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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.
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^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.
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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
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