Oregon daily emerald. (Eugene, Or.) 1920-2012, October 09, 1941, Page Two, Image 2

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    Oregon W Emerald
The Oregon Daily Emerald, published daily during the college year except Sundays,
Mondays, holidays, and final examination periods by the Associated Students, University
of Oregon. Subscription rates: $1.25 per term and $3.00 per year. Entered as second
class matter at the postffice, Eugene. Oregon.
HELEN ANGELL, Editor FRED MAY, Business Manager
Associate Editors: Betty Jane Biggs, Hal Olney
Ua^3cnncir*Managing Editor Jim Thayer, Advertising Manager
Bob Frazier, News Editor Warren Roper, National Advertising Manager
Jonathan Kahananui, Lee Flatberj?,
Co-Sports Editors
Corrine Nelson, Mildred Wilson,
Co-Women’s Editors
Herb Penny, Rill Hilton, Assistant
Manatfinv? Editors
Joanne Nichols, Assistant News Editor
Mary Wolf, Exchange Editor
Helen Rayburn, Layout Manager
Dave Holmes, Circulation Manager
Maryelien Smith, Special Issue Manager
Alvera .vlaetter, i,eota wniteiocK,
Classified Managers
Jean Gallo, Office Manager
Peggy Magill, Promotional'Director
Editorial and Business Offices located on ground floor of Journalism building. Phones
3300 Extension : 382 Editor : 363 News Office ; 369 Sports Office ; and 354 Business Oflice.
'Give Me Liberty to Know’
rT'IIE Oregon Daily Emerald joins with newspapers through
out Ameriea to observe “national newspaper week.”
It. is one of the noteworthy principles of this much-discussed
American way of life that there is a voluntary bonding to
gether of thousands of differently-motivated newspapers to
re-dedicate themselves to one thing for which they all stand,
freedom of opinion.
In a year marked by the pressure of force, by censorship of
action as well as thought, this American right to think and
expound freely becomes more coveted, more respected than
# # #
JT is with a tinge of fighting spirit, outside the realm of the
usual commemoration of the week, that newspapers this
year reaffirm Milton’s cry, “Give me the liberty to know, to
utter, and to argue freely according to my conscience, above
all liberties.”
It is with a sense of awe that college journalists realize the
blood that has been spilled, the men that have suffered, the
years it has taken to bring to reality that revolutionary demand
of seventeenth-century Milton.
In October, 1941 we approach with determination the job of
protecting that right to investigate, to report, to condone or
condemn . . . which to the newspaper man is the first line
defense of this thing we call democracy.
Someday It Will Be You
£^NE day someone will be run down by an auto and killed
at the corner of University and Thirteenth streets. Useless
tears will flow; ugly accusations will leer out at the alleged
offender; brazen denials will be disgorged with desperate
abandon; arrests will follow; and eventually, perhaps chastise
ment will crown the orgy with a harsh and cruel justice.
A gruesome prophecy, yes, but apparently inevitable in view
of the horde of inadvertent drivers who roll implacably along
Thirteenth and dash across the intersection of that and Uni
versity streets with utter disregard for the stop sign that issues
its mute warning of caution.
There is nothing, wrong with the stop sign towering
there at the corner: huge black letters spell — S-T-O-P —
held in bold relief against a yellow background. The
color combination—yellow and black—has been proved most
conducive to vision. Also, one doesn’t approach the intersection
from a 20 per cent downgrade which would hinder stopping.
Faulty brakes? . . . some part of the mechanism gone berserk?
For that the operator of the vehicle alone is responsible.
# * *
^^BVIOUSLY, then, the fault lies with the individual driv
ing— human imperfection. Perhaps he is cloyed with
adolescent daring and houses an immature mind unable to
grasp tin' responsibilities and liabilities of one behind the wheel
of a car. Perhaps he is incurably selfish and won't, stop-sign
or-no stop-sign. yield the right-of-way to a crossing pedestrian.
And perhaps In* just “plain forgot.” All of these are equally
damning when measured in terms of possible effects.
What then can be done about the situation? The device of
fear, scorned by “progressives,” can be utilized with telling
effect. Invoke laws that bite and bite hard. Detail a consci
entious hotly oY law enforcers to apprehend offenders. Now
then, upon whom does the burden of this task fall? Obviously,
it rests primarily on the city of Eugene's administrative offi
cers, and secondarily, upon every other citizen here, who should
make it his obligation to demand action on the situation from
the aforementioned. There was another collision on Thirteenth
yesterday.—J .K.
Almost as many romantic legends have been built up about
the millraee as about the Blue Danube. In the near future the
millrace of*>ur alumni will be turned into a campus green but
for piggers of tomorrow there will be a new “race” plus an
.Emerald lake.
Qam lab
Just got a letter from Harold
Oxley in Nyork. Oxley is a big
gun manager of the larger type
colored bands and his letter re
lated that a couple of his outfits
would be in this vicinity during
the coming months. Names he
mentioned which might be of
slight interest included Jimmie
Lunceford in late October, Fats
Waller, and Horace Henderson.
Portland was all agog musi
cally this last weekend enjoying
the longhair “Rigoletto” and the
strictly groovy Ken Baker cater
ing to both young and the other
kind. We found Tibbett a little
hard to dig, but Baker proved
to have immensely the right idea.
Take That!
Interesting to all avid Art
Shaw followers should be the
news that Shaw has cancelled 32
bookings in the south as the re
sult of complaints from “way
down’’ concerning “Hot Lips’’
Page, Artie’s sepia trumpet star.
Musicians all over the land have
heralded Shaw’s action as a fine
example of the tolerant attitude
JdeculUuf With JtH Glusi ^
U.S. Privilege: Criticism
Each Friday a small group of students meets on the campus as a
history club to discuss historical problems and their bearing on our
time. An instructor, recently arrived from the East, told us the
other day that this kind of group could be duplicated twenty times
in certain New England colleges, and he wondered why there seemed
so little interest in current events in western universities.
that Americans need a little more
of these days.
Nothing but kicks are forth
coming if Orson (he of the-scare
heck-out-of-listeners-school) con
tinues with tentative plans for a
movie dealing with the history of
jazz. Already under contract to
play themselves on the silver
screen are such immortals as
Louis Armstrong, Jimmy Mc
Partland, and'Pee-Wee Russell.
Incidentally, Hollywood is get
ting au reet as of late. Studios
are at long last "latching on’’
with manys the swing pic in pro
duction. Well's cinema attempt
is shooting at RKO. Jimmy Dor
sey has been handed a neat pile
of scratch for Paramount’s
“moom pitcher.” Lunceford’s
crew is featured in Warner Bros.
“Blues in the Night.” Lastly,
Jackson Teagarden and Bing
Crosby co-star in Para’s “Birth
of the Blues.” California is but
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At Second (fiance...
We’ll wager this morning’s
breakfast against a sophomore’s
ego that not one student in five
is at all aware of the weekly
broadcasts that are presented
from the campus studios in the
extension building.
Furthermore, probably not one
student in five know what kind
of programs are put on. Just be
cause they’re aired over KOAC
is no sign that this week, Pro
fessor Ella Phant will speak on
the “Love Life of the Tibetan
Yak” or that the next voice you
hear will be that of weather fore
caster. (In which case his data
might be “Monday, mist; Tues
day, mist; Wednesday, bullseye!’)
But seriously, once a week,
each Thursday night at 7:30,
the University Workshop pre
sents an hour program of va
ried entertainment. Especially
this year, ether-minded students
are lending their talents via the
air waves, for the University pro
gram has built up a large listen
ing audience.
Chosen actors do not read
poems, play Chopsticks under
the guise of Chopin, but rather
do really pretentious work in dra
matic plays and skits. Many of
the scripts have been presented
before on network productions.
Marvin Krenk took charge of
the workshop this year, introduc
ing several new innovations into
program procedure. So, if you’re
in the mood, if you want to ex
perience one of the University’s
best medium of advertising this
school, listen tonight at 7:30 to
brings back the sad story of
Charlie Haener, who in airing
his sports broadcast via KORE,
became impatient to start. The
time for him to go on the air had
already past, and still the an
nouncer in his glass booth was
giving a commercial the wTorks.
••Hey!” yelled Charlie. ‘‘When
the hell do I go on the air?” The
announcer shuddered and pointed
upward to the control light. Char
lie had been on the air for the
past fifteen seconds.
Duke, already known for her suc
cess In the music school, was eat
ing supper at the Alpha Phi house
Tuesday right, when a ring at
the door brought two dozen red
roses to her, with a card, “Phi
Gamma Delta wishes you a happy
birthday, Leona.” Naturally she
was thrilled by the roses, but in
less than five minutes, nearly fif
ty Fijis ran into the dining room,
forced Leona into a corner and
kissed her, each one, in a birth
day greeting.
there was the little black bat in
Mr. Stovall’s geography class the
other day that seemingly drove
everyone . . . away from the lec
ture. No sooner would some one
shoo it out of the room and close
the door, than some late comer
would open the door and into the
room the bat would flash. The ro
dent-with-wings evidently got a
kick out of the squeals of squirm
ish coeds by his power-dives and
pulling out at 2G; that is, two
inches to spare.
tle black cocker spaniel that was
hit by a car in front of the Co-op
is now enjoying the best of care,
thanks to three Alpha Chis, who,
after hearing the squeals of the
injured pup, rushed' to a telephone
and called a taxicab. Within 15
minutes, the little pup was at
the veterinarian’s and being
treated for his injuries.
tale’s told about the draft regis
tree who went to his doctor for
the physical checkup. The Doc
tested his reflexes, ears, nose,
teeth, but when he came to the
registree’s eyes ... “I can’t see
a thing, Doc,” was the protest.
‘‘Well, I’ll decide about that; look
at this chart in front of you!”
was the command. “What chart?”
was the answer. The Doc looked
perplexed; maybe this fellow was
serious after all. "Well, sit down
in that chair,” the Doc said.
“What chair?” was the answer.
The Doc was puzzled until he
finally thought of a way to see if
the registree was really near
blind or not. “Come with me” the
Doc said, and took the registree
to the theater around the corner
from his office.
Two hours later, after the fea
ture was over and the lights came
on, the registree turned to the
Doc with a puzzled look on his
face. “Say, Doc, tell me; when do
we get off this bus?”
vve suspect a larger propor
tion of Oregon students than
meets the eye is pretty well ac
qainted with the progress
world affairs. Usually plenty of
diverse opinions are offered in
bull sessions held in living organ
izations. However, it seems un
derstandable that many have a
desire at times to get as far
away from newspapers as possi
ble. They are full of bad news
these days for those of us who
lean toward the Allied cause.
The Future
What Hitler may do tomorrow
can affect directly the course of
our lives in the immediate future.
Yet for some it becomes a duty
to remain well enough informed
on the present situation to
a few intelligent judgments. Soon
the American public may be
called upon for a decision with
regard to active participation in
the war; almost surely the Amer
ican people will be consulted in
making the peace. It may rest
with our nation whether after the
war some sort of equitable inter
national system can be set up,
making it possible to stave off a
third war at least for a genera
tion or so.
Someone has said that free dis
cussion is the lifeblood of democ
racy. In keeping with that idea,
we urge our readers to put theiy
feelings in writing, if from time
to time the comments appearing
in this space arouse a reaction.
Welcome! Criticism
We welcome criticism of those
who agree or disagree with us.
It is regrettable that so much
discussion in these times is filled
with bitterness and intolerance.
We see how this affects the big
time professional columnists;
Dorothy Thompson is cursed with
fury formerly reserved only for
Madame Perkins. The columnists
themselves do not always keep
their tempers; you may remem
ber a while back when Huglj..
Johnson called Willkie “just a big
Hoosier hick.’’ Nevertheless, a
few writers still manage to use
temperate language and try to
reach impartial conclusions.
These men and women are ren
dering journalism and their na
tion a real service.
• •
The rule forbidding women
NYA employees from pledging a
women’s fraternity has been can
celled by University of Pitts
burgh's Pan-Hellenic council.
Complaints from women em
ployees, who felt that they had
as much right to join a sorority
as women who work outside
school, have been made for sev
eral years. Some women were
withholding NYA applications
until after rushing, and then ap
plying immediately after being
accepted by a sorority on the
* ^ $
New transfer students at Ore
gon State college spent last Sun
day afternoon at a local park
playing games, swimming and '"Y
hiking. The afternoon was cli
maxed by a get-acquainted cir
cle around a big bonfire with
singing of state songs.