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Day editor: Bob Emerson Night Editors: Bill Davenport Jack Bryan Assistant day editors: Lucille Davis Elbert Hawkins Assistants: Betty Bohnenkamp Mary Notos 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 view. 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 land. 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 altogether. 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 issue. 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? Campus Comment (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) LESS BOOING 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. Ubiquitous thermometers 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! An Inmate !Black Menace! T T By H. RIDEM RAGGED EPISODE ONE r (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 HER. 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 ! car 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 Deaciy hall. 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 partly open. Tom stepped up to the threshold, hesitated a brief minute, then swung the door inward. The odor was stronger. 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 his brain. * * * (HAS TOM MASTERS MET THE BLACK MENACE? READ EPISODE TWO OF “BLACK MENACE” IN WEDNESDAY'S EMERALD.) V I Tune ’er Out... By JACK TOWNSEND Tonight’s Best Bets <5:30 p. in.— Packard Hour— KGW. 7:30 p. in.— Jimmie l'idlcr— KGW. 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 6:30. 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. QUAC K By IGUESSO 'HUCK LES, as well as cultural enjoy ment, came from Saturday’s Ballet It u s s e p e r f o rmance. Regular ses sions provided latter, intermis sions former. First laugh 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 man’s head. 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 glasses, darling.” 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. Dear Iguesso: 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. Hop’s 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 particularly care. 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 counts. 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— maybe. * * * 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 The Oregon Daily Emerald, official Btudent publication of the University of Oregon, Eugene, published daily during the college year exvept Sundays, Mon days, holidays, examination periods, the fifth day of December to January 4, except January 4 to 12, annd March 6 to March 22, March 22 to March 30. Entered as second-class matter at the postoffice, Eugene, Oregon. Subscrip tion rate, $3.00 a year. BUSINESS STAFF Circulation Manager.Caroline Hand Asst. Jean Farrens Frances Olson.Executive Secretary Copy Service Department Manager ...Venita Brous National Advertising Manager .Patsy Neal ....Assistant: Eleanor Anderson. Collection Manager.Reed Swenson Tuesday advertising manager: Walter Naylor; Assistants: Ruth Ketchum, Jean Farrans rOOT ■ Lights By EDGAR C. MOORE 1 HEILIG: “More Than a Sec retary.” MCDONALD: “Camille” and “Buildo<; Drummond Escapes.” STATE: “Dance Band” and “The President’s Mystery.” KEN': “Ramona” and “Murder With Pictures.” MAYFLOWER: “Rainbow on the River.” 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 year. 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 type. 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 bit. But! Lionel Barrymore was very acceptable. His presence kept me awake. 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. previously mentioned. 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. rnttie >V illiam Shakespeare’ with JOHN BARRYMORE And Big Cost M*0-M s triumphant production ot the _ il greatest love story of all time!... Exciting beyond words . . . thrilling beyond description . . . mighty beyond your fondest dreams...It will ^main forever emblazoned in your memory!. 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