From where I SIT
By CLARE IGOE
K SWAN SONG
C Well, kiddies, this is it.
The end, the last round-up—
f Fini.
| For the last time this poor old
J fuddled brain will grope for
f choice bits that might interest
| the six of you and
t for the last time these poor old
| hand will fumble over the
J keys of the shack’s broken-down,
f weak-ribboned typewriters.
| Probably it won’t hurt your
{ feelings any, you ingrates.
| But to me it’s sad.
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(It’s sad because here it is the
end of the year and this is my
| last column and I’ve said prac
j tically none of the things
I I wanted to say.
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You know, writing a column has
plenty of drawbacks. In the
first place you have to take a
few cracks at people every now
] and again if you want to keep
| things lively and relieve the
| monotony of pouring out your
£ own thoughts about things—
POLLOCK'S
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“No more columns—
No more books—
No more Mattingly’s
Anglished looks—”
Oh, the hell with it. Thirty.
and there are always the times
you don’t have any thoughts.
The worst thing, though, is that
you have to take cracks at
perfect strangers.
Now I don’t mind insulting my
friends at all; in fact that is one
of the greatest satisfactions I
get out of life.
But it is very embarrassing
indeed to be introduced to
someone with whom you may
have been a bit vicious and have
them greet you with such
remarks as “you are the kind of
person who finds poison in his
food,” and similar pleasantries.
Not only is it not conducive to
happy conversation but it makes
you feel like an A-l rat.
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In the second place you never
get around to saying all the
things you want to.
For instance, I’Ve been meaning
all year to say that none of you
should leave the University
without taking a course from
Stevie Smith and Dr. Ernst;
and lots of times I’ve started a
column about the shack’s
beloved George Turnbull and
gievn it up because I couldn’t
do him justice.
Oh, there are any number of
things I should like to have
written about, and didn’t,
thinking there’d be time later.
And now there isn’t.
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Well, this is too long—even for a
last word.
Goodbye all—and good luck!
Varsity Tennis
(Continued from page six)
ed Idaho, Washington State, Gon
zaga, Oregon Normal, Linfield Col
lege (twice), Willamette Univer
sity (twice) and Oregon State,
j Play 4-All Tie
The Ducks were tied 4 to 4 by
Paul McBride’s celebrated super
varsity squad, and lost contests to
Oregon State and Washington. The
Ducks split their annual series
with the Beavers.
This Saturday, the Webfoots will
Wind up their conference duties
when four picked men journey to
Seattle with Coach Paul Washke to
take part in the northwest confer
ence meet. Those who will make
the trip north will probably be
Washke’s two doubles teams com
posed of Captain Larry Crane and
Bill Zimmerman, No. 1 combina
tion, and Les Werschkul and Ells
worth Ellis, No. 2 duet.
All four men will enter the
singles tournament as well as com
peting in the doubles matches. The
results of the conference embrog
lio will have no effect on the dual
meet standing, but the Webfoots
will have a chance to take some of
the conference individual cham
pionships.
Although none of the Oregon
men are conceded a chance to an
nex the singles crown, the Webfoot
No. 1 doubles team has an excellent
chance to walk off with top honors.
Zimmerman and Crane are prob
ably the best paired men in the
conference and should make a
stiong bid for the doubles crown.
THREE INITIATED INTO BGS
Three persons were initiated into
Beta Gamma Sigma, business ad
ministiation honorary, at a meeting
in Gerlinger last night. Those
initiated are Luther Seibert, Karl
Wester, Hideo Kajakawa.
SCHOLARSHIP KEYS
Sigma Delta Chi scholarship
keys have been awarded to four
Oregon journalists. They are Le
Roy Mattingly, Louise Aiken, Mar
garet Ray, and Kenneth Kirtley.
Friday Afternoon
(Continued from page one)
fern procession around the statue
of the Pioneer Mother, and a twi
light concert of the Women’s Cho
ral group of Eugene in Gerlinger
hall at 8 p.m.
University Band Director John
Stehn will direct the University or
chestra in concert in the Sunken
Gardens back of the music school
at 3 p.m. Sunday. In case of rain,
the concert will be held in the audi
torium.
Edward Maslin Hulme, professor
of history at Stanford university,
will give the address at the bacca
laureate services in McArthur court
Sunday evening at 8.
Martin to Greet
Before the final address by Dr.
Donald M. Erb and conferring of
degrees to graduates, greetings
from the Oregon state administra
tion will be brought by Governor
Charles H. Martin. Ed Sammons,
representative of the state board of
higher education, will also greet
the graduates.
Willard L. Marks, chairman of
the board, will formally install the
new president, who will address
students on “The Companionship
of Learning and Life.”
Fund-Raising
(Continued from page one)
lowing article clipped from the In
diana Daily Student:
“The University of Oregon’s
‘Junior Weekend’ is reputed to be
the biggest, most popular event on
that school’s social calendar. Tra
ditionally, the fun begins with an
all-university luncheon on the Sat
urday before Mother’s day.
“Everyone attends, but with the
penalty of being ducked in the
campus pond for speaking to the
student members of the opposite
sex. When the ban is lifted, Mortar
Board and Friar club pledging, a
baseball game and tug of war pre
cede the annual Junior prom. The
weekend is topped off with an elab
orate canoe fete in which houses en
ter floats, powered only by student
swimmers."
LEROY MATTINGLY, Editor
WALTER R. VERNSTROM, Manager
•LLOYD TUPLING, Managing Editor
Associate Editor*: Paul Deutschtnann, Clare Igoe.
Editorial Board: Darrel Ellis, Bill Peace, Margaret Ray, Edwin Robbins, A1 Dickhart, Kenneth Kiitley, Bernardine Bowman.
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Elbert Hawkins, Sports Editor Martha Stewart, Women’s Editor Alyce Rogers, Exchange Editor
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Lew Evans, Assistant Managing Editor Rita Wright, Society Editor John Biggs, Ghief Night Editor
The Oregon Daily Emerald, official student publication of the University of Oregon, published daily during the college year
except Sundays, Mondays, holidays and final examination periods. Entered as Becond-class mail matter at the postffice, Eugene,
Oregon.
And So the Happy Ever-After
^^ELL, Dutch, this is your last night as
associate editor of The Emerald. I point
this out not because I believe it should sad
den you but simply because it is.
You’re going on into the editorship. When
next The Emerald appears it will be under
your guidance—as Volume XL.
When this job was suddently tossed into
my lap in the middle of last spring term from
the capable hands of Fred Colvig, I saw no
reason for a rousing statement of editorial
policy—at no time since has the great revela
tion come to me, so the paper has existed for
approximately 140 issues without a declara
tion of official aims. For a purposeless paper
I sometimes think we have done rather well.
But all this is beside the point, for what
I have been trying to say is that I believe
that a binding, general committment is a
dangerous thing and that the action a paper
takes in each issue is, if the principle is con
sistent, more expressive in the aggregate than
a thousand words. To attempt to reconstruct
that implied policy now would be to yield
to the temptation of futile redundance; to
attempt to set forth a set of rules and advise
you to follow them would be poor taste—and
equally futile.
# $$
jgUT some sort of summary seems to be
required. College editors are supposed to
round out their “terms” with the proper
touch of sentiment and a great display of wis
dom. Wishing to lay claim to neither, I’ll
make my final remarks in the form of scat
tered reminiscences addressed to you—take
them for what they’re worth. It won’t be
much.
With these lines the fortieth year of The
Emerald is brought to a close. The wheezes
and rattles fo this typewriter tonight are
sounding the knell of the four-year Emerald
career of this writer.
Naturally I undertook this job with a great
deal of trepidation. For me, the ghosts of
Editors Bill Phipps, Bob Lucas, and Colvig
still stalk the shack. They were my great
men. They still are and as I write this, there’s
a qualm in me that I have not fulfiilled the
trust they placed in my hands or served The
Emerald as I might have.
Of one thing, though, I was sure. That was
that the University of Oregon was, when all
was said and done, a truly great institution—
that its administrators were tolerant and its
professors enlightened and its spirit, although
not as noisy and as easily produced as that
of some schools, was deeper and sounder than
most.
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editor of a college daily is exposed to
much information, much of it decidedly
derogatory, about the institution his paper
serves. He is forced to make numerous pain
ful decisions. If his faith is not backed with
solid reasoning and an understanding deep
enough to permit him calm evaluation of such
discrepancies, he is foredoomed .to skepticism
■—or, rather, to cynicism.
My year was no exception^ Problems came
at me thick and fast.
My one conviction was not convertea from
the cider of faith to the vinegar of cynicism.
Increasing familiarity with the school ^and its
personalties has renewed faith, not dared con
tempt or scorn.
It’s a firmly established corollary to this
conviction of mine—and I confess it not with
out some pride—that The Emerald has played
a major part in steering the growth and de
velopment of Oregon so that it has become
the sound institution it is today.
JN the four years, The Emerald has exercised
the critical function of a newspaper far
more than most college dailies. It’s been
frank to the point of indiscretion. It’s print
ed things which did not reflect to the credit of
existing conditions .at the University. I say
“existing conditions” advisedly, for often the
evils could be and were remedied. Editorial
silence, comfortable as it' would have been,
might have permitted them to live on. Occa
sionally the extraction of an evil has been
extremely painful at the moment but the Uni
versity is sound today because something,
often The Emerald, forced it to face an un
pleasant condition and remedy it.
It is with the sense of leaving a task
which would never be done that I turn this
office and all it represents over to you, Dutch.
The dominance of situations in which I believe
I have failed over those in which I believe
myself to have been triumphant forces upon
me an unwanted humbleness. There^fiio pro
test against the decisions of'time. All •you can
do is fight out -while the" problem^ ‘are at
hand—and you’re inevitably ...going to find
yourself thrust into a cauldron pf combat if
you pursue firmly the convictions which seem
honest to your mind, no matter what they are.
Take The Emerald away, Dik'd). 1 hope
you believe as firmly as I do that its a pretty
fine paper, worthy of representing this Uni
versity- " ’ " L. M. .
The
BANDWAGON
By BILL CUMMINGS
Student soldiers representing
the ROTC units at Oregon and
Oregon State will meet this af
ternoon at the fairgrounds in a
competitive drill, competing for
a trophy whose significance is
probably known by no one bet
ter than by its donor, Governor
Charles H. Martin.
When Governor Martin prof
fered the trophy to the two
schools earlier in the year, an
nouncing a plan for an annual
competitive drill between picked
units from each institution, he
probably had no realization of
the importance of the thing he
was doing. No doubt it was a
non-political gesture, growing
out of the governor’s intense
interest in military training and
natural desire»to promote the
quality of this training in Ore
gon.
Later, during the height of
the gubernatorial campaign, an
issue was. made of the manner
in which the trophy was paid
for, and this issue, coming as it
did at a psychological time,
might have been a deciding fac
tor in Governor Martin’s defeat
in the primaries. No one will
ever know just how many votes
the governor lost -when the
press announced that the ROTC
trophy was being1 paid for out of
state funds instead of out of
Martin’s pocket.
No matter how logical Gover
nor Martin’s refutation of the
issue might have been, the issue
served to over-emphasize the
governor’s interest in .military
science. The expense of the tro
phy, being paid for out of public
funds, coupled with the expense
of bringing Oregon State’s “ar
my” to Eugene for the demon
stration today, probably queered
a good many voters.
So the winner of the trophy
this afternoon will possess
something very dear to Gover
nor Martin.