spirit and develop numerous social contacts which will give added color and flavor to our undergraduate life. OVK WAV TO WHITE A POEM By Edu Unit There is nothing like being in love, oi' about to be in love, or just having been in love to inspire Ono to commit poetry—to paper. Or it you wish to write a poem anil lack this prime inspiration the sea S0<~ i will serve as a substitute. Any 80 v-on can create a suitable mood. Think then what must be the al m"i it inevitable result of a conibin ai .of the love element and sea sonal sensitivity. Imagine the com bination Springt ime and about to be a love, or summer plus being id love, or Autumn plus alas, just having been in love. The varia tions are almost endless. I should say it could almost be reduced to a mathematical formula; and pres to—we have a new theory of writ ing poetry. .©: course, one must take into Consideration the kind and stage of love and the nature of the par ticular season, whether it is a bright or rainy spring, a gentle or a blistering summer. And remem ber. the kind or quality of the ‘‘poem" doesn't matter It Is the expression of our feeling. It is the does. Next day we may find the silly tlimg and say. "How absurd $ud adolescent of me!" But what a satisfaction it was to write! How it transported us to being- one with a force outside of ourselves! Suppose we take as an example the combination-—Autumn, plus being in love, plus the complica tions of loved one absent and au turn day dismal. We have been looking out of the window watch ing the thin drizzle and aching with an unnameable sorrow till we can no longer keep our thoughts pent in_ A descriptive line—maybe two comes into our mind. Fren ziedly we find paper and pencil to capture the words before they dis appear. Hesitantly, maybe with a substitution of a word or two, we jot them down—■ This Autumn, too, has thin and gentle rain, A scarcefelt hoary mist to damp one's hair. Ah! That's somewhat the way we feel. Then, in line with thoughts of whomever we are in love with at the time comes— A mem’ry laden dusk is waiting there Where silver fingered clouds bend low again. “Silver-fingered!" Eureka, what a sensation! It is glorious! It re lieves the pain like the soothing baud of an angel. We turn to part three of the formula— O, you of whom this autumn brings recall, Can now forget that southward winging bird Whose haunting cry was all the song you heard Through all that hateful, gently raining fall. It's coming along fast now with scarce a revision. Ah! It's going to be a sonnet, we perceive. That means fourteen lines. We now have, let’s see—eight. That leaves six to go, and it appears they're rhyming a-b-b-a. Perhaps you shall, some hot No vember day. When sick of arid Californian heat Suddenly remember cool wet grass beneath your feet And air as moist and soft as anv May. There are two many syllables in that "suddenly remember" line, of course, but—well, we might fix that later. By this time memory of the loved one has become so viv id we can almost see him outlined against the gathering dusk, his dear face a blurred white in the moisture laden shadows. But even so our longing for him can hardly compare with our longing for the A Rip in the Ranks! SONNET (a la Edna St. Vincent Millay) Perhaps when I am old and drained of fire I shall forget this quiet agony, The burning thrust of beauty and desire And the blank nothingness you’ve given me. Incredible the heady beat of Spring Should fail to find your image in my breast Or the white line of birch not be a wing To thought of you, O, proud and unpossessed. But time, grim leveler of highest hills, Can doom to silence the most bitter cry; So when I'm old and dim-eyed, un fulfilled, This slow unreasoned passion soft will die. This hopeless hunger for a far un tasted thing I shall forget your never an swering. —E. H. This Is News By Jane Lee The regular Saturday program, “This Is News,” will be given this afternoon at 4:45, In a new dra matic presentation of the latest campus happenings, with Lucille George, Stan Bromberg, and Bob Cathey of Junior weekend fame. NBC is the center of many programs this weekend. Tonight at 6:45, “Education Today,” a mu sical program under the auspices of the California state department of education, will be presented. At 7:30, a dramatic series by Samuel Dickson with Chief of Police Wil liam J. Quinn, narrating, is sched uled. A1 Morris and his Bal Tab arin orchestra can be heard at 8:30, and at 10:05 Griff Williams’ Hotel Mark Hopkins orchestra comes on. last two lines of the "pome." Be fore the pencil is quite bit in two it comes—■ And so with cloud mist falling do I search the gloom To find you out and bring you to my firelit room. A sonnet! We have writ a son net! Shakespeare, hang on to your laurels! Feverishly we reread, re write, replace, delete, and finally leave it as it was before and hide it carefully away in some very private place—lest anyone find and know our secret. Precious, beauti ful thing! Some months later we run across it tucked so lovingly away. We read, smile a little, and find it makes a convenient bit with which to start a fire. Send the Emerald to your friends. Subscription rates 52.50 a year. i A Common Miracle That spring is such a common miracle in no wise makes it any less a one. Because the pear tree has bloomed innumerable springs before lessens not one degree the thrill of orchards coming alive. Surely this sky is no bluer, this grass no greener than in Aprils heretofore. Why then must I feel a quickening pulse at each sign of this age-old regeneration, each south scented wind, each bird cry? Must I become excited because a leaf opens? Ah, but this is a new leaf. Never before in the history of the world in all the gardens of the kings or in all the forests of primi tive ages has this particular leaf opened. These shiny green blades scarce discernible above the fur rowed brown of the field are new new as the morning. Of what use to tell the lover that other women just as fair as his beloved have lived and died in generations gone ? What is that to him ? Even were he to believe her soul reincarnate, never before to him has earth been blessed with so sweet a combination of soul and body. Likewise i it useless for me to tell myself that spring has been and shall continue to be an annual awakening following the equinoctial rains long after I am one with grass and daffodils. There is nothing can convince me of its permanence. These blossoms shall fall. The delicate white pools on the clods and the grass testify to the transitoriness of this so frail a beauty. It is not possible that they should ascend to the branches again, that each splendid petal should find the twig wheretonce it clung significant. How th$y, too, must have hated to yield their brief hold upon eternity and float to where they lie now with gently curling edges under a sunswept sky. Their mute obedience to a law we, too, obey but cannot under stand is a link between us. Perhaps it is as well that immortality is not for us to understand. Surely, not till men are gods will they cease to wonder, or cease to believe that this spring, this spring alone, is the miracle and shall not come again. TELEPHONE 206 for TOWING, AMBULANCE, REPAIR SERVICE. DAY-NITE GARAGE 643 Olive Street