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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.
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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
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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
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‘THE DORM.’
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