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C®1T soli 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. MF.MBF.R OF MAJOR COLLEGE PUBLICATIONS Represented by A. J. Norris Hill Co., 155 E. 42nd St., New York Citv; 123 W. Madison St., Chicago: 1004 End Ave., Seattle; 1031 S. Broadway, Los Angeles; Cail Building, San Francisco. Robert VV- Lucas, editor Eldon Haberman, manager Clair Johnson, managing editor The Oregon Daily Emerald will not be responsible for returning unsolicited manuscripts. Public letters should not b« 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, ad of March except the first eight days. Entered as second-class matter at the postoffice, Eugene, Oregon. Subscription rates, $2.50 a year. All advertising matter is to be sent to the Emerald Business office, McArthur Court. Optional Fees And The Future THERE is much wild guessing on the possible results of the coming election with reference to the student fee bill. One extreme faction claims that should the present optional feature be maintained, all will be well. The ASUO is functioning adequately now? It will continue to function that way. The cry of less fortunate students must be heeded and can only be by optional fees. Diametrically opposed to this point of view is that of those who are inclined to see red where red isn’t. They swear that, should the fees be made optional, all student activities will be doomed. Mr. Straddle-the-fence sees the outcome under continued optional fees as no different than the present situation—which, he reasons, isn’t so bad but could be much better. Here is what will happen under optional fees. There is a great possibility that over a period of time the student corporations as they now exist in Oregon and Oregon State college will be come insolvent. There is little indication that the University of Oregon, for instance, will in the near future reach an enrollment that will maintain as solvent an extra-curricular program that, in the last analysis, depends on volume of business. The possibility is more likely at Oregon State college. Should this happen, who would pay the bill of an adequate extra-curricular program ? The stu dents ? No—the people of the state would have expressed themselves as being opposed to such “compulsion.” Would the laymen abolish the extra-curricular program? They would not. Rather they would dig into the old sock and bring out some 100,000 dollars for maintenance of that fund. The taxpayers directly assume the burden. Are wc as well off under optional fees? What has happened to the University of Ore gon debate team that but a few years ago brought the school national and international at tention by its performances both on and off the campus. Today they are budgeted at $500 and are lucky to get this. Is it a worthy activity ? The Emerald is operating under a budget greatly reduced with reference to previous years. The staff remuneration is incomplete and the finances necessary to publishing a complete, illustrated, and metropolitan newspaper are lacking. (This discussion will be continued in the Em erald and will include a complete analysis of most of the necessary voter considerations.) Dilemma of Youth 'T'HE Emerald and newspapers of its type are in a most fortunate perdicament. We are constrained from the partisanship which often can make the social duties of a privately owned newspaper so simple of fulfillment. Bound by the heterogeneity of our subscribers and, chastened by the fact that our organ is the voice of a state-owned institution, obliged to hold in respect a cusmorama of faiths, we have either to keep close-lipped on matters of general political excitement or to deal with them on an emotionally unstirring plain of reason. Not so with a newspaper independently owned anil responsive only to the urge of its own polit icul genius. It can swell itsell into a fury and cry “Boo!” or “Unconstitutional!” or “Entrenched Gieed! or “Wall Street!”—and start the sheep a-milling. Such slogans have not even to be sanctified by reference to the needs that liberty and equality that justice itself, in the light of American ideals, would seem to impose. Such slogans are blinds to cover intellects— not dishonest, we hope—but intellects so slothful or so poorly equipped that they will not or can not delve into the inards of matters. As though a critic should say simply of a work of architec ture: “My lord! That’s Byzantine foreign it has 1.0 place in America,” without pausing to consider whether or not the work may be in a Style that reflects a mood of the American spirit. But what is the American spirit, what are liberty and equality what are these tools of in tellect which will enable us to delve into the inards of matters? It is all very puzzling. And that isn’t so naive as it sounds. * * m Yesterday n class of senior students turned from a discussion of Alexander Meiklejohn’s latest work, “What Is America?” to the question, What ate we as almost-educated young men ami women to believe?” And in absolute ingenuous nes a young woman said: “We don’t know what to believe!” And she is not one of the babbling morons of which unfortunately every school has its quota—not by a long shot. She is a member of Phi Beta Kappa and she is known to bo one of the keenest students on the campus. She doesn’t know what to believe. N me of us young men and women knows what to believe. Perhaps it is the fate of youth to be puzz.ed, to challenge convention... much as it is the tradi tion for old men to find surcease in old values—• but we today must be the most puzzled youth in generations. Old values are tumbling. We are an unfortunate generation: perhaps we shall never find a living mental peace. We are a fortunate generation: it is ours to build among the tumb.led values. And we shall not be deluded by the catch words of ignorance. Bouncy Block Boulevard THE extremely bad condition of the little road —we have named “Bouncy Block Boulevard” —which serves as a conecting avenue for vehicles between University street and Eleventh avenue needs a few more days of continued endurance and patience from every driver who chooses to chance that shortcut. Those who are acquainted with the conditions will agree that if all the bumps and choppy places were laid end-to-end, the road would be no different than it is. The crinkly surface is due to heavy oil trucks which cross from high way 99 to the University power plant, but the nature of Oregon weather, and the large amount of campus traffic augments the deplorable condi tion of the roadway. It would be economically unwise to pave B. B. B. at this time since negotiations are now being made to transpose the Southern Pacific tracks and highway 99. This would provide a direct outlet for University street and eliminate the use of B. B. B. About all that can be done at present will be a replenishment of gravel by University workmen, as soon as the men can be spared from immediate work on federal jobs. Until that time which is only a matter of days or probably hours “hold your hats” and take it easy along the Bouncy Block Boulevard. "I Move to Adjourn" JpOR many years the University faculty meet ings were never properly adjourned unless the motion for adjournment came from Timothy Cloran. Dr. Cloran seemed to be adept at knowing just when the time to stop had arrived. Ho would then make the motion for adjournment. At the faculty meetings, rarely did anyone antic ipate him in making this motion. Today Timothy Cloran is not present at the faculty meetings to make his favorite motion. The Grim Reaper seconded Dr. Cloran’s last motion for adjournment. For the first time in years Dr. Cloran missed his classes, again he was not there. Seriously ill he was taken to the hospital where the meeting was adjourned on December 8. Students and friends of Dr. Cloran felt that for once he had made a mistake, that Death should have tabled his motion. For everyone who knew Timothy Cloran felt that their meetings with him should never be adjourned. All meetings with friends must close. But it is sad when illness takes away such a respected person as Dr. Cloran and adjourns all inter course with such a brilliant and entertaining mind. • M. M' A’*"*".*"*"*• ■JT**"*’TP W'ft* I The Safety Valve | » *-'* « -L-l/.t- >: I I t I I > I l l « l l i i I I l..i. I. I. I I *^ Letters published in this column should not be construed us expressing the editorial opinion of the Emerald. Anony mous contributions will be disregarded. The names of ocm municants will, however, be regarded ax confidential upon request. Contributors are asked to be brief, the editors reserv ing the right to condense all letters of over dOO words and to accept or reject letters upon the criteria of general editorial importance and interest to the campus. 1411 Ferry Street Eugene, Oregon January 9, 1936 Mr. Robert Lucas, Editor Oregon Daily Emerald University of Oregon Eugene, Oregon Dear Bob: May I commend you very highly for the clear and unbiased appraisal of the fee situation in ttiis morning’s issue of the Emerald. You have been very tail-. In view of the fair and open attitude which you have taken I am taking the liberty of pointing out some facts. Evety term the ASUO drive committee asserts that the value of the student corporation card is very much greater than the $5 price. This figure is arrived at by computing the costs of concert admissions at a figure of $1.10. As is well known, this is an outright falsehood. Last night at the Ted Shawn appearance the ASUO card holders were relegated to the balcony or the bleachers. These seats sell for 55c. This hap pened at concerts last year and before that. This false advertising is a reflection upon the good faith of the ASUO officials. I have a letter from Earl Snell, secretary of state, advising me that the arguments in favor of tlie student fee bill were financed by “Mr. Edwin T. Reed, editor of publications, state system of higher education, Corvallis, Oregon.” It would be very interesting to know by whose authority Mr. Reed made these expenditures. I have been informed by University officials that tlie agreement is to have the ASUO pay $13o, ASOSC pay $135, and each of the normal schools pay $10. However, when I called upon Graduate Manager Rosson on two different oc casions he knew nothing of the matter. I don’t know exactly why Air. Rosson wasn’t informed of this agreement if it was made. The funds were advanced, for expediency and due to the emcigency, from the business offices of the schools I have been informed, and that the ASUO and others interested will pay them tlie amount expended on the argument. Due to Mr. Rosson's ignorance of the matter considerable confusion and misunderstanding was in evidence. It is hoped that Mr. Rosson will be kept informed in the future and avoid such mis understandings. Meanwhile it is interesting to speculate upon the propriety of the funds being advanced for such political purpose by the busi ness offices of the state’s schools. Very sincerely, _ - h. Eugene Alien. The Marsh of Time ❖ By Bill Marsh Well, if the Shawn dancers didn’t do anything else, they convinced a lot of people who talk too much anyway that the human tongue is the least important and least ex pressive part of the entire human body. # « * No Fishing That little squib about it’s being illegal to shoot jackrabbits from Los Angeles streetcars started something. Now my good friend, George Backus, steps forward with the interesting information that it is also against the law in Califor nia to shoot whales from moving automobiles. Evidently the old bromide about being as “Easy as shooting fish” didn’t originate in our neighbor state to the south. (Now watch every wiseacre in Lane county come forward with the information that the whale is NOT a fish, but a MAMMAL). * * * Fire Seems that there was a star re porter on a daily in Petaluma, Calif. Rings one day the bell over his desk, indicating that the fire sta tion had received an alarm. So gallops outside the reporter, leaps into his faithful chariot and Hells off down the street miles an hour, arriving at the fire station just in time to pick up the trail of the equipment. By dint of daring driv ing, closing his eyes when crashes seemed utterly unavoidable, our hero caught up with the fire engines and stuck right with them until they arrived at the scene of the fire. The reporter opened his eyes, looked around, and lo and behold, they were back at his office! Smoke was pouring out of the pressrooms in the basement, and a very glor ious fire it was, all neatly staged not ten feet away from his own desk. Enterprising’, what ? Kicking about the rain is getting to be a standard pastime in and about the campus. I’d like to make a suggestion. Just to the east of us, barely fifty miles away, lies one of the Pacific Coast's most beauti ful winter playgrounds. Try a weekend of skiing and playing in the snow and tingling cold of the mountains arouud Mc Kenzie pass sometime. It's really lots of fun, besides putting roses in pale complexions. Audit leaves y ou in a far better temper for Monday morning classes than does a week end of party ing. Femininity Whoever wrote that song “Stay as Sweet as You Are” wasn't much of a chemist. For the average girl contains only one-quarter pound of sugar. But she contains enough material to make ten bars of soap. Her body holds enough magnesium for ten flashlight photos. She is supplied with ten gallons of water, fi ve often wondered how a woman could turn on so prodigious a flow of tears on such short notice). Also, enough gluten for ten pounds of glue, enough sulphur to rid a large dog of fleas, enough lime to white wash a large chicken coop glyccr ine enough to explode a heavy navy shell, all topped off with 31 pounds of carbon. I love you darling! Your magne sium is enchanting, your gluten is wonderful, your lime is enthralling, your hair, your eyes, your glycerine, your sulphur ... » Next time you lads start passing out the old guff, just remember you’re making love to an armful of explosive ehemicals. Innocent ❖ ❖ Bystander By BARNEY CLARK I doubt that this column is des tined for much success today, since at the typewriter on our port side is Mr. Eugene Allen, a sincere youth, who is busily engaged in ed iting a few bitter facts about the ASUO and its inquities. He makes us feel sad. As a matter of fact, the ASUO makes us feel sad. Just as a wajr ward child gets most of a mother’s sympathy, the ASUO is the recip ient of all our affection. It is such a puny little thing and so wilful. It can't help being led into falsehoods and evasions, and it is too immature in its outlook to rise above the sor did influences that tempt it from the straight and narrow. It doesn’t mean to be bad, but it doesn't know how to be good. After all, boys will be boys! Conversation—of-the-Week: Voice outside: “What lovely, cur ly hair you have Lloyd. Do you use a curling iron?” Tupling: “Naw. I sleep in a short bed!” The spirit of Joe College leered down on the campus the other day, when Dan E. Clark II revealed him self as a master of the run-around. The Two was sitting typing at the main desk of the editorial of fice. The Marshmallow and Bob Moore were banging away at their machines on the other side of the room. The door opens and a large, sim ple-looking youth ambled in. No judge of appearances, he looks at The Two and queries, •'Are you the English K profes sor?” “Yes,” says The Two slyly. “Well,” says the youth, "can you toll me what my grade was?” "Just a moment,'’ says Clark, flashing a warning glance at Marsh, who is beginning to get red in the face. He picks up a telephone di rectory and thumbs through it rap idly. “What's the name," he snarls ? The youth murmurs something, and Clark looks at the book. “You got a C," he admits grudgingly. “Do you want your paper?” “Sure," is the answer. “Well, I don't have it here. You'll have to go over to 104 Yillard. Ask ilrs. Fleming there for it.” The youth murmurs his apprecia tion and bows out. Ac the door clos es Marsh, Clark, and Moore burst into hyena-like laughter. They are still laughing fifteen minutes later when the lad returns. “Please,” he says, addressing The Two, “that woman there said that Mr. Shumaker had my paper.” “Shumaker!” gasps The Two, “What’s your name again?” The youth murmurs his name again dutifully, and Clark rushes to the cut files, leafing through them fur iously. He shakes his head, “Sorry, I got the name wrong I guess.” The lad is persistent though. “Where can I find Mr. Shumaker?” “Room 5, Deady,” volunteers Moore in unctious tones. ' Marsh has a death grip on his typewriter and is bright purple from the neck up. As the victim leaves Marsh croaks from the side of his mouth, “That’s a biology lab. Moore.” The trio rolls on the floor and screams. A half hour later and the door opens again. It is the victim, per spiring faintly but still stout-heart ed. This time Lucas is in the room. The child-like gaze of the lad falls on him. “Please,” he says, are you Mr. j Shumaker?” Only God saved Marsh from apo plexy. Air Y* Listenin’ By James Morrison Emerald of the Air Chuck French, pianist, and Ned Gee, vocalist, a popular air duo last term, will be heard at 3:45 this af ternoon over KORE. Local Bands Tonight at the Willamette Park the campus will dance to the allur ing and irristible music of Slim Martin and his orchestra, direct from the Club Victor in Seattle. Tomorrow evening the crowd will be somewhat divided. Dan Flood's band from Portland is playing the Military Brawl, and Bucky Mc Gowan will direct ten experienced musicians at the Park. Most of the campus musicians will patronize the latter dance if cither, for they have branded Flood's band as “scabs,” and therefore unfair to organized labor. The Air Angle In response to thousands of re quests from listeners, the Pepso dent company has at last shifted A1 Pearce and and his gang's after noon program to an evening spot. Starting tonight the program will be presented over a coast-to-coast NBC network each Friday at 6 p.m. The Monday broadcasts will continue at the present time—2 p. m. * s Paul Whiteman is doing all right on his new soap commercial Sun days at 6:45. But he'd do all right on almost any kind of program. Sorry, but the same can't be said for Bing Crosby's. His first pro gram for the Kraft cheese com pany was as unprofessional as any big time radio broadcast has been for some time. True, the guest tal ent he used was good—Ruggiero Ricci. 15-year-old violin virtuoso; Bobby Grayson of Stanford and Bobby Wilson of Southern Metho dist; Cecil B. Dcililte; Eleanor Whitney, Hollywoods prate tup, Again I See In Fancy By FREDERICK S. DUNN Candlemas, Anno Domini 1896 It seems unbelievable that, when Villard Hall was first opened to occupation, there were chandeliers of kerosene lamps in the auditor ium, suspended by long awkward rods from that high ceiling. During the Junior Exhibition of 1891, right in the middle of one of the orations, the glass chimney of one lamp became over-heated and crashed in splinters upon the set tees and floor below. In that an tiquity, when the campus was so far severed from near inhabitation, those dark corridors of the Univer sity buildings were spooky affairs. As a boy I feared them as we used to do the unfinished, murder haunted, lower stories of the Port land hotel. Even when electric and arc lights were installed in Villard, only the assembly room and the hallways were lighted, while the class rooms w'ere left in the gloam ing. On gala evening occasions we would be oblighed to leave the doors of certain rooms open in order that light from the halls might pene trate, while we robed or masked of “dollsd-up.” The Class of ’96 was rather rebel lious that Senior English was re quired to meet at 4 p. m. in the win ter. Before the arrival of five o’clock, reading was impossible and dancer; the Four Blackbirds quar tet, and Patty Patterson, banjoist. Still the program sounded decided ly unprofessional. There are two possible reasons: that Crosby hasn’t the necessary ability of a good mas ter of ceremonies, and that Jimmy Dorsey’s small band isn’t big enough to give a good background for that type of program. ISBC-CBS Programs Today 2:30 — Sperry Special. KPO, KGW. 3:00 — Woman's Magazine of the Air. KFI, KGW. 5:30 — Kellogg College Prom. KPO, KGW. 6:0. — Hollywood Hotel. Dick Powell, Ruth Chatterton. KFRC, KOIN, KSL. A1 Pearce and his gang. KPO, KGW. 9:00 — Richard Himber and his Studebaker Champions. KFRC, KOIN. Dean Jewell to Spent In Wenatchee Soon Dean Jewell, of the school of ed ucation, will make the formal ad dress at the annual banquet and meeting of the Wenatchee, Wash ington, Chamber of Commerce Jan uary 27. The title of his talk will be “’The Front-Windows of a Community.” Send the Emerald to your friends. only the dim outline of Professor Carson could be discerned. But there were certain vocal emanations that indicated her unperturbed presence. And, one day, in that semi-darkness of Room ( ), a dash of super-intelligence sizzled in the brain of Clarence Keene, arch im provisator of then. When the score in Senior English met the next day, before Dr. Luella had begun the barrage, there was a sudden and simultaneous flash of matches, and twenty candles flick ered and flared. First amazement,; then the faintest glimmer of a smile, and lastly frigid rigidity, seized her Professorial Dignity. “Put out the candles, please!’’ And '96 sat in the twilight there from. But there was a curious epilogue to that Candlemas fiasco of Anno Domini 1896. The time for dismis sal arrived'. Dr. Carson fumbled through her text, but seemed un able to distinguish one page from another. Finally, sweetly, as if ut terly ignoring the beautiful irony of the case, she asked for a candle light in order to make the next day’s assignment. Next in the series, WHEN FRIENDLY HALL WAS JUST ‘THE DORM.’ Last Chance $1.50 DOWN PAYMENT Today Will Hold For You a Copy of the 1936 Oregana (Paid Adv.) ;n m m rsi rcn rsi rsrrsi rcn \ r^i nn rcn m rcn rsi cn ra Every Day Bunker’s Day At tlic COLLEGE SIDE in you arc one of those 'who grab your breakfast on the run, you will find no better coffee and, any place on the campus for 10c. MEALS — COUNTER SERVICE Fnl fm frTl im 1771 r^l m ra EH m m m m m m m m rn! n m m m m m m m m i ! I , * I Start the New Term Right! ) 1 HAVE ALL YOUR ! Clothes Cleaned | BY OUR EXPERT WORKMEN i Yk o liavc a special service on clothes for students at slight additional cost. Eugene \ Steam Laundry 1 1/8 West 8th Street Phone 1 23 j 1