Oregon daily emerald. (Eugene, Or.) 1920-2012, September 30, 1941, Page Two, Image 2

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    Him Student O^iceM* Climb Out on a Jlimb
^^REGON’S ten-man executive committee de
liberately landed itself on the proverbial
“spot” Friday night.
It took admirable, but certainly not easy, stands.
First, the committee voted to accept its right as
defined in the ASUO constitution to fill vacancies
on the committee rather than call a new election.
Taking even a greater responsibility, they passed
a resolution to the effect that they would go on
record with a policy of attempting to fill the two
vacant positions with men of the “same ideas about
student government” as Bob Calkins and Chuck
Woodruff, who were elected last spring by the
support of independent students.
In choosing to fill the vacancies by appointment,
the committee agreed that they would be avoiding
the strife and campus unrest which an all-out
election cannot help but bring to life. No one
wants to live through spring term elections twice
a year.
As the first University of Oregon experiment in
the “enlarged council” form of student govern
ment, this year’s committee members are in even
brighter limelight because they are the guinea pigs
who have a chance to prove whether the enlarged
committee is more truly representative of the whole
campus, and better able to keep 3500 students satis
fied than the old six-strong group.
* * *
JF this new exec committee can face the problem
of selecting a new second vice-president and
sophomore representative fairly, if they can keep
in mind that policy of replacement with men of
the same ideas and ideals, if they can come satis
factorily across the first hurdle with the eyes of a
student body critically watching them . . . then
Oregon can be fairly certain that this year will
not be a run-of-the-mill one in ASUO government.
The executive committee is off to a flying start.
They have shown themselves willing to take re
sponsibility and to attempt to cope with one of the
most difficult tasks in representative government.
It is their next duty to fulfill that promise to the
student body when they actually settle down to
study their applicants. Their interesting beginning^
will fall flat unless they round out their committee
with men who will speak for the part of the student
body whose ideas are only meagerly represented
on the council at the present time.
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While the Campus Slept
Y^ffiLE Oregon students basked in the summer sun, and
the campus looked about as lively as a sleeping dog,
the first real step was taken towards revamping the Univer
sity’s front yard when the Southern Pacific railroad and the
state highway department completed technical arrangements
for the Eugene-Springfield super highway. The plan calls for
the shifting of the railroad tracks across the millrace, the con
struction of the super highway on the present railroad right
of-way, and the relocation of certain sections of the millrace.
The change will be a highly beneficial one from the view
point of the campus. No longer will Oregon professors be
forced to temporarily halt their lectures to avoid competition
with rumbling trains and shrieking whistles. No longer will
the men who landscape our campus be forced to delay the
beautification of the University’s front door.
According to present plans the millrace will be altered at
some point close to the campus to provide for a large basin
which should aid very materially in presenting the annual
Junior Weekend and canoe floats.
Oregon looks to the future through rose-colored glasses.
For Men Only
You’re a Freshman if you . . .
1. Are scared by the graveyard on the campus.
2. Smoke a pipe out of the corner of your mouth.
3. Think the gravy train belongs to the Southern Pacific.
4. Can’t wait until you wear moleskins.
5. Want to be a Skull and Dagger.
You’re a Sophomore if you . . .
1. Think the only thing on Skinner’s Butte is a yellow “0.”
2. Smoke king-sized cigarettes.
3. Think a sloppy-Joe is a badly-dressed student.
4. Think T.N.E. is some sort of an explosive.
5. Want to be a yell duke.
You’re a Junior of you . . .
1. Think the only thing at Hendricks’ park is a zoo.
2. Smoke Bull-Durham.
3. Wear your cords until they’re blacker than coal tar at
midnight during a London air raid.
4. Think a grease job has anything to do with a car.
5. Want to be a Friar.
You’re a Senior if you . . .
1. Make love because you’re worried about the draft.
2. Smoke anything you can bum.
3. Wear anything, and very little of that.
4. Don’t think.
5. Refuse to think about a job paying less than $13.20 per
Newly-appointed ASUO first vice-president Jim Frost takes
over the problem of freshman class elections at Thursday
night’s second frosh class fray. Election will be held next week.
FDR Strikes Another ’Can’t’
From His Political Vocabulary
“Seated comfortably behind a massive desk, dressed in a
light seersucker suit, a mourning-armband for his mother on
his sleeve, speaking in a low, grave tone, without liistronics,
and with little dramatic emphasis, F.D.R. declared WAR on
Herr Hitler and his household.”
Franklin didn’t say “war.” Franklin ordered the United
States army and navy to crush a rattlesnake. If he had said
“War” the American people would know exactly where they
stood. But war is a horrible word. War means “shot and shell”
“blood and pain,” “fear and sorrow.” War means that next
year the fraternities will have to rush harder because there will
be few if any fellows back. War means that the happy, care
free, liberal college student will be a hopeless, regimented
robot. War, win or lose, means that America, the last and ouly
great stronghold of peace, justice, and democracy in the world
will be a hollow monument to the vaunted courage and egotism
of a propaganda-conscious patriotic people. War means the
subjection of right to might—the right of tolerance, inde
pendence, and freedom of choice to the might of the war god,
Mars. War means a loosening of morals, a weakening of
churches, a decay of democratic standards. War means a hell
on earth.
To Define a Rattlesnake
But F.D.R. didn’t say WAR. He said “rattlesnake.” He told
the Nazis that “no matter what it takes, no matter what it
costs” that they should go no further. F.D.R. told the world
that Uncle Sam was willing to sacrifice thousands of hundreds
of thousands of vibrant, living American youths, that benevolent
Lncle Sam would willingly give the food from his own mouth,
the gas from his own tank, the liberties of his own family in
order to crush a rattlesnake which was slowly, hesitatingly
crawling through cannon-studded, tank-infested Russia; which
was still making futile snaps at his healthy friend, John Bull.
Remember Him?
You remember our president; lie’s the democrat who couldn’t
be elected president, but he was; lie’s the man who couldn’t
carry every state except two in a national election, but he did;
he was the man who couldn’t pack the supreme court, but
he did; he was the man who couldn’t beat Wendell Willkie
for a third term, but he did; he was the man who couldn’t lead
the United States into WAR, but hollow-eyed, lined-faced
Franklin has done it again. He has become the pied piper of
America pledged to rid the world of a rattlesnake.
9*t 'lime With the *Junei
Rif RuJuf flacJgAan
For the first time in a good many years a top rate symphony or
chestra is scheduled to play at the University. The man who will
conduct—Sir Thomas Beecham—is acknowledged to be one of the
outstanding conductors of the day. For some time he was with the
London Philharmonic in Great Britain. When he comes here it
be with the Seattle Symphony,
perhaps the outstanding sym
phony orchestra in the North
The New York Philharmonic
broadcasts, which were Saturday
night favorites last year, have
been changed radically. In the
first place, they will be broadcast
on Tuesday evening. Secondly,
Toscannini will no longer con
duct. Leopold Stokowski will start
as guest conductor of the series.
In the third place, they will last
but an hour, instead of an hour
and a half as last year.
Toscannini, aparently disturbed
by the international situation, has
made no contracts or commit
ments for the year. It is possible
that age is bothering him also.
Probably he will appear as guest
conductor with various orchestras
from time to time throughout the
Ever since ASCAP put a ban
on radio broadcasting of many
popular pieces, writers of popu
lar songs have been exploiting
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Before shelving the pigskir/*
thriller last Saturday noon, we
think that a lot of credit should
go to the somewhat scrambled ra
dio announcer who forgot his
tongue early in the broadcast.
Describing the “colorful” college
gathering, Mel Venter (MBS)
said that “most of the Stanford
rooters have shed their shirts in
the hot California sun, leaving
only their red and white rooter
caps to be seen. The coeds have
nothing on . . . .” He suddenly
realized what he had said and
for the next two or three min
utes chuckled to himself.
musical portion of the broadcast
preceding the actual game when
the announcer regretted that
since Mutual had no transcrip
tions of Oregon’s college songs,
the next record would be Oregon
State’s Alma Mammy tune.
ERS : The freshman who said
she’d buy an athletic card if Ore
gon made a touchdown. Two sec
onds later, the portable radio at
her side blared Oregon’s 7 to 6
lead . . . Jim Thayer’s super sales
manship by convincing a fresh
man that the Oregana was ther
world’s largest yearbook, and
then stated that most of it would
be in lithograph this year. “Gee,”
muttered the freshman, “I’ll take
one . . . you bet!” ... the fact
that there were actually regis
trees fooled by the recurrence
of “staff” in so many classes . . .
Kwamas charging a nickel for a
doughnut, a penny for a book of
matches advertising Coca-cola ...
the rush of students to get into
Spanish classes while the German
department suffered a temporary
slump . . . muy bien.
LIGHT: Frances Oliver, Susie,
taking over Norm Angell’s car
while he goes into the Army air/
corps . . . the serenades the gals
get nightly from passing Dor
men on their way home.
Yvonne Torgler, Alpha O, and
Don Barker, Phi Psi, have seem
ingly patched up the torn and
ragged edges of summer misun
derstandings and are going
steady again . . . Alpha Chi Milo
dene Goss, who swears on a stack
of Alpha Chi bibles that she’s
“gwine to be true to the one she
left behind” this year . . . Tri
Delt Jean Frideger at the Hello
dance with ex-flame Aubrey
Cromwell while ex-sports editor
Ken Christianson was represent- -~
ing the Emerald at the Stanford
game . . . ADPi’s Marilyn Mar- —
shall as a first-rate comedienne
. . . Kappa’s Dottie Haven is
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