Pollock's FOLLY
By BOB POLLOCK
TONIGHT, NEIGHBORS, I don’t feel so good. The center of
my grief seems to lie in the pit of my stomach where a rectangular
object of about the size and consistency of an anvil trimmed with
old razor blades refuses to disperse and be digested.
The reason for my malady is, as nearly as I can estimate, my
insane desire for cream puffs, by the pound, if you please. It has
never been my fortune to own enough money to buy all the cream
puffs I could eat at even half a sitting. I therefore concluded this
term to get at least one practical thing out of my university educa
tion and learn to cook ’em.
Pursuing this desire in what I thought was the logical direction
I signed up with the home economics people for what they advertised
to be a course in camp cookery. Let me say now that I had no
notion of what camp cookery included or I would still be buying
my cream puffs at a nickel each whenever I could spare the money.
My impression of a home economics course was one in which
beautiful young women fell all over themselves when anything male
showed up. I figured that outside of the janitor I would probably
be the only masculine article in the home ec shack. This, I thought,
was going to be fun.
UNFORTUNATELY—and this was merely disillusionment No.
1—the class was filled to the brim with husky males, most of them
twice my size. I am what I am and neither the good Lord nor
spinach by the case can make me any larger.
Well, I thought, if there are no women in the class I shall at
least have the pleasure of shortly baking great quantities of cream
puffs interspersed with steaks and chops. The University will fur
nish the food, I will cook it with a bit of help, and there won’t be
any question about who will eat it.
The other night—Wednesday to be exact—we had our first regu
lar class. It started out very lovely with Miss Wood, our instruc-*
toress, giving us a beautiful pep talk which but stimulated our
appetites. It was only shortly before we donned our aprons to
descend upon the kitchen for the grub that I learned we were to
cook.
BRIEFLY, and in words of one syllable, our meal for the evening
was to consist of: 1. Stewed rhubarb. I hater it. I have never liked
it. 2. Poached eggs on toast. I come from a farm and had bred in
me from birth, hatred of the crow of the rooster and the cackle
of a hen. I can’t even stand a feather pillow—even if they use
duck feathers to stuff it. 3. Cocoa. This is palatable although milk
is much better. It was the first ray of light up to date. Butl the
worst was yet to come. The entree, the piece de resistance—what
ever that means—was nothing less than mush. Right here I would
like to indicate as strongly as possible that the only time the
word “mush” has any pleasant connotations to me is when it is
associated with an Eskimo and a team of huskies. I hit^p never
eaten mush, nor rhubarb, nor poached eggs on toast.
Yet before the evening was over I ate them—with a smile on
my face. The reason for the change is simple: You start the class
at five, the prof lectures for an hour and then they turn you loose
in the kitchen. By seven-thirty, if you are lucky, you have your
grub done and in the interim you have worn yourself to a frazzle
keeping the collection from burning.
I tell you, neighbors, by seven-thirty you are hungry enough to
eat boiled Ethiopian, en casserole or on the hoof.
All I hope is that the lump is gone out of my stomach by Wed
nesday. There’s a bare chance we may graduate to actual honest
to-Peter food next period.
Prize Essay Contest
Stays Open to May 1
Almost a month remains in
which to enter the annual Philo
Bennett essay contest, announced
George Turnbull, chairman of the
faculty committee in charge of
the contest last night. The dead
line for entries has been set for
May 1.
Essays are to be written on the
general subject of "An Armament
Policy for the United States.” The
word limit is 5,000. The commit
tee announced that the essays
should approximate this set limit.
Prizes for the contest are $25
and $15, Turnbull said. Three
copies of the entries are to be sub
mitted along with a bibliography.
Faculty members are requested to
announce the contest in their clas
ses, the chairman said.
Classes Split
(Continued from page one)
also call for creation of a central
election committee, composed of
class presidents and ASUO offi
cers.
Election Board Appointed
Each president would appoint an
election board to handle his par
ticular election. It was here that
an objection was raised, with a
motion being made by a sophomore
to have each presidential candi
date name three members of the
board, the class pfesiderft to name
the chairman. The motion was
passed after a short discussion.
The sophomore constitution was
also amended to hold nominations
the fourth Thursday in April, in
stead of the third as previously
stated. This will allow one week
until election day.
Schumacher Cites
(Continued from page tzvo)
is another question. If she ob
jects, France would probably side
, in with her.”
In that case, the professor re
marked, England would stand
aside and watch for developments.
Asked if England' -would not lose
considerable prestige by so doing,
he replied, ‘‘Her prestige is very
low anyway, isn’t it?”
‘‘Of course,” he concluded, “try
ing to predict what is going to
happen in Europe is like trying to
predict next week’s weather.”
WEBER GETS PARK JOB
Stepping from school into a pay
ing position is Herschel W. Weber,
who will receive his bachelor de
gree in landscape architecture in
June.
Weber, who has completed his
work at the University, left Tues
day for Marshfield to act as land
scape architect for a new city
park.
PREXY TO SPEAK
President Donald M. Erb will
speak on “Wages and Prices”., be
fore the Portland City club at a
Friday noon luncheon at the Ben
son hotel in Portland.
MYSTERY
HISTORY
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By
GLENN HASSELROOTH
Appearing on local news
stands yesterday for the first
time was Ken, described by the
publishers as a magazine which
will reveal “the insider’s world.’’
Of Esquire size, but without
that periodical’s bulk or con
tent, Ken makes up in preten
tiousness what it may lack in
consummate worth.
The cover, colorfully repro
ducing the fierce face of a na
tive of Morocco, illustrates the
magazines leading article, “The
Coming Moroccan Revolt.’’ Oth
er articles worthy of attention
include items by Paul de Kruif
on the combating of venereal
infection, “Exposing the Peril
of Panama,” articles revealing
facts of the Hauptman case,
Manchukuan recognition, and
Hitler’s search for a frau.
Ernest Hemingway, who was
at first to be one of Ken’s edi
tors, writes an article on pres
ent day Spain. In a prominently
placed box, however, the pub
lishers announce that Mr. H. is
not an editor, only a contribu
tor, but that he may become one
if he sees “eye to eye with us on
Ken.” Jay Allen Ls another who
has joined the ranks of “Ken’s
former editors.”
A large section o£ photo
graphs, each illustrating an ar
ticle, is included along with
colored illustrations, mostly
drawn in newpaper political car
toon fashion. Many of these
have captions, plainly stated.
Others have none, and will bear
“reading into.” Each carries a
definite message. To agree or
not to agree ?—it’s up to you.
Leads to read. “Danger is My
Business” by John D. Craig is
a corking good biography by a
deep-sea photographer who is
also a good reporter. There is
excitement on every page, it
avoids the-great-I-am attitude,
and is guaranteed not to bore.
. . . In case you don’t get enough
econ in school, there is a new
approach to economic problems
offered by Harry Scherman in
“The Problems Men Live By.”
It’s 492 pages of good, sound
reasoning to soak up. That is,
if you want good, sound rea
soning on a spring weekend.
In the Mail
LIKES THE BABY
Since you asked readers for
comments on the new format of
the paper—please let me say I
find it splendid. I hope it may
be continued. It makes easier
reading, it has semed to us.
Evalyn Willcox
(Mrs. W. R. B. Willcox)
Women's Dormitory
Elects New Heads
Mary Alice Hutchins was elected
as the new president for Susan
Campbell hall at the election held
Tuesday ninght. Six girls received
offices.
Other officers elected were:
Helen Patterson, vice-president and
social chairman; Lorraine Gjord
ing, interdorm councillor; Norma
Johnson, treasurer; Harriet Min
tum, secretary; and Helen North,
sergeant-at-arms.
An installation dinner for the
newly-elected officers will be held
Siinday. 1,14 ' ' ' 1
Pink’s Lemon-Aid
By JOHN PINK i
(By Emerald Dramah Editor)
Wednesday night at the dress rehearsal of "Hay Fever” I get
my first glimpse of the latest theatrical innovation—the Intimate
Theater. I liked it.
According to theater tradition, dress rehearsals are always#
lousy, but I didn't take in this rehearsal in order to evaluate the
acting. I was interested in the audience reaction. The room atep
Gerlinger was packed to the last chair, in fact I think I had the
last chair, or else my chair was on its last legs.
The audience encircled the room and the actors held the center.
There is something very satisfactory about this arrangement.
Present in all of us is the desire to see how other people live. Walk
ing down a street at night, I often hesitate in my steps to peer at
some domestic scene in a house which I pass. It is just a. natural
curiosity to know how other people live and act.
And that is the way it is- with the Intimate Theater. You sit
around the room just as if you are present at someone’s home—■
invisible—while they go through the every day routine of living.
The feeling of the theater is lost entirely. There are no footlights',
no fancy back drops, and the heavy makeup evident in many stage
productions is missing. It is just as if the Joneses are fighting again
next, door, and you want like everything to be over there and see
if old' man Jones really does beat his wife. Well, in the Intimate
Theater, you're there.
There was a comfortable, friendly feeling" in the air at Ger
linger that night. Just like one big happy family watching it.*9
more talented members go through their paces.
The Intimate Theater style of production puts a. much higher
premium on good acting, I think. There is no off stage from which
an actor can be prompted, and if he forgets his lines he really ha»
to ad lib with a great deal of nonchalance. On the whole the acting
in “Hay Fever” the night of the dress rehearsal was good, and, 1
thought, excellent in several instances.
Going in the other direction, if acting is bad in this kind of
production, it has a much better opportunity to smell up the place
than on a regular stage.
Another thing I like about the Intimate setup is that everything,
actors and audience, are on one level. The actors aren't on a pedes
tal, as it were, for us to admire and gasp at, but they are right in
front of us—people in the front seats can reach out and touch
them. You don’t feel divorced from the players, but you feel almost
as a part of the production. And it is a delicious, .intimate feeling,
especially if you think the stage is a glamorous place.
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I don't, believe that the Intimate Theater is just a novelty or
fad. I ani convinced that it has a distinct place iri the modern
theatrical world. It is an excellent vehicle for presenting drama tf>
small, select audiences, an excellent mechanism for testing the
mettle of the actors, and a thoroughly excellent medium for get
ting the actors to react to the feelings of their audience.
One thing I forgot to mention. After the act is over, the
lights are extinguished, and the room is in utter darkness. And if
I have to tell you what to do in a dark theater when you have
your latest lily along, you shouldn’t go to theaters.
A word about “Hay Fevei\” It’s quite a hilarious number—
just the thing to get across in an Intimate Theater production.
The girl sitting in front of me was in a continual spasm from start
to finish. I didn't think it was quite that funny. But I laughed1.
Guild Theater Players Score New
Triumph in Intimate Production
Bv KENNETH KIRTLEY
With a cast which was very much at home in its strange surround
ings, the University theater’s intimate production of ‘ Hay Fever” wan
enthusiastically received by an unusually responsive audience last
night.
The “intimate” technique has the effect of removing the walla
from an actual room and giving the audience a glimpse of the 13i'i>
within totally unobserved by the
occupants. The spectator is much
closer to the actors than in any
ordinary setup since the seats
start right at the edge of the stage,
and no one is more than three rows
back.
The domestice nature of Noel
Coward's play lends itself espec
ially well to this innovation in pro
duction, and although its plot con
tent is negligible, its sparkling,
pungent wit repeatedly flashes out
to hold the audience’s attention.
Janet Felt as the perpetual ac
tress, Judith Bliss, emoted in grand
style, despite the discrepancy be
tween her actual age and the age
of the character which she wa:>
portraying.
Gerry Smith was delightfully
distressed as the dismayed diplo
mat in the Bliss madhouse, and
Gayle Buchanan was the sloppy
maid right down to the soles of hex*
runover shoes.
The marriage of Edith Faunco
and Wayne E. Tyrell, both gradu
ates of the class of ’35 took place
in Oklahoma City on March 12.
Tyrell is now working for the
federal internal revenue bureau. He
recently completed a CPA course
here and at New York univer
sity.
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