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OSC Forestry Students
Not Threatened By 'Chaos’
IN an editorial appearing recently in the Oregon
State Barometer, grave concern was expressed
for the college’s 410 forestry students should the
Canadian trade treaty continue in "full force.”
The Barometer claims that Oregon's lumber
industry is destined for a "chaotic future,” and
that the forestry students as well as hundreds
of others who depend on this section’s lumber
for a livelihood will feel the “devastating effect
on the backbone of Oregon trade.”
Oregon produces about 15 per cent of the
United States' lumber. Since the section in the
treaty dealing with lumber limits Canadian im
ports to 250,000,000 board feet of lumber under
the alleged "down the river” rate, it must be
conceded that but 15 per cent of that number,
or 37,500,000 board feet, will directly effect Ore
gon. This number is about 4 per cent of Oregon’s
Now assume the following results t if
Oregon’s lumber industry will not make any
adjustments whatsoever to meet the trickle of
Canadian lumber into this country. Oregon is now
producing lumber as cheaply as possible and
could not lower costs sufficiently to cope with
this "devastating” 4 per cent.
No one in this section will benefit at all by
Canada's concessions stimulating such eastern
industries as the manufacture of tractors, agri
cultural machinery, refrigerators, w a s h i n g
machines, radios, and a great host of other
eastern produced goods. (Prospective engineers
might enjoy such increased production.)
All of Oregon State's forestry students will
go directly into the lumber business and inciden
tally do nothing about the 7,000,000,000 board
feet of lumber that is destroyed each year in
this country by fire, insects, etc.
If all of the foregoing may be assumed, then
16 of Oregon State’s 410 forestry students, or 1
per cent, will not find jobs in the lumber in
dustry and will be victims of the chaotic condition
brought on by the tariff.
No one asks that all tariff walls be broken
down, indiscriminately. However, any such steps
as this very mild one is directed toward freeing
the flow of world commerce and cannot ultimate
ly wreck Oregon's prosperity.
Ode to a
CHOULD you meet a student on the campus,
^ grip his hand, look him squarely m the eye
and say, "Better luck next time."
Should you chance upon two melancholy
comrades, toss back your head, say "Hello" in
an unwavering voice, and march into the gloom
But should you see three slouched figures
quietly simpering in the soft, gray silence con
tain yourself, remember the Maine, set your
course and streak for home and hot lemonade.
THERE AREN'T THREE PEOPLE ON THE
Jazz mad, that's what they are! The lure of
the open road, the thrilling hum of eight cylinder
tanks, the wild, reeling madness of college foot
ball takes its toll! Plato, Aristophanes, contem
plation. dignity all left roaming the Oregon cam
pus alone, forgotten, crushed.
Oh God, must favor, inequality, disappoint •
mcnt run rampant in the world? Woo is me?
I'm gone to Seattle? To hell with the
Without universality, the league can tie only
a snare. If the convenant is not observed as a
whole, for and by all, then there is no covenant.
—President de Valera.
My critics say I repress freedom. No! I mere
ly give you real freedom by taking from a few
the freedom of utter nonsense.—Adolf Hitler.
If Mussolini is really sincere in his motto
about living dangerously, we have some
thoroughfares over here on which he could round
out his career.—Fred Sullens.
The best way to keep America out of war is
to do what we can to prevent there being a war
anywhere into which she can be drawn.—Newton
Corporations are frequently regarded as un
human legalistic creations. In ail their affairs,
however, they constantly deal with human beings
and respond to the sum total of human needs.- -
Other Editors’ Opinions
VICTORIOUS sophomore:) in the frosh-soph
tug-of-war at Reed College (Portland, Ore.)
a year ago were somewhat surprised to find
that one of the “freshmen” they had been drag
ging through the mud was none other than their
new college president, Dexter Keezer.
Keezer was no academic dullard, America's
weekly newsmagazine reports, having had five
year of metropolitan newspapers and a year in
the service of NRA between his Amherst gradua
tion in 1920 and his acceptance of the Reed
College post in 1934.
“Prex Dex” bested even his own previous
vagaries by appearing on campus in bright red
duck trousers. In his first spring term he termised
and fished with his students, even inaugurated a
carnival and several skiing parties. Justifying
his actions to bookworms, he recalled that “you
don't live on intellect alone.”
A little chagrined by Reed’s smallness, this
livewire proxy lashed out against unethical col
leges which make invidious comparisons with
their competitors, which use scholarships to en
tice students away from other institutions, and
which employ solicitors to seek admission ap
plicants on a commercial basis.
He found grim humor in that NRA held it
inappropriate to have a code of fair competition
for institutions of higher learning, and yet his
experience showed that methods used by in
dustries for which such codes were regarded as
highly necessary “have about them a positive
aura of sanctity" when compared with cutthroat
tactics that some colleges use in recruiting
With no particular lesson to be legrned from
“Prex Dex” here on the Farm, it is still pleasant
to be able to see a livewire in action, to find
someone somewhere not afraid to kick over the
traces of social convention if benefits may accrue
By Howard Kessler
C'CENE: A road-side inn somewhere near Strat
^ ford-ori-Avon, at one o’clock of a foggy
morning. The bare little room is cold, dimly-lit,
and practically lifeless. It is England.
Characters: A half-dozen bus passengers hav
ing a spot of tea.
The American: Chilly, isn’t it?
One: Rather. Quite.
Other: Oh, I say, not really, do you think?
One: No, not really. Rather more than I'm
used to. Spent some time in the tropics, you
know. Singapore and all that. Dreadful hole.
Glad to be in England again. No place like Eng
Other: No, no place like England.
One: Good old England. Only place in the
One: Wish I'd never left it. Only place in the
The American: Isn't that principally because
you were born and reared in this country?
One: American, aren’t you?
The American: Yes.
One: Been in New York. Don't like Americans.
Don't like your country. Visited over there with
a millionaire a few weeks. Terrible time. Every
body trying to get everybody else’s money.
Nothing at all like England.
The American: Thank God!
That little incident was one of my first and
most unfavorable impressions of the "mother
country," gained just after 1 had landed in Liver
pool one grey November morning a year ago.
My notes taken on the first port of England
The first duty of a great city is to look great.
Liverpool, one of the finest seaports in the world,
with a population greater than San Francisco,
is nothing more than a series of small town
streets run together. A rather uniform layer of
soot seems to have been deposited over the city
a few centuries back, and no trouble has been
taken to remove it.
The ragged urchins playing in the street have
also acquired a grimy coating for their shallow
The women tend to big feet and the men to
cock-eyes. I looked in vain for the flapper
Impossible to become accustomed to un
wrapped bread lying in open windows, with flies
crawling leisurely over it.
Saw but one newspaper boy all day and he
shouted his wares desolutorlly.
M.V hotel room, with no running water and no
heat, with clammy and depressing. I visited a
cinema to gain a bit of comfort and sat between
two mugs smoking cigarettes. Pool hall blues.
Walked down town, and when I had gone
some time without finding anything that looked
like a city, stopped chap and asked him where
the center of Liverpool was, lie stared at me.
decided I was an American, and couldn’t be
expected to know better, and exclaimed, "Blimey,
me lad! This is it!"
All around me towered two-story buildings.
But do not judge England by the provinces.
Go to London.
The Marsh of Time
By Bill Msrs'n
When a guy rushes off to Seattle
and leaves a substitute to write
his column his return is heralded
by screams of joy. What does that
make me? Oh well lack-a-day,
lackadaisical —here goes.
Not knowing many people anil
not UnoM^ng the names of the
people whom we do know, well
who gives a damn!
![• «t: •!'
Picking up a pigger’s guide of
last year (this year’s is promised
by New Year's Day, if not later,
we hope) we open the pages and
write down the names that we see
to wit, i. e., and viz:
* sis :|:
Good lawks, perhaps we should
get out of (lie M’s. But why?
They’re good copy. Take the three
McCalls, multiply by lift e e n ,
smoke a five cent cigar, and what
do you have a beautiful, slow,
Boston accent. And why? Because
they came from Boston! Ilah! But
wait, that is only part of the
All three of the glamorous Mc
Calls have lived in eastern Oregon
for I I years. Vet the repeated as
saults of high country vernacular
have been rebuked by Boston—
sturdy old Boston.
Should one go to Redmond, Ore
gon and ask Joe Brown, editor of
the Redmond Spokesman, the way
to the McCall ranch, Mr. Brown
will immediately ask you out to
his home for the night. Lots of
rest, lots of milk, great fortitude,
Having been in that exact situa
tion one time, I persisted in eon
quering the rigors of eastern Ore
gcn sage brush on the moment,
and demanded a map for guidance
in my night conquest of the Mc
Call home. To restrain my wild
venture, Mr. Brown offered to let
me play with his linotype, he re
cited (iunga Din to hill time, he
talked with me man to man. But
it was useless, I was still but a
Mr. Brown sighed, looked at me
as one about to be sent to a con
centration camp, and proceeded to
draw a map.
Have you ever seen a drawing
of a person's anatomy? Well Mr.
Brown’s map makes said drawing
resemble a border map of Ne
braska. In reaching the McCall
ranch I drove across prairie, dowm
creek-beds, skirted rim-rock,
climbed roadless mountains,
opened and closed 242 gates.
(Please turn to page four)
Again i See In Fancy
By FREDERIC S. DUNN
A Just-So Story” That
He had his back to the class,
looking sort of dreamily out of a
window on the second floor of
Deady, off toward Villard Hall.
Occasionally he would jerk a
thumb over his right shoulder, as
if in emphasis, though it was
sometimes on the wrong word, like
the italicisms in the King James
‘‘Mr. Wintcrmeier, did you ever
hear how the bear lost his tail?”
No, Charlie averred, he didn’t
believe he ever had.
“Well, you see, it was this way,”
and Dr. Hawthorne turned a three
quarters’ view, apparently scru
tinizing one of the abies Douglasii
on the crest of Skinner’s Butte.
“There was a hard-scrabble farm
er back in Vermont, who was tap
ping his trees for maple syrup. All
of a sudden, as he turned from one
of his buckets, ‘woof’ went a bear
almost in his very face. You see,
bears also are inclined to like ma
ple syrup.” (This last was deliv
ered in an undertone, like a par
enthesis, but, if the Professor’s in
tent had been sotto voce, the re
ception it evoked from the class
“Anyway,” finally resumed the
Doctor, “the farmer was not of a
mind to forfeit his syrup, let alone
his life. So he grabbed thte first
weapon in defense which he could
find,— an empty barrel, and be
fore the bear could apologize, the
farmer clapped the barrel down
over his head, - the bear’s head,
of course.” (Can you imagine the
drollery of this anecdote and the
mirth of the class?)
“When the bear had sufficiently
recovered from his astonishment,
•—I guess ‘his’ is right,—anyway
the gender doesn't matter very
much,—he began a series of gy
rations inside the barrel, until nis
tail happened to pop out through
the bung hole.” (The students
were almost rolling off the settees
“So the farmer seized the oppor
tunity and the tail too, and lopped
it off with his ax. And the bear
forgot all about the syrup.”
“And now, Mr. Wintermeier, be
gin all over again and—forget all
about the syrup.”
Next in the series, “SO JOHN L.
Boom Comes to Matanuska Valley Trading Town
V boom b.\s conn' to Palmer, Alaska, trading town for the New Deal settlement in the Matanuska
valley. Onee merely a postottice and railway station, Painter is going ahead at a rapid clip. In this air
view are shown the administrative offices and quarters of the Alaska Kural liehabilitation Corporation.
In the een*er are tents which soon will have to be abandoned as winter sets in. In the background are
seen the warehouse powerhouse, trading post, and garage recently completed in the community center
lit ths *::sn.
The Russian Youth Movement
Editor’s note: This is the last in
a series of exclusive articles on
youth movements in Europe writ
ten for the Emerald and the As
sociated Collegiate Press by Jona
than B. Bingham, chairman of the
Vale Daily News, who has just re
turned from an extensive tour of
the continent on an assignment
from the New York Herald
It is extremely difficult to con
vey in words an idea of the spirit
of the Russian youth movement.
Although as in Germany and Italy
the movement is organized from
I above, the enthusiasm and friend
liness of it all is even more strik
ing than the prodigious number of
privileges afforded the young peo
ple. To fake but one instance, the
joie de vivre, the interest in every
thing from fishing in America to
a Pioneer camp in Russia could not
be in more striking contrast to the
harsh discipline and militarism of
a German or Italian camp.
The Pioneer organiza tion in Sov
iet Russia is administered by the
Young Communist league, with
headquarters in Moscow, but the
grouping is not along military lines
as m the Fascist countries. Instead
each factory or productive unit in
a town has its Pioneer group for
the children of its managers, en
gineers, and workers, and the fac
tory operates its own Pioneer
At the same time the Pioneers
are elected in the schools, for the
ages are parallel. When a class
first enters a school at the age
of eight or nine, it elects from
among its own number those who
are considered fit to be Pioneers,
the chief qualification being “good
citizenship.’’ Thereafter the Pio
neers elect others to their member
ship, and in some cases classes
may be 90 or 100 per cent Pioneers
By James Morrison
Emerald of the Air
The Three Swing Boys you may
have heard last Saturday will be
I back on the air this afternoon at
I 3:45 with their musical interprc
j tations of songs both old and new.
I a: * *
Big Time on the Air
Lawrence (Oscar) Wagner, for
mer University ace cornetist, has
written me that he is now basking
in eastern limelight as arranger
for the famous Casa Loma orches
tra. Gene Gifford, who is respon
sible for the popularity of the band
with his special orchestrations,
suffered a nervous breakdown
three weeks ago and had to leave
New York for his home in Mem
phis. Oscar had been working
with Gifford up to that time, and
has been doing ail of Gene’s work
for the last two months.
“We have been planning for
quite some time to go into busi
ness together,” says Oscar, “and
in fact we had our office on Broad
way all picked out, but of course
we’ll have to put it off now until
Gene recovers his health. We were
taking another fellow into the
firm, incorporating, and would be
equipped to handle every type of
arranging from stocks and specials
to theatre work. We even have a
i department for dispenssing advice
to the lovelorn.”
Rubinoff will present his own
“Slavonic Fantasie,” a composi
tion which he wrote at the age of
sixteen as a memorial to a young
friend he saw killed by pillaging
troopers in a Cossack raid on a
tiny Russian town, over a coast
to-coast broadcast of the Chervro
let program this evening at 6:00.
If you want to learn the dif
ference between a seventeenth and
a twentieth century Thanksgiving
celebration, listen to Jack Benny
at 8:30 Sunday night. Johnny
Green and his orchestra will as
sist musically with “Not Bad”;
Kenny Baker will sing “Here's to
Romance.” Mary will read a
\ HC-CBS Programs Today
1:45 — Stanford vs. California.
2:15 — Oregon - Washington
game. KPO. KHQ. KGW.
4:00 — Sport page. KOA.
5:00 — The Hit Parade. KGW,
6:00 — Rubinoff and his violin.
Andre Kostelanetz' orchestra.
6:30 — Shell Chateau. Wallace
Beery; guests. NBC-KPO.
S:0o — Carefree Carnival. KPO. I
before they finish school. At pres
ent there are roughly 9,000,000
Pioneers, or about one third of all
the boys and girls of such ages.
Although none of the various
opportunities offered the young
people are restricted to Pioneers,
in the camps, where ths facilities
are of necessity limited, the best
boys and girls only are sent, and
these are usually nearly all Pio
Besides the camps, clubs are pro
vided for the young people, organ
ized for the purpose of allowing
them to follow out their interests
and for training artists a n d
Then, too, there are sanatoria for
the weak, theaters for children in
every city, and Pioneer stadiums,
where all sorts of sports equipment
is provided. Groups of Pioneers are
sent on excursions here and there
and thus have the privilege of
travel. Perhaps the most charming
of their activities is the group
dancing, which one sees taking
place at all hours in the parks,
(Please turn to paeje four)
By BARNEY CLARK
TITLE: Ode to Me With a W
* * *
silently digest the sun
andl . . . crawl
through the sooted ruins
the dusk-dimmed ruins
of Higher Education . . . bearing
my fangs at Rosseau
and Shelly and Pavlov and Plato
and the rest of the boys.
* * $
* * *
here is the home of one hundred
for making typewriters talk
oh the interminable silence of them
crouching in the long night hours
all passion spent
they gleam with life for now
gleam and glitter and gleam under
the tinny glare
the icy glare of seven lamps
save but my black beast recalci
trant . . . numb
dead as the heart that rules him.
a: * 3:
this sea of faces has
the blank indifference of a wall
and like the litchen
interest crawls but fraction-deep
under the sun of any mind
and too . . . the clown
with only gesture, moue, and wink
and mask (of pathos bare)
dies with the dying of a laugh
in sotto voice dispair.
Fourth Performance — Last
Tonight at 8:00
GO HOME AND
GET SOME SLEEP
^ ^ y
Not only do Greyhound buses
run on frequent schedules, but
they have nice deep cushioned
seats that tilt back to a most com
fortable position for sleeping.
Low fares save money, too.
See Local Greyhound Agent fot
fares and departures.