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About Oregon daily emerald. (Eugene, Or.) 1920-2012 | View Entire Issue (May 21, 1941)
m* The Oregon Daily Emerald, published daily during the college year except Sunday*, jndays, holidays, and final examination periods by the Associated Students, umversi.y Oregon. Subscription rates: $1.25 per terra and $3.00 per year. Entered as second S3 matter at the postoffice, Eugene, Oregon. Represented for national advertising by NATIONAL ADVERTISING SERVICE, INC., college publishers’ representative, 420 Madison Ave., New York—Chicago— Bo*. «*a—Los Angeles—San Francisco—Portland and Seattle.___ Editorial and Business Offices located on ground floor of Journalism building. Phone* 100 Extension: 382 Editor; 353 News Office; 359 Sport* Office; and -ad Business B.YLE M. NELSON. Editor JAMES W. FROST, Business Manager m ASSOCIATE EDITORS: Hal Olney, Helen Angell Rim mi e Leonard, Managing Editor Kent Stitzer, News Editor Fred May. Advertising Manager Bob Rogers, National Advertising Mgr. Editorial Board: Roy Vernstrom, Pat Erickson, Helen Angell, Haro.d Olney, Kent fltiUer, Timmie Leonard, and Professor George Turnball, adviser._ F«t Erickson, Women’* Editor Sob Flavdle, Co-Sport* Editor Sen Christianson, Co-Sport* Editor UPPER NEWS STAFF Ray Schrick, Ass't Manag ing Editor Betty Jane Biggs, Ass’t News Editor Wes .Sullivan, Aas’t News Editor Corrine Wignes, Executive Secretary Mildred Wilson, Exchange Editor UPPER BUSINESS STAFF Anita Backberg, Classified Advertising Manager ■on Alpaugh, Layout Production Man ager Bill Peterson, Circulation Manager Mary Ellen Smith, Promotiio'n Director Eileen Millard. Office Manager Rushing vs. Atherton OEFORE another fall term fraternity rush week session gets itself underway on the Oregon campus, some zealous rush ing chairmen aye, gping. to know how far they can legally go •tr showing the better qualities of \\ cblootland to prospective -students. That was the decision of the new executive committee of the Associated Students, who yesterday pushed their way through a maze of the intricacies of student government at their first official parley* They decided that the loss of six outstanding University athletes, some of whom were declared ineligible t>eeause of fraternity rather than school offers, was enough to provoke definite action by student governors. ft *s ^TPIIK council's plan for enforcing legality in rushing is to • be a process of education. First, they will see that lionse presidents know when rushing becomes playing with the iin ■>£ Atherton rules. Action in this tield will be taken through the inter fraternity council. 'Mimeographed sheets of the parts of the Atherton code that apply to anything a fraternity might infringe upon will be distributed to living organizations for all students who might tie guilty of excess friendliness. Final appeal to student cooperation will he through the Urn-raid, with an extensive study of the ‘’things to be 8 vailed. ’ ’ The council’s plan can be a definite contribution to a safe falf term next year. Student interest must back any athletic reform of the future . . . the department itself cannot cope with it alone. Oregon cannot afford a repeat performance of tb" I'*41 situation. Even Coffee is Defiant I'l. could have been distinctly heartening to walk into that •somewhat run-down little restaurant the other day and observe the sign which read *'\Yo serve Defiance Coffee . . . ft? id1 the Silex Way!" Hut thing's were troublesome. kite was tangled. 1 rgeut things wor-' pushing one on. d he eye met the sign again, so one ordered coffee, then smile l, drinking it—defiantly! One sipped the hot black stuff and there was the sign again: “We serve Defiance Coffee . . . Made the Silex Way!" JSuch a jaunty notice it was. Now when it readies the point where even a comparatively harmless tiling like coffee rears back on its heels and becomes defiant, the topsy-t.urvyue.s.s of the whole world begins to look |»retty silly. It's time to stop and consider the confusion from a smaller point of view. *• AXIl's eye could n >- leave the bold little sign. The tiny restaurant took on a bristly attitude. The sandwich knives began to look really dangerous. And there was that determined *! ml taken 1>\ the ferocious black coffee—Defiance! to the las* drop. “ We serve Defiance Coffee . . . Made the Silex Way!" Touch us i you dare. We know our rights. Defiance began to assume proportions just about our size. *1 was the encouraging thing. 1M1. Done for a Year npONlCHT approximately 120 future newspapermen and 1 women temporarily “let down their hair." They will relax while Cum indulge in gay chatter and pleasant reminiscences. Tt y will rest easy, knowing their year's work is virtually o\ and that they have done a good job. These same 120 youngsters have worked together for a full *d a! yea" now and some of them have woiked together for •n 1< tl at. Tiie road has often been difficult and twv uv strewn with many more thorns than roses. Hut that Counterpoint... By GENE EDWARDS At this point in the calendar it seems that almost everyone in sight and hearing is busy knocking themselves out in an orgy of predictomania. Every one is feverishly anxious to know the future: The grads from the education school are consulting crystal balls to know whether they will land a fat plum in civilization or whether they will be relegated to Fossil; certain gals •who have made announcements for “after graduation’’ are reading tea leaves to know whether Johnny is going to make it legal at the altar or whether he is going to go hastily army-wise; and practically everyone is trying to predict everything else from Hess to hell. (Someone did say “war is hell,” didn’t he ?) It’s a grand and glorious guessing-game and all that is needed is for someone to yell “Bingo!” But It Can’t Be Done All of which is quite all right, I suppose, but yet the fact remains that the faculty for predicting the future of human history still consists mainly of either prophetic vision or out-and-out crude magic. Take your choice. There seem to be two main factors at play: personalities and inevitabilities. Human behavior is sufficiently evasive that scien tific analysis cannot always speak with rational' assurance in its attempts to evaluate results. Per sonalities are likely the most tricky propositions to forecast. They are the primary integers which comprise the social structure and yet they too often defy the most astute assessments of poten tial behavior and leave the would-be prophet gap ing at the unfulfilled shadow of his intuitive mirage. Perhaps his margin for error might have done well enough with the weather and writh proper equipment he might even foretell a comet to the hour, but even the keenest wisdom can seldom tell little beyond the general drift of human affairs. Don’t Despair But admitting the fallibility of prediction need not make us despair. History, they say, is repi titious and, since the future is just today's tomor rows made into yesterdays, we should be able to manage some hit of what is to come if our view of the present is comparatively realistic. Observation and past experience are the two vital aspects which remove the stigma of passive crystal-gazing from prediction. There is little excuse for the in dulgence of wild surmises but proper scientific reserve still leaves us sufficient leeway in which to present conditional statements. Fortunately that leaves room for alternatives. Physical laws dictate that a bomb released from a plane at 3,000 feet will strike the earth in so many seconds. (Ask the nearest physics student.) The result is inevit able. Cause and effect, under specific conditions, are manifesting a natural law. On “Human Nature” But human beings, knowing this law, can choose not to drop bombs from planes and thus enlist volition to control potentialities. It may be further contended that the sort of things human beings will choose rests in large part within the general structure of that vague abstraction commonly called “human nature.” But human nature is not a static quantum and acts in many different ways according to the skill and foresight that it is able to exercise. Considering skill and foresight as the cumulative result of technique and experience, and the comparative faculty for determining causal relationships, become the tools with which we attempt to predict our fates. If Isn’t Easy All of which is well and good and is not, I hope, too foggy an analysis of this popular pastime. I only know that considering the present panorama I wouldn't care to be held responsible for the validity of my particular brand of fortune-telling. Leave that to the experts, think it over and you’ll probably still come out wondering. At least you will have lost little but the time and will still have the fun of guessing. But there is one prediction that I can make unhesitatingy enough: Before these tired keys sink back into lethargy COUNTERPOINT will be no more. Inevitabilities take care of that. It has been a short spasm but an interesting one . . . thi3 business of having the chance to spout in print . . . and I'll probably spend the rest of the summer thinking of the things that I should have said but didn’t. But remember that for every point you’ve got someone’s got a COUNTERPOINT! Selah! International Side Show They met last fall. Marie was a senior, a rather intelligent girl who had done most of her study ing during her freshman and Cummings sophomore years, established a sound scholastic reputation with h e r professors, then in her junior year jumped with a splash into the University’s "cafe society.” She stopped studying but the profs still gave her A’s and B’s from force of habit. After a year of good times Marie came back to the campus last fall still good-looking but slightly blase, with a veneer of sophistication. She had tried ev erything, she thought, and it had been fun, but she couldn’t see it was getting her anywhere. A girl doesn't stay young for ever. Better think of the future. “Guess I'll settle down and go steady and get married after commencement.” And Then Joe She met Joe in the fall. Joe was young, handsome, with a likeable personality and lots of friends. He had graduated and had a good job in town, but he was still close enough to college life to make a suitable escort to dances and campus affairs. They liked each other from the start, did Joe and Marie. There was something there, something between them. They didn’t think much about it, just knew they liked going places and doing things together, and Marie in particular was still looking around for the “right man.” Joe was all right to fill in with, but he was the playboy type and Ma rie wanted somebody solid. You know how it is with a girl when she gets that gleam in her eye. With Joe it was a little differ ent. He wasn’t the introspective type and he didn’t have to do a lot of soul-searching to know he had found what he was looking for. He tried to give Marie his pin early in October, but she said no, couldn’t they just be friends? Patience Is the Answer Joe was patient. He hadn’t fig ured it out but he sensed that that old devil, constant proxim ity, was working on his side. He hadn’t heard anyone say that love is SO per cent propinquity, and he didn’t know that watch ful mamas carefully calculate how much of it is safe and sea sonable for their daughters, but he realized that if he just stuck. will bo forgotten tonight when they get together for their annual banquet. The experiences of the past year will he looked back upon wtili many a laugh. They will be remembered in all their humor and every pleasant moment of the year will be relived. The keen pleasure of enjoyable associations will be experienced, once more. A few gay hours and it will be over. But. comes another year and more editions of the Emerald. And the same eager, enthusiastic youngsters will be back to take up again the drudgery and disappointments of work on a college paper—along with the enjoyable experiences and pleasant associations.—11.0. around something would happen. It did. Her friends stopped phoning Marie when they needed another girl for a party. It wras Marie and Joe, Joe and Marie, thought of as a two-some. If you ran into Marie in the Side you’d say, “What’s the matter with Joe ? Is he working tonight?” And if you saw Joe drinking beer with some of the boys at the Trees you’d holler: “Hey Joe, is Marie giving you the night off?” That’s the way it was. Marie took his pin and the engagement was announced at a Thanksgiv ing party. This would be a story with a happy ending if it weren’t for one thing—the draft. At the begin ning of their relationship neither one had thought of that very se riously. Then when things got thick and Joe registered on Oc tober 16 they both hoped he’d get a distant number, one that would come up a couple of years from now. At Christmas Time The lottery was unkind to Joe and he had to go to Camp Mur ray right after Christmas. That wasn’t really so bad, only 300 miles and they could see each other on weekends, and write in between times. Joe was pretty lucky. A lot of the boys got sent to southern California and places farther away. All went well for a month or so while Joe was finishing his first six weeks of basic training. Ma rie drove up to Tacoma once or twice and Joe managed to get down to Portland once in a while. But Joe got ambition, decided that if he was going to have to stay in this man’s army he might as well make the best of it, so he began working for promotion. He made friends among the officers and a major whispered to him that if he spent his weekends do ing volunteer work in the com pany clerk’s office he might get (Continued on page fire)
