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PUBLISHED BY THE ASSOCIATED STUDENTS OF THE UNIVERSITY OF OREGON University of Oregon, Eugene, Oregon EDITORIAL OFFICES: Journalism building. Phone 3300 - Editor, Local 354 ; News Room and Managing Editor, 353. BUSINESS OFFICE: McArthur Court. Phone 3300—Local 214. MEMBER OF 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. The Oregon Daily Emerald will not be responsible for returning unsolicited manuscripts. Public letters should not be more than 300 words in length and should be accompanied by the writer’s signature and address which will be withheld if requested. All communications are subject to the discretion of the editors. Anonymous letters will be disregarded. 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. AH advertising matter is to be sent to the Emerald Business office, McArthur Court. Robert W- Lucas, editor Eldon Haberman, manager Clair Johnson, managing editor EDITORIAL BOARD Hcnricttc Horak, William Marsh, Stanley Robe, Peggy Chess? man, Marion Allen. Dan E. Clark II, Ann-Reed Burns, Howard Kessler, Mildred Blackburne, secretary to the board. UPPER NEWS STAFF Charles Paddock, news editor Tom McCall, sports editor Cordon Connelly, makeup editor Woodrow Truax, radio editor Miriam Eichner, literary editor Marge l'etscn, women s editor Louise Anderson, society editor LeRoy Mattingly, Wayne JI.tr hert, special assignment re porters REPORTERS: Marvin Lupton, IJoyd Tupling, Lucille Moore, Paul Deutsch niann, Ruth Lake, Ellamae Woodworth, Jiill Kline, Rob Pollock, Signs Rasmussen, Virginia Endicott, Marie Rasmussen, Wilfred Roadman, Roy Knudscn, Betty Shoemaker, Laura Margaret Smith, Pulton Travis, Jim Cushing, Betty Brown, Bob Emerson. COPYREADERS: Mary Ormandy, Norman Scott, Gerald Crisman, Beulah Chapman, Gertrude Carter, Dewey Paine, Marguerite Kelley, I orce Windsor, Jean Gulovson, Lucille Davis, Dave Conkcy, War ren Waldorf, prances True, Kenneth Kirtley, Gladys Battlrson, George Knight. Helen Gorrell, Bernadine Bowman. Ned Chapman, Gus Meyers. Librarians and Secretaries: Faye Buchanan, Pearl Jean Wilson. BUSINESS STAFF Advertising Manager, this issue Assistants, this issue. Ed Morrow, promotion man ager , , . Donald Chapman, circulation manager Velma McIntyre,classified man ager ..Dick Rculim .Jacqueline McCord, Philip Lynch Bill Jones, national advertising manager Caroline Hand, executive sec retary OFFICE ASSISTANTS; Jean Erfer, June Hust, Georgette Wilhelm, Lucille Iloodland, Louise Johnson. Jane Slatky, Lucy Downing, Bette Needham, Betty Wagner, Marilyn Ebi, Dorothy Mihalcik. Day Editor, this issue. Stanley Robe Assistant Day Editor, this isue. ..LeRoy Mattingly Night Editors, this issue.Paul Frederick, Howard Kessler The Lumber Tariff And Oregon’s Welfare COMING an a blow to an already groggy lumber industry, President Roosevelt’s tariff reciprocity treaty with Canada with direct refer ence to lumber is causing Oregon people much worry right now. Economists by and large agree that low tariff walls are desirable for the world wide en joyment of prosperity. The theory of territorial specialization whereby sections of the world pro duce goods more cheaply by the advantage of natural or economically favorable conditions and are hence able to sell the goods at the lowest price, is recognized as sound. The United States has maintained high tar iffs because of her relative economic self-suffic iency, has maintained a higher standard of living for her people, and has largely ignored the rest of the world. Nor can she be reasonably expected to slash all tariffs. There are in the world na tions of people with deeply ingrained habits of thrift, self-denial, and low material requirements for happiness, who would not put money to its best use were it given to them. This condition arises from ignorance, centuries of suppression, and established and accepted modes of living. It may be granted that this condition is not desirable for the health and development of the people. It will be changed by yearns of education. As people become enlightened they demand more and direct their attentions to the enjoyment of higher standards of living. The United States cannot be expected to lower her standards of living or mark time while the less fortunate millions advance. Again there are nations in the world which are retarded by stupid reasoning on the part of this country in artificially supporting her own industries. There are goods produced in this country under conditions that make that produc tion and hence the purchase price of those goods unduly high. Yet by this practice wages are maintained for laborers who are able to buy them. But what happens when the rest of the world is broke and the vast amount of United States produced goods cannot find a market? The efficiency of our productive methods demands export in order to provide for the surplus. When the exports dwindle in fact or cannot be paid for by purchasing nations, the country slumps and sets up a cry of over production. This ac counts for much of our economic conflict. In arranging reciprocal agreements with other nations, one must consider the ultimate advantage to the people. Some industries will suffer; but people previously enjoying artificial advantages under that industry will eventually enjoy increased purchasing power of not only the specific article previously marketed exclu sively at home, but other commodities that are brought into this country more cheaply from abroad. But caution is necessary where a large body of people in a given section of the country depend in the main on some one industry, and are rela tively little sustained by other industries. This is largely the case in Oregon. Although the president has not divulged the details and justifications of this treaty it may be assumed that eastern industries will be favored since the flood of tariff-free and cheap er lumber will seriously curtail Oregon’s lumber market, The hue and cry should depend on the degree. President Roosevelt is on the right track in breaking down tariff walls but he must recognize sectional difficulties and the dangers of ignoring the Northwest even though it be politically im potent. No Time to Read The Newspapers? ANNUALLY, and as certain as the parade of reasons, the ‘‘we students don’t have time to read the newspapers" war cry blows, not too gently, over the campus. Certain professors, especially in the school of journalism, have reached the point of satiety, and are nigh onto sick from an overdose of the war cry. They point the finger of scorn, and umpff at the many idle hours spent by students shuffling shiny pieces of paper with pretty bicycles on the back and a lot of royal hieroglyphics on the front in the thick-with-smoke college hangouts. ‘‘Why can't they spend a half an hour, or an hour reading the day’s news?” they ask us. We can't see why not, especially after a home manu factured experiment in newspaper reading time. A 24-page morning paper was used in the experiment. We, and several other experimenters, read the paper “through.” Average reading time —30 minutes! This is how it was done. Front page, eight minutes. Only three of the stories were read completely. The gist of the other 21 was gath ered from the “heads” and the first one or two paragraphs. Editorials, 10 minutes. ‘“Funnies,” two minutes; page of news pictures, one minute. Sports, three minutes. The other six minutes were spent in varied reading “inside,” and in glancing over an aggregate total of approximately 11 pages of advertising. Every one of the experimenters, when ques tioned on the state, national and world events in the paper, could talk about them with ease sup ported by a background of specific, knowledge as given in the newspaper accounts. It seems to us that as the east, west, north and south of the world are being brought closer together each day by the ever increasing material developments, students cannot afford to be out of touch with the tide of events. These events are so much a part of everyday living that the assertion “we students don’t have time to read about them” seems just as absurd as if we were to say that we had no time to live and with one accord “folded up.” The newspaper brings the world to our very doorstep; its interpretations and recordings of world news are usually accurate. It is the voice of the world and to shut our ears to it seems— well— just plain dumb. Some Is—Some Isn’t ONCE upon a day there wan a guy who dug up some “potatoes," bought himself a suit of clothes, half a dozen new handkerchiefs, a fountain pen and went to college. After all what can a guy do nowadays without a college educa tion. His Ma and his Pa, simple hard working folk says to him that if he is going to college he should work hard and get a good education. And this of course agreed with the guy’s very intentions indeed. So when he got to college he looked around, saw a bunch of other guys with lots of “potat oes," lots of suits, handkerchiefs, and fountain pens. And he saw these guys restin’ on the back of their heads, doin nothing and thinking less. And yet they were in college, would get college educations, and would get somewheres too. Yet they did what they wanted to, how they wanted to, and when they wanted to. And so he says to himself “What the hell.” But instead of standing around in the shadow of his own gloom, and humming the Internation ale, and brooding over the hole in the elbow of his sweater, he rode his studies like Revere rode Dobbin. And when on occasion he got in an argument with some of the jelly fish he shone like a drunkard’s nose and left the self-styled bigwigs picking the beams out of their eyes. The moral: ‘Some Is Some Isn’t.” \ SMALL 80 page booklet entitled "Good Reading,” edited by Atwood H. Townsend and published by the National Council of Teach ers of English offers an invaluable guide to stu dents interested in significant and interesting books. The student today who is confronted by the great mass of current literature and is yet prodded toward an acquaintance with established and classical literature would find a convenient ordered arrangement of these books in this little book. Other Editors’ Opinions rT'HE people on streetcars are Bohemians, really, and there is no irony in these words. Yesterday, overhearing a conversation of two girls in the seat ahead of me, I learned about "Mimi, who is going to have a ” the last word and the next 2,000 in exhilirating Russian. I gathered only a harmless "Doskve danya” at their parting; which means “good bye." And on another trolley, three men in dungarees were arguing in fancy French, using tongue, teeth, arms and eyebrows in the process. There came, also, a peroration from a sun-blonde long-haired man across the aisle, who was telling his lady listener; "Aesthetic dancing every morning I do on my bedroom floor." Then, his voice lowered to an intimate drawl, "In the altogether!" In the bowl of life, which is supposed to be full of cherries. I have discovered a grape a sour one. concerning high place and reputation. Emerson. Bacon and the other austere essay ists say that power and fame get man nowhere in the pursuit of happiness. This is a bit obvious for happiness comes to few men, anyway, be they kings or kitchen-cops. The philosophers are merely trying to reconcile us to obscurity and mediocrity, 1 think, and this is unfair to the people who believe in the thoughts of those men. Fame is food for vanity, power is balm to ambition; its human nature to strain for them, so why not ? "Nobody wants fame” is a shibboleth of Polly anna. The reality is, “Nobodies want fame,” and more power to us. The Washington Daily. NflUJ/ mid-term grades feI The Marsh of Time By Bill Marsh Lawsuit A lady down south sued the Tex as and Pacific railroad company because a brakeman kicked her. It seems that she tried to cross the railroad track in front of an ap proaching switch engine, and the brakeman very rudely kicked her to safety. Railroad employees should learn better manners. That brakeman should have taken off his hat and said, “I know we haven't been in troduced, but inasmuch as this lo comotive is, in about a second and a half, going to pass over the track upon which you are standing, may I be so bold as to suggest that you step aside?” By that time the lady would have been ground to mincemeat beneath the wheels of the train, and the dam age suit might have been avoided. Good old Clark. Always stick ing around, just like a barnacle. Say, that’s good, isn't it? Barna cle Clark gad how appropriate. We’d like to spin a few yarns on the Barnacle, but the trouble is, you can’t print them. Not without getting into trouble with Dean Schwering and half the house mothers on the campus. But wait, my friends, just wait. Air Y’ ❖ Listenin’ By James Morrison Emerald of the Air Bucky McGowan, campus dance magnate, will entertain the KOBE audience this afternoon at 3:45 with a few of the hot piano solos for which he is noted. That's bet ter than Burr ever did. The Etherian Slant Wayne King and his bite-proof powder boys have serenaded the ether sometimes from the Aragon ballroom in Chicago and at other times from the studio. I defy any body, whether acoustical expert, or Genevieve, the kitchen cynic, to tell the difference. Wayne King's sax solos sound just as marvelous ly from either place, tl think they’re lousy, and you think they're marvelous: so they're marvelousy.) People have been asking about j what's happened to Paul White | man and intimating he's just a has-been, but it may be interesting j to know that Palmolive, “the skin you love to touch" soapmakers, ' have corralled his exclusive radio i services for threes year at a tlat million. Or a round million, what thehell, a million bucks is a mil lion bucks. The program will start the first of January. “Play Don” Be s ter. former maestro on Jack Benny s Jello hour, has been fined $1000 and ex pelled from the musicians' union for a year because he paid his mu sicians under the stipulated scale. Everybody is saying Glen Gray s Casa Loma band sounds a hundred per cent better this year than it (Please fitrw to fage •• Clark is going to do something one of these nights that CAN be print ed—and when he does he’ll get rings back from all six of his fian cees at once. Mississippi This is a game called Missis sippi.” It originated in the old South where gentlemen were judg es of the three furies—whiskey, horses and women. Here’s how you play it. Two people get six long, tall drinks in six long, tall glasses. And then they sip. First one takes a sip. Then the other takes a sip. Then the first one takes another sip. Then the second one takes another sip. The first one to miss a sip is a sissy, and loses the game if his partner can still say “Mississippi.” Ow! Seems there's a charitable old geezer in London who takes the London newsboys for a trip up the Thames every year to a spot where t I. .1. A--*..*-.# they can swim to their heart’s con tent. A group of lads on the out ing were undressing for the swim, and they noticed that one of their number was—well, a trifle unsan itary. Said one, “Blimey Roscoe, dirty aintcha?” Replied Rosco, "Cawn't help h’it. Missed the bloody train lawst year.” * « * Third Degree Scientists are hoping to patent a siiirt which will stop a revolver bullet at five paces. Why don’t they bring the test shirts to Eu gene and run them through the local laundries a couple of times. If they stand up under punishment like that, they’re bullet proof all right. Everybody is kicking the poor farmer because the government is buying crops that he doesn’t raise. What’s so unusual about that? Don’t lawyers get paid for cases they lose ? Does a doctor cancel his bill if the patient dies? Does a school teacher get his salary cut in proportion to the number of his students who don’t learn a blasted thing from him ? * * * The Barnacle’s bark is worse than his writing. And that’s sink ing pretty low. ,1,4 4,4,,1,4,4,4,. 1,4, Again I See In Fancy By FREDERIC S. DUNN Hawthorne’s Tangled Tales Dr. Charles Hiram Chapman, the University's second President, and his wife, also Dr. Chapman, a prac ticing physician, were returning from across the Willamette after a hunt for mushrooms. Midway in the dark tunnel of the old covered Ferry Street Bridge, they were ac costed by a farmer driving back in his wagon on the Coburg road. “What you got in your basket there? Toadstools?” and he grinned knowingly. “Do you know anything about edible mushrooms?” asked Chap man. “Well,” was the rejoinder, “all I know is, you had better leave them alone. They'll poison you.” The President recounted the anecdote to the assembly the next day in Villard Hall, delivering a learned dissertation on mush rooms, all -with the inference that a scientific education enables one to choose between edible and poi sonous fungi.* He closed with “Mrs. Chapman and I ignored the farm er's warning and enjoyed a most delectable repast. And we are alive to point the moral.” Now it so happened that on the next day, President Chapman was detained by some urgent matter and sent word that he would be unable to attend assembly. The students became aware of his ab sence and apprehensive whisper ings passed back and forth, that perhaps, after all his scholarly dis quisition, the President might be ill from eating those supposed mushrooms. Professor Glen had just finisned leading the assembly music, when the tall, gaunt form of Dr. Haw thorne unfolded itself from the chair and strolled leisurely to the front of the rostrum. With an im passive face and hands intertwined over his waist line, no one could tell whether his words were to be ominous or of good import. “All things have small begin nings,” he began in that droll monotone. And then the assem bly was at once in great glee, knowing that Hawthorne was started upon one of his unrivalled improvisations, the delight of all who ever heard him. “Yes,”—after the first wave of mirth had subsided,—and he point ed a thumb backward over his shoulder at Professor Glen,—“even this big boy here, weighing over two hundred pounds, had a small beginning.” This time, there were minutes before the laughter died away and ere Glen himself could recover from a near stroke of apoplexy. And so, on he went, from one sug gested topic to another, taking in spiration from anything tangible or visible, and always with witty application, till the assembly be came almost hysterical. Finally, knowing that by this time the fears of the students had been dissipated, the finale was, “Once there was a man of science who went out on the Sabbath to gather mushrooms. And on the first day of the week there was a funeral.” There are grads who can still wipe away tears of sheer merri ment over Hawthorne’s Tangled Tales. Next in the series a “Just So Story" that Kipling missed. Innocent ❖ Bystander ! By BARNEY CLARK People, people, people. Faces, alia time faces flitting before my mental mind. Goo, take ’em away! Ah, I know that shy little pan. Could it be La Chessman, the toast of Astoria? It is, shouts my heart, it's cavities pumping. Pure-hearted Peggy, Theta’s sacrifice on the altar of JOURNALISM. I knew her when she popped into the Ger linger pool room on men's night. I knew her when she read, but did not W'rite reviews on, books every young girl should not know. Here is this prim smile, this glacial beauty, this precise mind, that marks the pinnacle of American Womanhood. Ah, Peggy! Whence this round-faced, sul try beauty? Is it Gentle George, 4he knife-wielder? Can it be the Root of all evil? Tell me not, I know that subtle touch, the mark of that fine Italian hand. This is the throat that felt the steel, the velvet violence that marks the master; this the heart that knows the poinard lurking ’neath the silken cloak. * * * With throaty humor do the horns announce the clown. The colored confetti-rain sifts down upon “The Doctor.” Ah, Hoblett, only such as you make real the legend of our youth, the misty figure in raccoon that reeled across a thousand silver screens. A dec ade once was his, won with a syncopated barrage of rumble seats, flasks, catch-phrases, shrill laughter, easy money. Now you are left, nursing the dying warmth (Please turn to page three) When the Newsboy Shouts; Extra! Extra! Extra! you are curious to inspect his paper to see what has happened. When Eugene Merchants shout about good bargains through the Emerald you should be just as curious to inspect their merchandise—it will pay you. Tin* Eugene morehants who support your Emerald have goods to soil you that you need, or they woultl not spend money to get their message to you. If these mei'ehants did not feel that their merehaudise was the host in quality at the prieo offered, they would not spend money to get this message to you. And. if they felt that you would not make subsequent pure liases at their store, they would not eontinuously spend money in the Emerald to help keep your trade. 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