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Emerald Feature Page smobm. A Short, Short] (Story EUROPE By ADRIENNE FLURRY The street was silent. Madeline’s steps were slow, and sometimes, as she passed a familiar doorway, she stretched out her hand as if to touch it and fold into her fin gers the memories it possessed. She held her chin high, and her eyes, as blue as the dress she wore, were steady. Madeline thought that the street did not seem silent nor the fig ures populating it merely frag ments of her imagination. This was home. This was the street up on which she and Ronald had lived, where they had grown up together They had lived next door to each other, and it seemed only yester day that bare-legged and intense they had sat in her music room and listened to her mother plaj Bach and Beethoven and Strauss Later, in the years when thej were in the university, she remem bered that they had sat listening to Ronald’s father, Professor Gol man, talk about philosophers anc art and books. A faint smile came to her lips. They had discussed sc many things in those days. She and Ronald had been so young anc so sure. “Honor, Madeline, is a great thing,” Ronald had declared, hii black eyes flashing. “Without hon or and courage and self-respect life isn’t worth living.” “Don’t forget tolerance, son,’1 Professor Golman had smiled. “I think love is important, too," Madeline had said. "Not just love for your sweetheart or your fam ily, but love of mankind. I think love is the motive behind all great beliefs.” “Really, now?” Ronald had grinned teasingly. She had blushed “Isn't it, Professor Golman?” she had appealed. “Love is very important,” he had replied. “Not that important,” Ronald had denied, frowning while he rea soned it out. She had taken so much foi granted in those days—the church the freedom, the laughter. She hac thought they were things that were and always would be like the coh certs on the grounds at twilight the hum of friendly voices, am later in the peace of silver nights following her friends down thi banks of the river, and crossinf the bridge where Ronald had firs' told her he loved her. She noticed that she had passec the church now and faced the long flat building with its high way: newly built in the village. Shi looked at it without emotion. She had not asked Ronald t( ' stay. Because he had said it wai his duty to go, she had acceptet his decision. She had held his firn brown face between her hands anc XMAS CARDS 11 \s not, too early to order your Christmas cards now. For real ly distinctive and original cards Drop in and see us first. 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MILK CREAM BUTTtEH ICE CREAM * Cottage Cheese J Hilt ter ml Ik Chocolate Milk Orangeade Frozen Foods EUGENE FARMERS CREAMERY Phone 638 Armistice Day Cancels Paper For Tuesday The Emerald’s edition next Tuesday has been cancelled be cause of the Armistice day holi day Monday when the issue would need to go to press, Jim Frost, business manager, an ounced yesterday. Publication will be resumed Wednesday. Only 14 more issues of the Emerald will be published this term as Thanksgiving vaca tion cuts out three, Frost said. said, “God bless you, darling. T’ll be waiting." Remembering, she felt almost physical pain. Waiting—waiting. Oh, God, we fight wars, too, we women. We can't be cowards for we let the men we love be torn from us—we watch them going, gay young brothers and sweet 1 hearts and husbands and try to be brave for their sakes, knowing 1 that perhaps we will never see ' them again. We understand that ' if they do come home, they may be broken, bitter men without the ' purpose in their eyes, the strong, ’ straight figures with which we see them going. Madeline saw that she had al most reached the wall that sur ’ rounded the flat! grey building. 1 She looked around her curiously. It was then that the pressure of 1 the gun pushed against her hard 1 er. She realized that she had al most forgotten it while coming down the old familiar street. She had forgotten the lieutenant whose prisoner she was. He said, “This is it. Wait.” She stopped. The man in the dapper uniform moved from be hind her and the sentinel saluted him. The sentinel looked at her coldlv. “Go on,” the lieutenant com manded. Madeline entered the yard ,and the gate clanked behind her. It was almost sunset and the cobble stoned ground was suffused with color. Beautiful, she thought. A group of men with guns were leaning against the side of the building. They came to attention. “This is the prisoner,” the sol dier said shortly. “Yes sir,” the first man saluted and turned to Madeline. “You have time to change your mind yet,” he said. “Swear allegiance to our leader. Deny your alleged beliefs. You will go free.” Madeline raised her eyes slowly. “No," she answered quietly. “I still believe in honor and courage and self-respect. I think freedom of re ligion and speech are among the greatest gifts of civilization.” She paused a little. “And I love my country. The soldier took out a blindfold. “No, thank you,” Madeline said. “I don’t need one.” He threw it from him impa tiently. “Nearer the wall.” She stepped back. The sunset burst over the wall like splashes of gold and lavender and scarlet from an artist’s brush. It touched her face, surrounded her. "Ready!” the man shouted. The guns leveled. Madeline looked up, beyond the wall. “I remembered what you said, Ronald,” her eyes were warm thinking of him. "I, too, have tried to do what I thought was honor able and courageous.” She smiled. “But you weren't entirely right, dear. Love had a great deal to do with it. Love for what I believed was best. Perhaps, too, because I have been lonely since you went away. Loving you, I want to share your destiny— wherever you are.” “Aim." The guns came up. “Fire." The blast reechoed from the walls. The sunset sank into a crimson ball, and the little blue dress began to turn red. Addition of 23 new teaching posts at University of Texas brings the faculty strength to 584. So Much Of. By KAHANANTII Mr. Joseph Alum, ’30, skipped across Thirteenth street and onto the Hello walk. Rain splashed down all around but what did he care. It was Homecoming', and he had come back to Oregon, his alma mater. Who said this stuff was just a glorious waste of time. A little j tingle crept up his spine. He tripped along the walk, gazing at the pavement as he reminisced. Then just like that it happened. Four husky lads swarmed all over him, grabbed him by the nape of the neck and the seat of the trous ers, and dragged him up the steps of Fenton hall. “Failure to say hello on the Hello walk . . . one hack!” Smack!! “B-b-but, I . . “No excuses . . . don’t you know we’re reviving old traditions around here? Where’ve you been,* any way?” Joe Alum grinned. Inwardly glad, he eased himself more or less painfully down the steps. On and on he wandered, down to Deady, past Villard, up to McClure, in front of Friendly, across Thir teenth, past Johnson up the curved gravel path to University past the men's dorms. The rain had stopped. He gazed up at the brick struc ture. The thing was just red brick, but was a unit in the communal life of the University, his Univer sity. It afforded a place where young men could learn to live to gether in harmony, where they could learn to be congenial, where . . . Splash! A sack full of water shattered and splattered across his face. He had been waterbagged. Joe Alum was burning mad for an instant. But then he yanked out his handkerchief, mopped some of the water out of his eyes, and laughed like a hyena. He was hap py, gloriously happy. Oh happy day! For awhile he was beginning to think that them days were gone forever. Best bets of the weekend: Home coming; Homecoming, Homecom ing, Homecoming!!!! And, oh yes, the Homecoming hop tonight—in formal—-of course, if you want to attract attention, come caged in that lovely formal. * * * Kuin the Bruin in Hayward stadium this afternoon! Both UCLA and Oregon will be thrash ing it out for either team’s first conference win . . . ought to be some brawl! * * * On the air today: Oregon State pulls the WSC Cougar's tail in Corn Valley, KOIN (940 kc), Port land, 1:45 p.m. . . . Down in Palo Alto Stanford’s Indian hacks an other scalp . . . this time it's a I Washington Husky’s, HOW (620 kc.), Portland, 1:45 p.m. For those not attending the Homecoming shuffle, the Hit Par ade over KOIN at 9 p.m., and Bob Crosby’s band at 10:30 p.m. College favorites: 12:05 a.m., Harry James over NBC red to night, just the thing for that after dance bull session. Sunday, the Philharmonic Symphony orchestra, John Babirolii conducting, ovei CBS, 3 p.m. Invitation to Learn ing, discussion of Pascal's “Pen sees,” 4:30 p.m. over CBS. Screen Guild theater—Roger Pryor and guest stars—7:30 p.m. over CBS. “Alma Mater" (Latin for "Be loved Mother") came into colle giate use because a statue of Mary, mother of Christ, is placed over the entrance of Bonn univer sity, Germany. Sinus sufferers are receiving marked benefits from artificial “airplane rides” in an atmospheric i pressure tank at Northwestern university medical school. WELCOME OREGON GRAD! Wishing you a very Successful week-end TYPED PAPERS DEFINITELY HELP TOWARDS BETTER GRADES! RENT A TYPEWRITER—PUT IT TO WORK OFFICE MACHINERY SUPPLY CO. 30 East 11th. Phone 14S „. «ovie usings By MARY ANN CAMPBELL Mayflower — “Dance, Girl Dance” has plenty of possibilities, hut, somehow, nothing much is done about them. It could have been a sort of “Stage Door” on the ballet—but it isn’t. The plot has to do with two dancers, one of whom (Lucille Ball) ends up in burlesque, and the other (Mau reen O’Hara) acts as a foil to Lu cille’s burlesque numbers by as piring to ballet. They both show off their individual schools of dancing neatly. More plot: Louis Hayward divorces his perfectly nice wife, Virginia Fields, falls in love with Maureen O’Sullivan, and just to be perverse, ends up by marrying Lucille Ball. Meanwhile, Ralph Bellamy as the director of the American Ballet (and, by the way, he is pretty inadequate as the director) falls for Maureen O’Sullivan. Maria Ouspenskaya is regal and imposing in her role of helping the girls along. McDonald—“Knute Rockne, All American,” is, as you might sus pect, about football. Pat O’Brien does a convincing and smooth in terpretation of the great Rockne, and his wife Bonnie ably supports him. The games are a large part of the show, and the famous Four Horsemen dash to touchdowns with vim and vigor. If you’re not honestly a football fan, yon won’t have a terribly good time, but if you love and understand the game, by all means don’t pass it up. Running mate to “Knute Rock ne” is “Rangers of Fortune,” a little satire on horse operas that involves Fred MacMurray as an ex-West Pointer who has seen bet ter days, Gilbert Roland as a mus tached Mexicano, and Albert Dek ker as an old prize-fighter who also has seen much better days, and their deeds of daring. In the course of their perambulations, they escape a firing squad, terror ize a Texas frontier village, and adopt a 13-year-old girl whose grandfather has been killed by some “Bad Men.” The 13-year-old is Betty Brewer, Paramount’s most recent find, who possesses possibilities and a great deal of charm. The desapardos are hard on men, tender to the gals, and light-hearted to everybody. They are roistering, swashbuckling, and dashing until you are exhausted, but they manage to be extremely funny about it all. The plot, such as it is, concerns Joseph Schild kraut’s mean and nasty attempts to get rid of all local riff-raff by shooting down the village citizen ry. Rex—“The Great McGinty” is the exception that proves the rule that you have to have big names, a great director and a huge budget to make a good picture. Written and directed by Preston Sturges, who turned out “Strictly Dishon orable” some years ago, “The Great McGinty” tells the story of a bartender in a South American republic, and how he was once governor of a state. Brian Donlevy as McGinty tells a saddened drunk in his bar how it all happened. It seems he once got 37 votes at $2 a vote, and Akim Tamiroff, the Big Boss, notices his possibilities. He helps collect protection money, becomes an alderman, and finds he can be mayor if he gets mar lied. He conveniently falls in love with Muriel Angelus, a widow with two children, who also has ideals. When McGinty becomes governor he acquires some ideals too, but it seems that is NOT the“Thing To Do.” “Safari” attempts the difficult task of making Madeleine Carroll seductive and a Nice Girl at the same time, with the result that it Really? This business of wooing Latin America—and wooing it is—is not a single evening’s affair. It re quires persistent and subtle sere nading. Mere kiss-blowing by poli ticians will not do. South Amer icans have been kissed and court ed by professionals. Playing Ro meo is a new role for Uncle Sam.— Carleton Smith in Esquire. War is the continuation of poli tics by other means.—Karl von Clausewitz. For about two weeks, the clean up campaign (U. of Oregon Frosh elections) was good copy. All the heartbreaks, hatreds, and noble gestures of renunciation were good for a hearty laugh. But like other old jokes, this stuff has ceased to he funny.—In a letter from a reader, Oregon Daily (Emerald. This one is credited to Mark Twain. He was conversing with a French educator, who was criti cizing the woeful lack of history being taught in American schools. “It’s a shame, but some of the American children don't even know who their grandfathers were,” or words to that effect, to which Twain remarked nonchalantly, “Some Frenchmen don't even know who their fathers were.” In America we have created a new race, with healthy physiques, sometimes beautiful bodies, but empty minds—people who have accepted life as an alternation of meaningless routine with insig nificant sensation.—Lewis Mum ford in the Atlantic Monthly. The British nation will ... be considered as the most valuable ally in the world as long as it can be counted on to show the bruality and tenacity in its gov ernment, as well as in the spirit of the broad masses, which en ables it to carry through to vic tory any struggle that it once en ters on, no matter how long such struggle may last . . . —Attribut ed by the London Daily Sketch to Mein Kampf and quoted in Time. Marry by all means. If you get a good wife you will become very happy; if you get a bad one you will become a philosopher—and that is good for every man!—Soc rates, quoted in the Golden Book and Readers Digest. misses fire on all sides. The story concerns Miss Carroll going on a trip into the jungle with Tullio Carminati and Douglas Fairbanks Jr. When Carminati spends all his time bagging specimens, Miss Car roll tries to make him jealous by flirting with Fairbanks. Every thing ends up very beautifully, but somehow, it doesn’t seem to mat ter very much if she gets married to one or the other or even both. CLASSIFIED ADS • Lost GOLD CHARM bracelet some where on campus Friday night. Reward. Betty Pratt, phone 1309. WELCOME ALUMS! Hair Styling Our Specialty MILL’S BEAUTY SALON 693 Willamette. Ph. 1040 YES! We are catering to homecoming week. W. G. Brown Sole Owner Our B r e a d carries the Bakers’ Seal of Ac ceptance. We use nothing but the best ingredients. Try our new Vita Meal non - fattening bread. Sally Ann’s Bakery 691 High St. Phone 238 _ All-American Paul Robeson Played All Grid Positions, Elected to Phi Beta Kappa By BOB FLAVELLE Sports Co-editor Paul Robeson has made such a great name for himself as an actor and singer since he was graduated from Rutgers university in 1919 that many people are inclined to forget his athletic greatness. The small New Jersey state school occupied a*top spot in national football during the ten years following the World war and the 220 pound, 6-foot 4-inch negro athlete had a big hand in raising his alma mater to the position of a feared gridiron power. “We had a queer system at Rutgers,” Robeson modestly explained. “Although I was placed on the all American team at end, our coach used to move me all around in the lineup. I would shift into the back field to do the kicking and passing and on defense would back up the line right behind center.” Great Fullback Robeson also filled in at guard on several occasions and was hailed by sports writers as the greatest plunging fullback in football. There wasn't a position at which he didn’t see action at some time or another during his collegiate football ca reer. After completing his law course in 1923, Robeson took a fling at professional football for three sea sons. “I played during the days of Brick Muller and Duke Slater— there was a player! Duke was the toughest man I ever saw — you couldn’t move him,” reminisced the huge basso. At Rutgers, Robeson was a five letter athlete, winning letters in football, basketball, baseball, track, and lacrosse in his senior year. In his spare hours he studied enough to earn election to Phi Beta Kappa, national scholastic honor society. Wishes Oregon Luck Robeson expressed regret that he could not accept an invitation to be a spectator at the Oregon-UCLA game, but kindly wished the Web foots luck in their battle with the Eruins. “I sure would like to see this Jackie Robinson play,” sighed Robeson, “but I must be in San Francisco Saturday and cannot (Please turn to page eight) Go to Church This Sunday ST. MARY’S CATHOLIC CHURCH 31th & Charnelton Sunday Masses: 7 :00. 8:30, 9:30 and 10:30 a.m. THE FIRST METHODIST CHURCH B. Earle Parker, D.D., Minister Cordially invites stu dents and quests of the University to at tend its services Sun day morning. Test Our Welcome Sermon Theme: “When Foundations Are Destroyed.’’ TREK THE OREGON TRAIL TO OREGON’S HOMECOMING AND TO THE SHAMROCK TEA ROOM PENNEY’S BALCONY While in town for the Homecoming make our tea room tlie place to meet your friends be fore and after the game! Monday lunch eon served at 11 o’clock. Evening dinner served from 5 to 7 :30. Also 35c dinner. Curtis Operated 50c VIRGINIA BAKED HAM with Raisin Sauce * Soup or Tomato Juice * Head Lettuce Salad * Buttered Cauliflower * Mashed Potatoes Hot Rolls - Drink - Dessert TREK THE OREGON TRAIL TO OREGON’S HOMECOMING AND Phone 2701, Broadway and Willamette While in Eugene for the game Penney’s cordially invite all Alumni, Mothers, Dads and friends of the University to make our store your meeting place for the day. It’s the center of downtown Eugene! Take time to come in and inspect our new departments!