The
Passing
Parade
Guest Columnist Today:
HUMBERT SEES ALL I
Hello again, studes; after
nearly a term of absence, ol’
Humbert is going to speil forth
just once more—then you can sit
back and relax for the remainder
of the term.
First, Mary Ellen Mills brought
the eighth Fidelt pin into the Pi
Phi house last week—Hal Mor
gan is the lucky Phi Delt ... On
the other side of the ledger Phil
Sanders and Ray Dickson have
dis-united—probably temporarily
—Phil finds the track team and
the work too much competition.
The Alpha Phis have been good
kids lately, we hear—and spent
Jr. weekend entertaining their
mothers 100 per cent — great!
Speaking of Jr. weekend, wasn’t
it too bad about the Pi Kap-Pi
Phi float? It looked good enough
for the first ribbon, but the boys
forgot Newton’s first law when
they designed it. Also, too bad
about the mock canoe fete—
might have been OK for Dads’
day, but why feed mothers that
vile stuff—they don’t appreciate
it. (That’s not Humbert's own
opinion entirely — that’s what
most of the girls thought—after
calling eight sororities at ran
dom and asking their opinions).
(Plug) Bill Rogers is said to
be attracting the female custom
ers to Elliott’s grocery—special
on spinach today only (unplug).
Don Barker, who has been The
man with that purty Alpha O
Yvonne Torgler, ain’t any more,
according to the railbirds—but
Don won’t have any trouble get
ting resituated—as Yvonne also
won't. . . . They’re calling attrac
tive Janet Morris the “Big Sis
ter” of the Theta house—’special
ly the freshman-ettes—she can
be Humbert’s big sister any time
she wants to.
Neil Regan was seen with an
extremely young “mother” dur
ing mother’s weekend—who later
turned out to be Connie Averill’s
big sister . . . Betty Kincaid
caused a small riot last weekend
when she arrived at the dance
with a Sigma Nu and went home
with a Phi Delt. Whew!
Seen chasing a calf around the
pasture during the mock canoe
fete—Carolyn Holmes, who looked
like Larry Clinton’s rendition of
a “Pretty girl milking a cow”—
except, of course, she wasn’t
milking it—but she is pretty.
Theta Janet Straubel and ATO
Don Clossen like each other quite
a lot—but now Janet is in Green
Bay, Wisconsin at a family re
union and Don didn’t return to
school, but is working in Port
land . . . Shirley Christelavv was
in town over the weekend seein’
the pifis . . . and what did Ed
Wheeler do over the weekeend
when Gammafi Neva Haight’s
boy friend breezed into town?
Whatta letdown.
Gotta go—and when you’ve
gotta go—well, that means that
Humbert is going to leave every
one alone from now on. G’by
now.
'Majority' Chooses
Officers for the Majority Class
of 1944 were announced last night
by John Cavanagh, director of
elections. Ballots for the officers
were cast Thursday, but were not
counted until last night.
Chuck Woodfield was elected
class president. Other officers
are: Eruce Taylor, Fern Swan
strom, Tom Burbee, Beauford
Clemens, and Fred Smith.
In the Editor's Mail
To the Editor:
The 1500 assorted suckers,
your truly among them, went to
the polls last Thursday, thinking
all the while by nightfall politics
would be forgotten. A technical
ity canceled the results of the
election.
Today, somewhat discouraged,
the same 1500 or so, minus the
few who aren’t forced to go to
the polls probably, vote again.
With a few exceptions they’ll
probably vote the same way, the
way they’ve been told to, the way
they’ve been forced to.
There’s one novel possibility.
That’s for the instructees to go
to the polls, disregard what the
"bloc-heads" have told them, and
vote for the best man, on the
basis of merit and that alone.
They might at that . . . you can’t
control a man’s conscience even
if you do manage to outwardly
get him to promise he’ll vote for
one bloc or the other.
Signed,
Buck Buchwach.
International Side Show
By RIDGELY CUMMINGS
All the sad young men of the
nineteen-twenties, those disillu
sioned youngsters who came
back from France with pictures
summings
of slaughter
seared on the ret
ina of their
brains, pictures
which they pre
ferred not to dis
cuss because
those who had
stayed at home
couldn’t possibly
understand them,
have been indoctrinated with pre
conceived ideas not at . all in har
mony with the brutal reality—
All the sad young men who
went over to make the world safe
for democracy and came back to
find women had the vote and pro
hibition wras in effect and nou
veau riche profiteers were in
stalled in the seats of the mighty
and dreams of real democracy
were as far from achievement as
ever—
All the sad young men who
came back and struggled for a
toe-hold in the business machine
and bent all their efforts toward
grabbing a share of the fictitious
post-war prosperity—
All the sad young men who did
not drink themselves to death on
rotten bootleg, who neither
starved with the bonus army nor
perished in the depression—
All those sad young men are
now middle-aged fathers of other
young men who, if not precisely
sad, are equally troubled, per
plexed, and confused.
Just how troubled they are,
these young men, can be illus
trated by a couple of case his
tories, true stories.
On the campus during winter
term were two young men, one
in the art school and the other a
practicing socialist, both ardent
ly opposed to U.S. participation
in the war. Now they are both
working in a Portland shipyard.
Over the wekend I saw one and
chaffed him about deserting his
anti-war ideals.
“You’re all wrong, pal,” was
the answer. “I’m taking a strict
ly negativistic attitude to the
war. You know mines are instru
ments which explode and destroy
life and property. Well, Bill and
I are engaged in making mine
sweepers which will pick up the
mines and make them useless, so
we are really working for the
welfare of the woria.
Another example: A drama stu
dent noted for his eccentricity,
who has hitherto declared him
self opposed to U. S. entry into
war, wrote last week to the Brit
ish consul in San Francisco, try
ing1 to join the British expedi
tionary force in Africa. He gives
a curious reason for his action.
“I hate the English,” he says.
“I intend to campaign against
British imperialism after the war,
and whatever I say will carry
much more weight if I can prove
I have actually fought side by
side with them and understand
them.”
Another example: A journalism
senior who doesn’t relish the idea
of spending the next year march
ing and counter-marching up in
Fort Lewis has made arrange
ments with the Canadian govern
ment to go to a flying field some
where in Oklahoma. There he will
be trained to fly heavy bombers,
will learn aerial navigation, and
by next fall he expects to be fer
rying planes through the thick
Newfoundland fogs to Britain.
Another student who has been
floundering around changing his
major every three months, trying
to adjust himself to a world at
war, dropped out of school last
term, took a course in aviation
mechanics at the Eugene voca
tional school, and left yesterday
to go to work in a new plane
factory.
There are dozens of cases all
around us—cases of maladjust
ment, of gloomy resignation, of
blind rebellion, of hope, despair,
and phlegmatic indifference. Are
they recruits for another lost gen
eration ?
In Time
With the
Tunes
By RUBY JACKSON
Plans have finally gone through
to include a music room in the
first unit of the new student un
ion building. Deciding that such
a room would be necessary be
cause of popular demand, the
committee has arranged its in
clusion in the plans even at the
cost of omitting one of the other
rooms.
This first step is mort impor
tant now that we have the space,
how can it be utilized for the
best interests of all?
Reed college has a music room
of the sort we are planning, and
report it to be highly successful
as far as student interest is con
cerned. Concerts are given in
formally in the afternoons and
evenings. Students are encour
aged to bring their own records,
or they may choose from the
record library.
Practical
This system seems to be a
practical one. It would be almost
impossible to have someone on
duty through the day and eve
ning to play records, but if two
to four hours a day were set aside
for concerts, a lot of listeners
could be facilitated.
Besides the sound proof room
that has already been provided
for, we will also need a standing
record collection. It is my sug
gestion that the students them
selves be allowed to select the
standing record library, because
after all, they will be the ones
who will patronize it.
Under these conditions, only
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one record player will be needed.
It should be a good one.
Big Step
At any rate, now that the big
step has been taken, it’s up to
us to decide what we want in
the room, what records should
be purchased to start a basic col
lection, etc. It’s not too early to
start sending in suggestions. We
(Ann Reynolds or myself) will
appreciate any you can think of.
Remember that deciding what we
want now will save no end of
confusion later.
variety
Standard Symphony hour
Thursday, KORE, 8 to 9 p.m.
will present a varied program of
popular music.
If you study late, you may be
able to tune in on some of the
Columbia Record Reviews, that
are heard around 11 p.m. nearly
every night. They are heard over
various stations throughout the
Northwest, and are recorded.
Smith to Address
Dr. Warren D. Smith is to ad
dress the Silverton public forum
Wednesday evening on “Ameri
ca’s Stake in the Pacific.” A gen
eral discussion will follow his
talk.
This meeting is one of a se
ries being sponsored in various
cities throughout the state by
the state department of education
at Salem.
[This Is the Last Week
RULES
| Any person that is registered as a
student or member of the faculty or
staff of the University of Oregon may
enter the 1941 EMERALD-HENDER
SHOTT TROUT FISHING CONTEST.
2 The contest officially opens April 18,
1941 and closes at 6 p.m., May 19, 1941.
^ This trout fishing contest is limited
to RAINBOW TROUT only. As many
entries as desired may be entered by
the contestant.
^ All entries must be delivered, regis
tered, and weighed at HENDER
SHOTT’S, 770 Willamette Street, Eu
gene, Oregon.
The prize of a $5.00 (five dollar) fly
fishing rod will be awarded on May
21, 1941 to the individual registering
the largest and heaviest RAINBOW
TROUT.
Decision of the judges will be final.
Duplicate prizes will be awarded in
case of a tie.
TO WIN
The
Emerald-Hendershott
Trout
Contest
Open to students and
faculty alike.
Contest ends May 19
Prize Fly Rod
A new $5.00 Fly Fishing
Rod from Hendershott’s
will be awarded to the
contestant entering the
biggest rainbow trout.
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