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About Oregon daily emerald. (Eugene, Or.) 1920-2012 | View Entire Issue (May 6, 1941)
Oregon Emerald The Oregon Daily Emerald, published daily during the college year except Sundays, Mondays, holidays, and final examination periods by the Associated Students, University **1 O egon. Subscription rates: $1.25 per term and $5.00 per year. Entered as second class matter at the postoffice, Eugene, Oregon. Represented for national advertising by NATIONAL ADVERTISING SERVICE, mC., college publishers’ representative, 420 Madison Ave., New York—Chicago— Bo» *Mn—Los Angeles—San Francisco—Portland and Seattle. Editorial and Business Offices located on ground floor of Journalism building. Phone* MOO Extension: 382 Editor; 353 New* Office; 359 Sports Office: and 354 Business Offices UPBfcK BUSINESS bTAn* AUtfta isackyerg, iiassinea Advertising Manager Mon Alpaugh, Layout Production Man ager Kin reterson, t irctnaiion nianagor Mar/ Ellen Smith, Promotiion Director Eileen Millard. Office Manager «*YLE M. NELSON. Editor JAMES W. FROST, Busines* Manager ASbOClATK LU11UK3: Mai Ulney, ilelen Angell le Leonard, Managing Editor Stitzer, News Editor Fred May, Advertising Manager Bob Rogers, National Advertising Mgr. Editorial Board: Roy Vernstrom, Pat Erickson, Helen Angell, Harold Olney, Kent gfiUer, Timmie Leonard, and Professor George Turnbull, adviser. Bat Erickson, Women'* Editor Bob Flavelle, Co-Sport* Editor Ken Christianson, Co-Sporti Editor UPPER NEWS STAFF Kay Sehrick, Ass’t Manag ing Editor Betty Jane Riggs, Ass’t News Editor Wes Sullivan, Ass’t News Editor Corrine Wignes, Executive Secretary Mildred Wilson, Exchange Editor Peculiar Prankery )•> v. ITNIVERSITY law students have at least one claim to dis tinction. For in one certain field they are indisputably “tops.” 'When it comes to disking out an utterly fantastic type of folly which has come to be tabbed as “law school clowning,” the campus barristers are acknowledged masters. The law school weekend invariably hits new highs in ridicu lous behavior. Each succeeding year inevitably sees some new innovation, beyond the usual election of the most maseplim? •nal? in the law school as queen, which sends the folly appre ciative portion of the campus into new spasms of delight. Nobody has ever dissected a law school student in order to find out just what il is that makes him tick as he does. The experiment would probably be highly informative as well as entertaining. But a number of theories have, from time to time, f»een advanced to account for their behavior. One is that you tnv • to be completely crazy to be a law student in the first §>I;i», \ If you weren’t cuckoo, you wouldn’t be a law student. .Another H that the local barristers, who reportedly must labor .very, very industriously over their ponderous tomes, resort to their own peculiar brand of prankery as an escape. Other explanations too long or too fantastic to describe here have (been suggested. Possible methods of curtailing the more radical activities of tire “campus loonies” have repeatedly been offered. Some furitanical soul has even suggested that allTaw school students should be forced to wear a muzzle for the protection of the rest of the campus. However, we feel that we must, without equivocation or hesitation, oppose any such move. The antics of the lawyers are, at their worst, harmless.—II.0. Take It Easy, Jupe «rHKN the occasion demands, and in truth it lias on num erous occasions, the Portland Oregonian and Oregon Journal have resorted to their editorial columns in an attempt to i lfluenee weather conditions. Now there is no exact pro cedure for a journalist to follow when he is begging for rain for poor farmers gazing at the sky with parched throats, for verily ii takes a combination of subtle demanding, varied plead ing md good-natured hoping to achieve such desired results. The Emerald, although of course it adolescently blushes W'her compared to such time-honored organs as the Oregonian and Journal, is driven to adopt such editorial tactics, how ever, by Jupe Pluvius, that old gentleman who loves the Oregon country so well and so much that he delights in spraying it often and thoroughly . . . especially when asked to by the Portland papers. But now, Mr. Pluvius, the Emerald asks you politely, but firmly, to shift your schedule in such a manner so as not to #$poil our Junior Weekend this Friday and Saturday. The farmers have had their misty blessings, and the Oregonian and Journal have received their just due. and the city pave ment- too are washed clean by the sweet Oregon mist. What the University asks now is for you. Mr. Jupe. to rest on your la arc's for a while and visit somewhere else. * * * TIIEKE is rca-or) to believe that you intend to scare us a bit. In fact you have. The rain clouds have chased our baseball team- hither and yon, our track meets have been held in sciyi \v in try weather, and our golf and tennis teams have been forced to completely abandon their frolicking. But please, Mr. Pluvius, t,or Jupe, for we know you but loo well), don't come around with your clouds and your tricks this Thursday, IVtdan , {Saturday, or Sunday. Our moms will tie down for their weekend festivities, and forsooth—they will t»e attired in their springiest of spring outfits, and their hats will be of the kind to bring male smiles. But we want to take them to the campus luncheon to see Queen Annabelle Dow and tier court of beautiful princesses crowned, and goodness my Counterpoint... By GENE EDWARDS Mother told me long ago not to point . . . but she didn't say anything about counter pointing1 nor did she reckon on my getting a shot in the arm of printer’s ink. Euylioo . . . this is COUNTERPOINT number one coin ing to you through the back door of journal ism. Unorthodox at the outset, there are a feAv items that might be stated before the type writer keys jam in the flurry: First of all, I think that we (and I do mean you and I) can dispense with the so-called editorial WE. That stuff is okay for Ye Ed., the Lindbergh of pre-purge days, and God the Father. However, I insist that you can't point with out being personal ... so let’s face facts. If I say I, I mean I and not also Joe Gidget or myself and the L. M. W. W. T. That eliminates passing the 98 (marked down from a buck be cause of the war) and in case anyone has any objections to register I can tuck my tongue firmly in my cheek and proceed to repel the invader with lino typer’s shrapnel. Indiscreet It would be highly indiscreet at this point to announce any preconceived “policy” or arbitrary set of doctrinary formulations; for COUNTERPOINT is a substance variable to its theme and as such should devote itself to the avoidance of static judgments and the peddling of absolutes. To prostitute a phrase, its whole purpose should be “to castigate and amuse” and as long as that purpose is accomplished I won’t be stealing too much space from the ad men. Most of us do not very clearly conceive of the poet’s place in these troublous days, much less become aware that the scribbler of verses might possess a utilitarian germ plus a philo sophic drive equal to the international prob lem. But such an exception is not completely unique by any means. Milton was full of political sentiments, Byron wore himself out in the Greek cause of his day and many an other has taken to himself the “mighty pen.” But the latest effort in this direction to come to my attention is a very slim volume by Edna 8t. Vincent Millay entitled “There Are No Islands, Anymore.” This poem is described in her own words as “Lines written in passion and in deep concern for England, France, and my own country.” Released by Harpers’, the booklet was printed and dis tributed “in the cause of democracy” without royalty to Miss Millay or profit to the pub lisher and the proceeds were directed to war relief work. Couplets Vivid There are, in particular, a couple of couplets that make this piece very vivid for me. They are: “No man, no nation, is made free By stating that it intends to be. Jostled and elbowed is the clown "Who thinks to walk alone in town.” 'Which is just about as neat a disposal of the isolationist attitude as it has been my pleasure to find. Fancifully wishful argu ments to the contrary, the fact must remain that this is a social world and that there is, in reality, no such thing as practicable isola tionism personally, socially, or economically. And it seems to me that the most difficult of all times to defend the insular attitude is that in which the international balance is thrown off center. In times of peace and comparative security, the isolationist has a harmless right to his ivory tower, (provided of course that the bureau of sanitation approves his plumbing facilities) but in these days of violent social aggression there seems only the thinnest possible validity that can be summoned in the face of facts. Nazi Schemers To those who cry for a self-sufficient Am erica and even generously extend their in terest to the Monroe-defined western sphere, I direct this reminder that although the At lantic is indeed very wide the distance be tween the respective “humps” of Brazil and West Africa are separated by a mere 1600 miles. Nazi schemers have their eyes on these narrows with the idea of establishing a base on the African coast. They realize the short distance between the continents and the acute vulnerability of Brazil, as well as the fact that the United States will need plenty of time to furnish the weapons which the now unequipped Brazilians are expecting to import from us. With our shipping to South America and South Africa dependent on these waters, can it be logical to imagine that we can afford to ignore the Axis designs upon these terri tories? The answer is emphatically “NO”; and fortunately those experts who realize the insatiable quality of the Axis aggression are moving to maintain the front yard of this hemisphere. The bigger our front yard and the stronger the fence, the less we will be troubled by street gamins. how the raindrops do raise havoc with even a proud mother’s finest apparel. And Chairman Jim Carney of the canoe fete would be heart broken if Ids cherished, nurtured, and adopted canoe fete was in competition even for one evening with some of those Oregon raindrops that have often caused us to rush to the Bible— and make sure the Big Boss wasn’t just- kidding when he said there wouldn’t be any more floods after that Noah thing. * *■ * rJNlE Portland papers have more important advertisers and have more influence, perchance Mr. Jupiter Pluvius. but not even they will praise you with more honest enthusiasm and open-mouthed admiration if you will but take your vacation this week. And if you have to take that storm which is declared by some pessimistic meterologists to be coming from out Newport way somewhere, perchance you could deposit it at Stanford, or California, or even CSC. Just for the weekend, you understand. We want you as our permanent resident up here in Oregon, Jupe, to freshen our flowers, to clean our streets, and to keep our soil rich and red. But not May 8, 9, 10, and 11, please.—B.B. ‘‘Coeds to Co Oriental” reads a recent Cood goslr, first it was wooden shoes a la iean huaraehes. What next? *= * * Emerald headline. Holland, then Mex East Friday the women journalists rolled up their sleeves, chased the men out of the shack, and proceeded to turn out their own special edition. Te result was an editorial headline which read, “We’re not Flirting.” So-o-o-o-? From All Sides By MILDRED WILSON One coke, complete with ice and Carbonated water, consists of 599 parts of sugar and water and one part of essential ingre dients. The herbs that combine to make “the pause that refreshes” come from Peru, Jamaica, West Africa and other tropical coun tries. Coca-Cola contains 27 dif ferent extracts that arrive at the syrup plant in 9 compounds, dis creetly identified by number. One smells like string beans, one like cinnamon, and another smells like, and is, vanilla. Very few men know exactly what goes into Coca-Cola, but chemical anaysis by government experts has determined that it contains no harmful drugs. Also that there is less than one-third as much caffeine in a coke as there is in a five-ounce cup of coffee. Every day the American pub (Continued on page five)