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THE UNIVERSITY OF OREGON
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LeRoy Mattingly, managing editor
Wm. F. Lubersky, Assistant Business Manager
Associate editors: Clair Johnson, Virginia Endicott.
Editorial Board: Clair Johnson. Howard Kessler. George Bikman,
Edwin Robbins, Darrel Ellis, Orval Hopkins, Virginia Endicott
UPPER NEWS STAFF
Paul Deutschmann, news
Bernadine Bowman, exchange
Gladlys Battleson, society
Paul Plank, radio editor.
x^iu/u iuuiimk, dSMSidiu m»in*
Edwin Robbins, art editor.
Clare Igoe, women’s page
Leonard Greenup, chief night
Jean Weber, morgue director
Reporters: Parr Aplin, Louise Aiken, Jean Cramer, Beulah Cliap
man, Morrison Bales, Laura Bryant, Dave Cox, Marolyn
Dudley, Stan Ilobson, Myra Hulser, Dick Litfin, Mary Hen
derson, Bil| Pcngra, Kay Morrow, Ted Proudfoot, Catherine
Taylor, Alice Nelson, Rachael Platt, Doris Lintigren, Rita
Wright, Lillian Warn, Margaret Ray, Donald Seaman, Wilfred
Sports staff : Wendell Wyatt, Elbert Hawkins, John Pink, Morrie
Henderson, Russ Iseli, Ccce Walden, Chuck Van Scoyoc.
Copyeditors: Roy Vernstrom, Mary Hopkins, Bill Garrett. Rclta
Lea Powell, Jane Mirick, Tom Brady, Warren Waldorf, Theo
Prescott, Lorcne Margutn, Rita Wright, Jack Townsend, Wen
Brooks, Marge Finnegan, Million Phipps, LaVcrn Littleton,
June Dick, Frances McCoy, Lawrence Quinlan, A! Branson,
Helen Ferguson, Judith Wodeage, Betty Van Dellen, Stan
Hobson, George Haley, Geanne Eschle, Irvin Mann.
Assistant day editors:
Do We Want Democracy?
rjplIEiiK i.s somethin'? oi' irony in the fact
that the most intelligent comment on
President iioosevelt’s proposal to remove
judicial obstacles to liberal legislation by ap
pointing additional justices where incumbent
judges have reached the age of 70 and do not
choose to retire should come from Senator
Norris of N ;braska, himself a septuagenarian.
While democratic legislators, in large part,
have lined up in meek favor of their leader’s
plan for revision of the judiciary and repub
licans have presented themselves in solid ar
ray against it, Senator Norris almost alone
has what might he termed an independent
Senator Norris agrees with the president
that there is need for reform of existing con
ditions, hut lie declares himself out of sym
pathy with the plan of enlarging the supreme
court. To tin' Nebraskan senator—as to us—
the proposal is only a makeshift expedient.
“If the court should gradually come fo
have 15 members, we might sooner or later be
in the same position wc are now — unless
something were done.
It might easily happen that a majority of
the 15 members would see through glasses
fitted to meet the needs of another genera
tion, just as is true today with only nine
members. It is not only mra past 70 who see
through glasses darkly. There are plenty
ot younger men totally and hopelessly un
aware that the world about them is under
going inevitable change; this is even true of
men once called liberals.”
A ^ AN alternative to the president's pro
posal, Senator Norris favors the passage
ol a bill, already the ohjeet of some eonsider
ation, which would make Hie hare five-to-four
derisions invalid in rases involving interpre
tation of the constitution. Thus the nemesis
of one-man majorities, which has deposed sev
eral pieces of liberal New Deal legislation,
would be removed.
Constructive as the Nebraskan's proposal
is, in comparison wiHi that advanced by the
president, it in itself might become involved
in constitutional difficulties. The right, of
the supreme court to pass upon the constitu
tionality id acts of congress has been forti
fied through generations of popular accept
ance. And this long-time national aeipiies
cence in the exercise id' that right gives it as
firm constitutional position as though it were
actually written in the organic law ol' the
Hut how broad is the supreme court 's right
to review the acts of congress? Is it illimit
able? This is the important question raised
by the “two-thirds” proposition which Nor
ris favors. For this requirement would in
reality be an impairment of the court’s right
of constitutional interpretation. Can that
power be abridged by mere act of congress?
Conceivably if congress could limit the
right of the “nine old men” to nullify legis
lation by requiring a two-thirds majority of
the justices, then along the same line of rea
soning congress might take away that right
1 litis the whole question of judicial review
ol legislation is brought to the point ol judg
ment. And if we admii. as we must, that the
federal judiciary does have that right con
stitutionally—even though it is not written
in the fundamental law-—then we must go
further and declare that, if that right is to
be impaired, a constitutional amendment is
culled for. Congress alone cannot limit this
power of the court.
JT 18 a queer state of affairs that in a demo
cracy, where the “sovereign people" sup
posedly rule through their elected repiesen
tativos, a power of almost absolute sovereign
ty should rest in the hands of a body so re
mote from the popular will as the supreme
court. From decisions of tile court invalid
ating legislation of their representatives, the
people have poor recourse in the unwieldy
machinery of constitutional amendment.
But the American people have given this
exercise of negative sovereignty by the court
over a century's acquiescence, and if we have
finally decided upon democracy in the true
sense of the word then we must remove once
and for all the privilege of the supreme court
to stand between the people and the exercise
of their will.
This is an idea horrifying to many a per
son. We raise the question: is such a person
a true democrat ?
In other words, democracy itself is at
Maybe we don’t want democracy.
What? No Figures!
rjpiIERE arc a couple of cases over in the
art school which have been attracting
considerable interest and much conjecture.
They aren’t “just off the boat” and every
one knows at least what is supposed to be in
them but speculation runs high as to just
what the material from which their contents
were hewed is and just when they will be
uncrated and placed in their destined niches.
More than two months ago Walter Prit
chard, who left the University in 19156, com
pleted two statues of athletes which are to be
placed in twin niches* in the outer wall of the
new men’s gymnasium. Pritchard might have
used cast stone, marble, sandstone, or green
cheese no one knows.
Both the figures and the gymnasium have
been completed for some time, yet no action
has been taken to place the figures. The
strike is over. Why no figures?
(The views aired in rhis column are not necessarily
expressive of Emerald policy. Communications should be
kept within a limit of 250 words. Courteous restraint should
he observed in reference to personalities. No unsigned letters
will be accepted.) _
To the Editor: Last year X was just a poor boy
working my way through school. Jobs were scarce,
and my money was melting fast. My courage was
breaking point. I didn’t even have the nerve to
melting with the money, and I was reaching the
face another employer or go to another agency
to receive the same answer of no. Finally I came
to my last dime.
Despairingly I picked up your paper and read
the publicity about the “lonesome hearts club",
or the Dime Crawl as you call it this year, where
you could go for ten cents.
I gathered together my pennies and went. Well
sir, I found a girl lovelier than a four point at the
end of spring term. She revived my spirit, I
made the round for jobs again, and got so many
I couldn’t take care of them all. Now we are
planning a little home something on the order of
the College Side so we can entertain.
If I had not had the foresight to put my last
dime where it would do the most good, I never
would have been in the position I am in today. I
heartily endorse the Dime Crawl, and I would
like to recommend it to any other fellows who
may be in the same despair class that I was. Mine
is a true life story.
TOM COLLEGE (Joe's Brother)
In ease the campus wants to know
The nows that's never new
We'll try a little poetry
Concerning Sickma Flu.
Miss Bradley is our morning nurse
She waits on us till noon,
And theu she is succeeded by
A handsome Lass—Miss Fryne.
Miss Muller’s duty is at night
(She puts the boys to sleepi;
When Lethe everyone evades,
She helps us count our sheep.
The docs are really very swell
(They now arrange it so
When anybody asks to leave
A phonograph says “No").
Our education doesn’t lag'
Tho’ learning’s not the rule,
The classes have no special hours,
But yet we go to school.
The Music school is doing fine
(Or fair in any ease).
Bill Marsh professes alto while
Hal Haener holds the bass.
A study section's hold each day
To organize the boys,
So after ten, when lights are out
The freshmen “can the noise."
Psychology's among our schools,
G. Williams leads the group.
Explains the mental hazards of
His next-door neighbor's croup.
The humor section drives us to
The depths of dull despair.
When Pengra with his "funny' jokes
Contaminates the air.
Wo read without a frown.
Experience has taught us how
To shake the damn things down.
And so you sec wo have out fun
With flu and ague and gout
When Christmas rolls ar >un i igain
We hope to gosh we're out!
H. RIDEM RAGGED
(Editor’s Note: The characters in this story are purely
fictitious. Any similarity to actual persons, either living or
dead, is entirely coincidental.)
-“Death in Deady Hall’’
Neither the night nor the storm made the slightest impression on
Tom Masters. He was whistling softly to himself as he strode up
the winding walk from the Alpha Delta sorority.
Like some old weather-beaten sea captain, he seemed to defy the
wrath of the elements. A determined grin was his only answer to the
angry roar of the rain. And well might Tom Masters have been a sea
captain, for all of his appearance—slightly over six feet of steely
brawn and muscle was he, leathery skinned, with black tousled hair
that looked better uncombed than otherwise, shining black eyes, and
a mouth that continually smiled at the corners.
But it cannot be said with any degree of assurance that Tom Masters
was whistling defiance to the elements, for it is doubtful that he was
thinking of elements. Possibly he
was not thinking at all; the work
ings of Master’s brain on Saturday
nights were something strange and
mysterious not able to be explained
in words—for it was then he saw
Radiantly beautiful she had been
this evening. Honey Lorraine’3
I beauty was something indescrib
| able, divine, heaven itself, he de
; cided. And the echo of her last
I words seemed still to purr in hi3
j “I guess I’m still sort of goofy
! about you, Tom," she had said.
Crash! A blinding flash lit the
| northern sky. Thunder rolled away
into eternity. Down crashed the
rain, sweeping the streets, lashing
at his face.
“She loves me,” Tom sighed.
From far in the distance the
agonizing howl of a stray clog
! poured a tale of death into the
I roar of the storm,
i “Her voice is the like the tinkle
of an elfin bell. Maybe I ought to
marry her,” he mused. Then, as
an afterthought, “Jeeps, college
sure is a lot of fun.”
Blocks later, Tom put out his
hand and discovered the rain. He
turned his coat collar up and a
trickle of water rolled down his
spine. At the corner of Thirteenth
and University streets, he turned
right, passed Friendly hall, then
on by the Oregon pioneer toward
Deady hall was Tom's favorite
building on the campus. Its rustic
arched windows and ivy-covered
walls were bathed in an atmos
phere of mystery and fascination
that filled a definite place in his
mind. On many nights before this,
Tom had delayed his walk home
from work on the college paper,
the Daily Emerald, to stand in ad
miration before the greystone edi
fice and every occasion brought to
liis lips the same inescapable
I bought —1"What a peach of a spot
for a murder.”
romgnc as no stood in the som
ber shade of the aging- building
under the two great spreading
trees before it, with lightning
flashing intermittently above, the
thought was even more compelling.
Had he seen something move in
the old building? Minutes he stood
there, alone, wrapped in the black
of the night. At first he thought
it was only his imagination at play,
but the second time he suddenly
knew it was real.
There could be no mistake. A
shadow-like form had twice passed
by the window of the second floor
hall, the last time carrying a flick
ering light, probably a candle.
“What earthly business couid
anyone have .... ?" The words
stuck in. his throat as a shrieking
cry from inside the hall pierced
the roar of the storm—a cry of
terror and death.
Tom bounded up the steps to
the front door. It was locked. A
moment later he was at the west
entrance. Locked also.
“Jeeps, I’ve got to get in there,”
his thoughts ran in excitement. "I
wonder if the basement door . . .”
It was. Tom slipped inside and
noiselessly made his way along the
dark musty hall to the bottom of
the east staircase. Here he stop
ped. Except for the muffled splash
of water running down from the
roQf, the only sound was the heavy
beat of his heart. Cat-like he
sneaked up through the darkness
to the first floor.
Again Tom thought it might
have been his imagination that
brought a soft swishing sound
from somewhere above. Inch by
inch, he continued his ascent. First
impression on reaching the top
landing and the second floor was
of a strange odor in the air. Sec
ond, the door of the zoology lab
oratory moved slightly. It was
Tom stepped up to the threshold,
hesitated a brief minute, then
swung the door inward. The odor
Cautiously he moved forward.
Had his eyes not riveted on a
vague shape stretched out on the
floor a few yards in front of him,
he would have seen the dark hood
ed figure move with lightning-like
speed from behind the door. He
started to turn, but too late—
A black arm swung down in a
mighty arc and darkness blotted
* * *
(HAS TOM MASTERS MET
THE BLACK MENACE? READ
EPISODE TWO OF “BLACK
MENACE” IN WEDNESDAY'S
By JACK TOWNSEND
Tonight’s Best Bets
<5:30 p. in.— Packard Hour—
7:30 p. in.— Jimmie l'idlcr—
8:15 p. m.—Vox Pop—KGW.
9:00 p. in.—A1 Pearce—KOIN.
“Professors" Block and Sully
will make a return engagement on
the Oakie College program. Since
the professors’ lecture on how to
use your leisure time made such a
hit on their first broadcast, they
have worked out a new lecture
that will be of interest to every
student of the Oakie College.
Benny Goodman and Georgie Stoll
will provide the musical side of
the program. KOIN-6:SO.
A marriage by telegraph will be
In Romantic Tragedy
S'. ' "V
1‘l.iytnj’ the leading roles in Shakespeare's famous romantic tra
gedy will he Leslie Howard and Norma shearer, above. The show will
he here at the McDonald theater beginning l'riday. V prue will be
awarded the campus living organization having the best attendance.
the feature of the Old Ranger’s |
story this evening. Sun Lee, the
only Chinese telegrapher ever in,
California will be • the center of!
the story. It sounds like it ought
to be pretty good.—KGW-9:00.
Of course this being Tuesday j
night, we have Fred Astaire and j
Charlie Butterworth with us i
again. This time Charlie is open- 1
ing his own detective agency, as
trusty steed, Rasputin, as yet. }
(Why don’t you try the glue .
works, Charlie). In Fred’s own i
words, “he is really going to
go to town tonight.’’—KGW
Short Circuits. . . .
Pete Pringle, KNX r):ws ar, <
nouncer, told a complimentary
story about Walter Winchell the
other night and immediately after
the broadcast got a phone call
from that illustrious gentleman
(?).... Joe Per.ner broke the
ground Sunday for his new home
and baseball field he is building in
Beverly Hills. . . . Mary Living
ston collapsed Sunday evening
after the Jack Benny broadcast
for the east coast—Sticking to the
old tradition of “the show must go
on’’ she came back for the 8:30j
Pacific coast broadcast. . . . Harry
(Parkyakarkus) Einstein' was I
married last Sunday evening, Ed
die Cantor missed the ceremony
because of his east coast broad
cast at 5:00 p. m. . . .
Well, so long, more tomorrow.
as well as
Ballet It u s s e
p e r f o rmance.
came when just as curtain went
up ail escaped ray of light about
two feet square poured down,
singled out row three, and play
ed merry sunbeams for many
minutes on some bald gentle
Also entertaining was scene of
middle-aged lady standing on main
floor and I’equesting opera glasses
from daughter in seat twelve rows
up. She explained why in a loud
stage whisper, “We can't see their
cute little toeses without the
Another sidelight was Woody
Truax still looking proud on Mon
day after being the only campus
male to go out to dinner with one
of the ballerinasa.
. Comes a Letter to the column.
Feeling a bit shy about this,
but realizing that feminine
nominations are in order, I take
this opportunity to mention two
shining examples of that so
called clean-cut manner, certain
smoothness and neatness-rolled
into-one quality; Bill Courtney
and Johnny Lewis.
Sincerely, A Quacks Fan.
Send in your nominations, co
eds. Give to any Emerald reporter
or pin on Shack bulletin board.
% # *1*
JJUCK TRACKS .... Full of
spirit, (Sonic suspicious per
son just suggested that spirits
would be the better word) ath
letic Ballerinas did ail right at
the Limp Sat. eve. . . . Believe
it or not La McCall is still in
school too. . . . Surprisingly good
was vocalizing by Sniokey \\ hit
field. Particularly impressing
was his take-off on Ted Lewis.
Localized wording of this num
ber was excellent. . . .
Best rally speaker on the campus
in several years is Athletic Man
ager Ar.se Cornell. He's sincere,
yet knows how to appeal to emo
tions. . . . Personal nomination for |
Joe College personified from top to
toe is Lew Cook. Wrong guess, j
says Iguesso. Explanation is that
Cook has no coonskin. . . . Peggy
ancl Bob Lucas, looking extraor-.
dinarily happily married were
week-end visitors on the campus.
Ditto for couple of a week Velma
(nee "Dusty" Farnham) and Bob!
.Vilen. . . Lucas rates former Em
5 raid editor Sterling Green as
Portland's ace reporter.
One, two, change your shoe
might have been sung to EAM
Ralph Schomp Sunday night
when he appeared in Seymour's
with a different kind of shoe on
each foot. ... If you like love
in its sloppily sentimental as
pects don’t miss Camille at the
Mac. Garbo looks older, hag
gish. Action isn’t, love scenes
are all the time. Birding, not
weeping, has greeted most tear
ful dramatizations. . . . Today’s
sparkling eyes are those of
Francis Johnston, Gamma Phi. .
. .Quack, thirty, quack.
No man works at TAVLOK’S. ndv.
SKIPS £h JUMPS
By ORVAL HOPKINS
PATURDAY night, or Sunday
morning early, some wiser who
iiad had a few drinks and didn’t
:are who knew it woke me up. I
am asked to remark that this
wiser also woke up my little friend
who became very profane about the
matter. I don't know who this per
son was who was unduly making
such an ass of himself, and I don’t
What’s more, I’m not setting
myself up as a judge of what,
where, or whow the college boys
do their drinking. The business
of judging all that has been go
ing on as long as the lads have
been swilling it.
Nevertheless there was the very
loud person who woke us up with
prodigious bellows of how much
money he was spending taking out
the witches and what they were
and why. Also there was our erst
while hero who did so nobly for
himself and the University at the
ball game Saturday night.
It's very laughable—sometimes.
"TOUT right now we’re in a pecu
liar spot. We’re in a place
where there aren’t so many gen
erations of college people before
us. In other words, not too many
of those who see the undergrad
uate staggering loudly, uncouthly,
crudely down the street can re
member the time when they did
the same. Therefore, we, as col
lege students, can get away with
murder for a few years yet.
But after we grow up and get
out and the next generation
grows up and gets out, and so
on, then the anything-goes stuff
won’t be so cute to us. We'll
know then, and we'll probably
cry like hell about it too, that
it’s not the amount of likker the
student consumes in college that
When this “boys will be boys’’
attitude of the general public to
day has given way to the realiza
tion that the selfsame attitude is
being taken advantage of, then
there’ll be a few more socks in the
puss and not so much noise—
* * *
I'LL go back right here and say
I’m not against the boys and
girls taking a snort now and then.
Lots of your most admired men
and women are not averse to a
wee one now and then, or even a
bender on occasion. Grant that al
cohol is not the best thing in the
world for the system, still those
who take it easy will admit that
its virtues have it on the vices.
That’s when you take it slow
and easy. The boys I refer to
were not taking it easy and
neither was the bum down on
Market street who siothered all
over himself and couldn’t get off
his hands and knees. He started
ir. low but he didn’t know when
to quit and likewise the lads
CfTr o n1gf§m e ral ft
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By EDGAR C. MOORE
HEILIG: “More Than a Sec
MCDONALD: “Camille” and
“Buildo<; Drummond Escapes.”
STATE: “Dance Band” and
“The President’s Mystery.”
KEN': “Ramona” and “Murder
MAYFLOWER: “Rainbow on
Camille! Given a good build-up
and with Robert Taylor and Greta
Garbo, yet it was to me one of the
most unappealing films seen this
It’s of the tragedy-love class
with appeal to the high school girl
for its love plot and to much older
women for the heart-rending tra
gedy. I say heart-rending, not for
myself, but for the women.
Being neither a high school girl
nor a “much older woman,’’ I found
nothing to interest me except sev
eral technical slips.
The plot does not seem to be
good enough for Garbo. She is a
good actress and has made some
real pictures, but she’s not my
Robert Taylor seems to be very
much miscast. His style is too
twentieth centuryish for the
Dumas’ love story! He doesn’t
bowl me over either. Maybe it's
jealously. The fairer sex, it is gen
erally known, doesn’t mind him a
But! Lionel Barrymore was very
acceptable. His presence kept me
I hope that I haven't scared any
one, but I went in what to me was
a very receptive moode and also
due to curiosity aroused by so
many pro and con comments.
Therefore: If the college man,
the gentleman, and the human
derelict start at three different
places to do their drinking, the
college man and the derelict do it
in public. The gentle person may
get just as drunk, but he does it
under a roof and behind a door.
The roof and the door maybe aw
fully close to the street, but
they’re not right on it.
>V illiam Shakespeare’
with JOHN BARRYMORE
And Big Cost
M*0-M s triumphant production ot the
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beyond words . . . thrilling beyond
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