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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 - Kditor, Loral 354; News Room and Managing Editor, 353. BUSINESS OFFICE: McArthur Court. Phone 3300—Local 214. MEMBERS 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 Avc., Seattle; 1031 S. Broadway, I^os Angeles; Call Building, San Francisco. Robert W. Lucan, editor Eldon Haberman, manager Clair Johnson, managing editor Assistant Managing Editor, this issue LeRoy Mattingly Day Editor, this issue Assistant Day Editor, this issue Stanley Kobe Paul Detttschmann Night Editors, this issue Assistant Night Editors, this issue Hob Pollock Men Forbes Florence I fay don Advertising Manager, this issue llowanl Overbade 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. The Oregon Daily Emerald will not be responsible for returning unsoloeilcd 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 arc subject to the discretion of the editors. Anonymous letters will be disregarded. Student Body Drive Really Important Now * BY 8 o’clock last night 750 student body cards had been sold in a spring term enrollment of about 2400. Perhaps the most commonly heard argument against the purchase of the spring term card is based on the feeling that the card does not offer value received. Some students declare that they do not like baseball, nor track, and that the actual, tangible benefits dollar for dollar values are not worth the five dollars. To those who enjoy the type of athletics offered in the spring, the card is a good out and out in vestment. How about those students who dis agree ? * * ill The case for the spring term card need not be based on school spirit, although spring term in evitably brings out the decadence of a -fine, old fashioned thing called "loyalty” an expression too often snubbed by many of today’s college psuedo-sophistieates. Eevn if it must be admitted (and it is tough to admit) that Oregon students cannot see beyond their noses, cannot appreciate the psychological value to themselves and to the school arising from cooperation and devotion to a cause, there is still a powerful argument in favor of the student body card. Aside from the imminent possibility of drastic ally curtailing spring term activities, the future of the ASUO will be adversely affected. The dif ference between 1,500 spring term cards and the present 750 is the difl'ere cc between starting next year’s operations with a large operating deflrit, with little or no money in the bank, and starting with some money on hand with which to meet expenses. Students in this school appreciate .the ASUO and the many activities that it makes possible. But should they refuse to cultivate a little sound business insight, they are seriously hurting the one institution that offers them expression in manag ing their own affairs, the one Institution that offers the students the feature for which they cry to high heaven a colorful, broadening, highly en tertaining extra-curricular activity program. # ;|* i|( it is one thing to admit a weakness in attitude. Student body disloyalty indicates just this. But since this is a matter of taste, we suppose there are natural limits on sensitivity. However it is quite another tiling to admit careless, selfish stupidity and short sightedness. if * * Students at the University of Oregon will not be guilty of this if they will just think about what i.i happening and act sensibly by purchasing a student body card. Youth Inherits The Earth 'UIKUK is nothing that grips Uio attention of this oensation-seeking world like a spectacular •feat of youth. In 1927, when a skinny youth from Minnesota crossed the Atlantic in what today must seem like a ridiculous little airplane, he fired the imagination of the world. No less thrilling and indeed far more important to the happiness of mankind was a spectacle which took place in St. James Park, London, last week. Gathered around a shining council table was perhaps as remarkable a group of young men as the world has ever assembled. There was Sir Anthony Kden, foreign minister of Great Britain at only 38; Pino Grand!, Mussolini's rocketing ll year-old diplomat; Premier Paul van Zeeland of Belgium, 12, a graduate of Princeton; Joseph Beck, foreign minister of Poland, 12; and Piet re-Ktienne Flundin, -10 years old, premier of Prance for a stormy term and now directing his country’s diplomacy. Fancy must soar too high to bring down a hope that these young men can "soiVfe the problem of war and peace for simmering Europe", yet there is something stimulating in the fact that five na tions should ignore the ancient faith in age'.; ripe wisdom and commit themselves to men barely out of their thirties. The age of the older diplomats is past. No longer does the world pin its hopes on men'like Stresemann, C'lemnceau, and Briande when they died they carried away with them the gray-beard tradition. England’s older diplomats yet living Sir John Simon and Sir Samuel Hoare have seen their portfolios given to young Eden. Youth has inherited an earth too bewildering for men whose minds were moulded on pre-war conditions. The diplomat of today is portrayed in the figure of that slim, youthful Briton, Anthony Eden, speeding from capital to capital by airplane. But it is still the same old world, filled with the same old conflicts. Things just happen faster. "Veterans of Future Wars?” Will It Do Any Good? <<\ irAR is imminent. It is high time that we » » openly admit that America shall be en gaged in it. . . . “To this end the Veterans of Future Wars have united to force upon the Government and people of the U. S. the realization that ... all of us who will be engaged in the coming war deserve, as is customary, an adjusted service compensation, sometimes called a Bonus. “We demand that this bonus be 1,000 dollars payable June 1, 1965. . . . We demand immediate cash payment plus 3 percent compounded semi annually for 30 years back to June 1, 1935. . . . “Soldiers of America, unite! You have nothing to lose.” ft * *J* This manifesto was published in the Daily Princetonian a short time ago, written by Lewis t Jefferson Gorin, Princeton student and National Commander of the Veterans of Future Wars. Since its publication, this novel idea has captured the imaginations of college students throughout the country—chapters being organized on 00 of the country’s campuses. While college wags have formed auxiliary organizations to heckle the gov ernment for money “to establish training courses for members of the association in the writing of atrocity stories,” United States Congressmen and bigwigs in veterans associations have snorted about young "cowards,” "publicity seekers,” and communists. * * !|i Under the leadership of Commander Gorin every manner of mock organization has been established, and with every new move patriotic oldsters grow hotter around the collar. * * * To the immediate post-war generafion of youth, but recently immersed in the backwash of “the fellowship of all peoples” following the bloody drenching of the World War, the possibilities for • cynicism arising from such an organization are attractive. Many of them remember the Armistice. Most of them were just in the plastic age when the reaction from the conflict, the loud and altruistic speakers for peace were in high gear. Most youths have seen the pictures of gutted men and moulded bodies. Now Europe igain approaches the death grip. Trie situation with respect to the United States is greatly analagous to that of 1914. And it is about time that those who will march down Main street in kahki, should raise their voices against the U. S. participation in another war. Although this organization is clever, fertile with opportunities for horse-play, and appealing - what will it accomplish ? It is effective propaganda for debunking war. But will it prevent war? It isn't talk, and fun, and college humor that youth needs in its fight against war. it needs an effective neutralizing agent in the form of an aroused and.vigorous anti-war press keeping its skirts clear of communism and extreme pacificism - to combat the vicious influence of those who profit from war. Take the profit out of war today, whether by stringent government legislation or firmly im bedded neutrality laws, and perhaps "us kids" \\im! have to cross 3000 miles of water to “save the world for democracy"! ESTERDAY a jaunty young don, adorned with • ■ ihe pastel shades of mild, peeping spring tripped from out his f.atoinity and trickled toward the stream of students winding their tired ways between classes. Enema aged In a hint of blue sky, the springster beamed like an are light. Crossing that area just in front of Condon hall, once a street, but now resembling the bottom of the Sacramento river, lie slipped and flopped. As it transformed b\ magic he arose the spirit of the rainy season in Ethiopia, caked with mud. Anri in his mind drummed a little poem about Oregon's spring Oh happy spring time, Oli happy spring time, Oh nuts! An Unhappy Story Of Tragedy in Spri Wom<*n I lusts (Continued from pen/c one) eon, speakers; Harriett Saiuzen decorations. Officers and ( ahii ,1 Outgoing officers «nd cabinet ft re: Elaine ° Sorenson, president. Mary Nelson, vice-president; Phyl lis Adams, secretary; Margilce Morse, treasurer; Clara Nasholm, world fellowship; Elaine Cornish, industrial relations; Eileen Donald son, vocations; Annette Suidam, religion; Lillian Wain, current events; June Yates, community service; Marian Beezeley, mem bership: Loy Reeder, bungalow Chairman; Lois Luvaas, lunchcoa club president: Theda Spicer, Ru-' gene girls; Doris Mnbie. social I chairman: Ruth Weber, Seabeck Chairman. Incoming cabinet Is; Klaine Co rnish, president; Clara Nasholm, vice-president; Margaret Carman secretary: Lillian Warn, treasurer: Edith Clark world cooperation; Ruth Weber religion: Kileen Don aldson, public affairs; Dorothy Dill, personal and family relations; Kltamae Woodworth, community service: Margilee Morse, nieinber sliip chairman; Lots Reeder. Imn galow chairman; Marilyn Ebi. con ference chairman: Louis Burncson, president of luncheon club; and Katherine Markoviteh. chairman of freshman council. .’»(> IVdires (i oHtiHiwd from t'ojc one) -'Tin y Louise Busuhe. Portland; and Kattili'en G. Houglum, Eugene. Alpha ( his lake l our Alpha Chi Omega: Margaret Geld-mit ’ Klamath falls: Mar garet Thornes*. \storia: Betty Cleator. Port hind; Yieno Osterhind, Astoria. Clu omega: Ruth Heiner. KinU >1 i '.lift'd! uia;^Dorothy Hutch* era Medfdrd, Ore.: -Mary Kent. Medford. Ore.; Winogene Palmer, Coronada, Cal.; Louise Robison, lalt. Ore.: Doris Jean Robison, Taft. Ore.; and Harriett Webb, Co o .title, Ore. rm Innocent Bystander •> ii!iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiihiiiiiiiiiiii]|ii;iiiiiiiiiiiiiii:i]] imiimniiimiiiiiimnniiinjiimiiiiiiHiiiiinHiiiiiiHiimimHdiiiHiiiHiininiiiiiiiiiiimmmiimiiiiitiiiiiimsiiMiimraiimi By BARNEY CLARK The other eve the Bystander finished his stint at the old Royal i plug!) and toddled down to the Side where he found Clara Lou “Little Londos" Hellfrich, Hat Kistner, The Marshmallow, and Berke Math ews all huddled together in a booth. Merriment was in the air, and gales of laughter swept the assembled company as “Lit tle Londos” and the Bystander put on an impromptu wrestling match, B. Clark taking the first two falls with a cpiarter-Nelson and an airplane-spin. After a brief pause for breath, the happy throng ad journed to the Theta nunnery where The Marshmallow and Music in 1 he Air By BILL LAMME Ponderous Paul Pendarvis ranks high in San Francisco's aggregation of bands, and he's really the tops. Near him- come Eddie Fitzpatrick Jr., Veloz and Yolanda, and A1 Lyons, but Pendarvis rates the college crowd patronage in the bay area. Lyons rates on vocalists, ar rangernents anti showmanship. \ cloy. anti Yolanda picked a poor theme song hut make up for it with (lie smart arrange ments of Shop fields. And have Jerry Shelton, young, four eyeil and much-discussed ac cordionist. Lyons was present ing one of the Ijost arranged radio programs hut is off the air now while working theaters. “I'm Putting AU My Eggs in Out' Basket” is the hit song of “Follow iln> Fleet,” anf is the inspiration for many a lousy joke.Jack Hylton says there is more lint music played in England Shan here. They like their music like they like their jokes; simple, not subtle. Louis Armstrong had to record his last bunch of discs three times before he got a set with out mistakes. # >5 «T Some radio artists gain fol lowing and fortune by appear ing in films, but many of them h se caste even though the fault i' not their own. Eddie Duchin lost some prestige by being east in a poor picture, more than by seeming to be a conceited prig. Popular Hal Kemp got himself laughed at by his exaggerated motions in leading his orchestra in a recent short. One who didn’t lose by going Holtvward was Fats Waller. " l*° looks as screw y as he sounds. May he more. \nd it 's an asset. £ .'moling .item .for’ 1 ifc a h ’ musicians bemoaning thtj im porting foreign orchestras: There are 7000 musicians out rf work in New York city. : About five hundred are on re- 1 lief, the rest “open for engage- ’ the Bystander convulsed the gathering by rolling Kistner rapidly up in a rug. V'ery comical she looked, too, crawl ing out of her improvised co coon. Marsh then attacked the Steinway with his home made version of “Sleepy time Down South,” desisting only when Began McCoy floated down from the cell blocks upstairs with the startling information that there were freshmen studying up thar and couldn’t he tune the piano some other time? One thing about the Phi Psis, they'il eat anything . . . it's training that does it. Marsh demonstrated by plucking a daffodil out of a vase and con suming it, stem, petals, and all. He called for seconds, too, and was well on his way into a third before his appetite gave out. He also ate half a sheet of note book paper tendered by Berke. fie was forced to regurgitate the second half by clever action on the part of Clara Lou, who, failing to extract the morsel by tugging from the front, ran a forceful finger BEHIND his clenched molars and shoved it out from the back! You have to hand it to the little lady; it takes brains to produce a dodge like that (AND a strong stom ach!). All too soon 10:30 arrived, and the male merrymakers were regretfully ejected by Betty ICobb. As they trooped out into the dark a single thought flitted aeross the brain of the Bystander . . . say what you will about high er education, one thing it teaches you is poise and so phistication! Seeing as how numbers of our gilded youth are due to collect the old sheepskin this June, the Bystander feels called upon to compose an occasional poem to commemorate the event. If you will kindly cease breathing, he Wilt now produce. i’KKSE VERSE "Oh, they’ll hand you your diploma As you march up the aisle. And they’ll lisp ‘congratula tions’ With a sad, sardonic smile; For they know the race is to the swift, \nd might will always win, And a dividend, not shame ful death. Is the modern wage of sin. So pack your illusions in cot ton-wool. And bow to the guy with the inside pull. Strangle your ethical urges at birth. And ;\ oil'll Ik' the lads who’ll inherit the earth!" * » Si "What this campus needs is a good cp-edueational fraternity!'' leokctt Freshman Candidate An early arrival for John War m's freshman football squad next all is Bill Beckett, who entered ichool this term as a freshman. Jeekett hails from San Francisco vliere he was all-city fullback in .031. The Marsh Of Time Daffodils. I love them. Stewed, fried, boiled or poached. But most especially stewed. They're more tender that way. « * * yjoxv then, can any of you bright lads and lassies tell your Uncle Willie what a gourmet is? Well, a gourmet, accord ing to Webster, is a person of discriminating taste in matters of gastronomy; an epicure. In other words, he likes to eat. And most especially, he likes, to let his taste sensations run wild over unusual eatables. Some gourmets go into hys terics over rattlesnake meat, while others, more conservative, prefer the bland flavor of pick led eels. Still others lay down their stomach to such palate tickling delicacies as shark's fin soup, or even nicely aromatic ten-year-old eggs which have to be approached with caution and reverence lest the odor over whelm the beholder before he gets a chance to swallow the first delicious mouthful. No, I'm not spoofing. Out across the ocean (the Pacific ccean, to lie exact) many, many well - born Chinese regard a thoroughly and completely rot ten egg as the acme of delicious foodstuff. They hold such, de cayed hen fruit in the same high esteem which we of the Occident are willing to grant to caviar, anchovies and fresh oysters gently fried in simmer ing butter. They put them away to fer ment just as other peoples put fruit juice away to turn into wine. Can you see a Chinese papa receiving an unexpected call from his boss, and telling his young son, in accents whis pered, “Quick, Hung Lo, scam per down to the egg cellar and bring up some of my best twelve year old stock. Don't stumble and break them now, or I’ll whale the pants off you be fore I hang you out to air.” *• * * Joke: Two alcoholic ambu- - lants waver uncertainly up to a bar. Yabbers the first tank, “Gimme a horse's neck.1” A b»ief pause for rather vague re flection, then says the second, preceded by a cloud of power ful breath, “Gimme that horse's tail. There’s no sense to killing two horses.” Things and stuff: When Shakespeare first blew into London town, he eked out a bare living by holding the horses of gentlemen who stopped outside taverns and entered therein for food and re freshment . . . gloomy note to the obese: for every 25 pounds of excess beef you lay on your bones, there are created some twenty miles of additional blood vessels in your body which must be fed by an overworked heart . . . When, and if, a 49th state is admitted to the United States of America, Texas can be split up, you know, and Hawaii and Alaska are ambitious territor ies ). our flag will undergo quite a radical change . . . Instead of having six rows of eight stars each, the blue field will be stud ded with seven rows of seven stars each . . . Why don't floods come in summer when the wa ter is warm ? They shot him. Ginger and Fred Are Here Again! Sunday Ginger and Fred come to Eugene again. The Heilig theatre will show the dancing pair in their latest pro duction, “Follow the Fleet.” The story can be traced back to an old Belasco success, “Shore Leave,” if one cares to bother. There's not much there in the way of plot, but there is plenty ! there in the way of steps. Among the n e w Rogers Astaire creations are bits of their best and bits of their worst. They've got a comedy number that’s a wow, the best 1 they've ever done. The ."Face j the Music” number is really j tops, also. The third number j which ranks near the top of the j heap is Astaire's fiasco on board ship. It's.too bad Hollywood can’t j give the famous pair another j script like “Roberta” to work j on. but “Follow the Fleet,” al though not much for plot, is a j whale of a show when Ginger and Fred get those feet.click- ! ing. j ❖ Europe Firsthand By Howard Kessler Excerpts from notebook, on Toledo, Spain: “Fifty miles south of Madrid, ringed around by the wild, deso late gorge of the Tagus, lies the historic and now almost deserted old city of Toledo . . . barren seclusion . . . capital of Visigothic Spain . . . essentially a desert city . . . harsh, brilliant beauty . . . cathedral second in Spain . . . Aloantara bridge, most beauti ful ip Europe . . never was there a town so magnificently faithful to its past . . . exposed to devastating winds ■. , . unsmiling in its arid austerity .... “When God made the sun, he placed it over Toledo, (not Southern California after all) ... cathedral required 270 years to build . . . King Rodrigo sees ihe lovely daughter of Count Julian, a Toledo nobleman, bathing in the Tagus, and, well, such things do happen ... he forces his way into her chamber, and in revenge the father admits the Moors to the city.” As I stepped off the train, a brown, bold-eyed urchin of 14 ran up and started firing questions at me in Spanish. Useless to explain that I didn't speak Spanish, that I wanted no assistance, and would be please go home like a nice boy. He would not. He hung at my heels or around my neck during the mile-long hike from the depot to the city clinging to a rocky hill, making periodical lunges at my one small case, which I repelled through sheer superior strength. X ignored him; I cursed him in fluent American; he smiled stoically and came back for more. I shouted “Adios!” He cried, “Mi amigo!” and put his arm affectionately on my shoulder. Of course, I knew what he wanted: to show me all the monu ments, take me to a hotel, help me find entertainment . . . for a price. Spain is haunted with professional guides as well as profes sional beggars, and I challenge you to stop a poorly-clothed man on a Spanish street to ask him for directions, and get away without tipping him a coin. At last I got rid of him by walking out of the city, out onto the brown Castilian plains. He grabbed my arm frantically, and pointed back up the road; I shook my head, and pointed down. When I returned to find a pension, I got myself into the worst maze of a lifetime. The streets of Toledo vary in width from 6 to 12 feet, depending upon importance, and no automobiles may pene trate into the city. The cobble-stones and blank stucco walls all look the same, and twenty alleyways branch off from each inter section. As it-was noonday, and I wore my sweater, jacket and coat, and carried a suitcase, I was soon panting like a pony with the heaves. I asked for a hotel, followed the wave of the hand (which was the only interpretation I could follow), asked again in five minutes, and was directed back from whence X had come. There were no stores, no policemen, no names on the streets. So it went for one and a half hours, up and down, always ir search of the sunlight, and never quite finding it. Finally, a wrinkled old lady washing clothes in a public trough, commandeered her grandson to guide me, which he did with such consumate skill that in five minutes we were in the Plaza de Zocodover, Toledo’s only square of importance. And before a pension I ran into the Pest again. Joyfully he grabbed me by the arm and dragged me inside, stood by while I haggled for a room and board at a dollar a day, and followed up the narrow stairs to the cold and dimly-lit apart ment. I pushed him out the door, but he demanded two pesetas, and threatened to become indignant if I would not pay. He started what might have been a long argument, but glimpsed a heavily booted American leg swinging into action, and discreetly fled, calling down upon my head the wrath of whatever gods he wor shipped. 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