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Frosh Renaissance...
JT was a man named Petrarch who first shocked the world of
the Middle Ages with tlie idea of doing a thing because of
individual motivation. Among other things, he jaunted up a
mountainside just to see the view on top, and regimented
Europe thought he was crazy because no one had worried much
about personal ideas or desires for several centuries. Today
we recognize this Renaissance Italian as one of the early
pioneers in the struggle for free thought.
Tonight several hundred freshmen begin the second round
of organizational meetings to determine their executive per
sonnel, their method of voting, their fundamental working
machine. We ask only one thing ... a difficult one ... of that
group tonight. We want them to think for themselves.
The Emerald could implore this freshman class to vote along
certain lines. We could urge them to remove the 50 cent class
card because we fundamentally believe that democracy and a
pol 1 tax are incongruent.
jglTT in reality it is not nearly so important what the fresh
men vote as it is why they vote. If a two-thirds majority
of the class of ’45 actually has studied both sides of the class
card issue and believes that sale oi‘ cards is the fairest method
of class finance, then that is certainly the action that should
be taken.
But if this freshman class is any distant cousin of previous
campus organizations, and the October 2 meeting gave several
indications that it is, very few know what the pro and con
arguments are or why they are voting.
The Kmerald has tried impartially to further their education
along that line, to explain thoroughly the methods of finance
and class organization that either method would make possible.
It has tried to create an awareness of what is going on.
These freslnfSen are not being asked to vote one way or
another. But we do urge that more than 1000 able-bodied,
fully-oapable human beings shake off the harness of dictated
thinking and vote for what they believe is logical and right
for the class of 1945. We ask them to think for themselves.
Money Talks...
^^MONG the many things accomplished in Portland over the
weekend was the renewal of acquaintanceship wwith the
boys left behind . . . the ones who chose to remain at home
instead of returning to college, and books, and midnight oil.
It was a profitable conversation that many an Oregon stu
dene had, for in this critical year it seems that those who stayed
home and worked are Ihe most fortunate; the ones that re
turned to school are on the short end, it seems.
College ago students, recently-graduated high schoolers, yes,
even just-out-of-grade-schoolers, are busy working. Jobs are
everywhere. The recently departed draftees have left plenty
of openings for ambitious young men.
In shipyards, the “boys who didn’t come back” and the high
schoolers are making from $45 to $75 a week. Money is plenti
At
Second
Qlance,
By TED HARMON
This last weekend wasn’t a bit
unlike Moses’ exodus into the
“promised land,” in more ways
than one. For Oregon spent the
weekend out of town, that’s cer
tain. But what Oregonians did is
something else. In fact, we’re
planning to write a book about
it; the title will probably be
something like “All This and
Heaven, Too.”
Of course, there were always
the freshmen that couldn’t and
didn’t want to forget they were
“college men” and waved at ev
eryone and everything. All that
includes coeds, farmers, horses,
and farmers driving horses.
And with the over-full cars
came the interesting road signs
like “the answer to a maiden’s
prayer is a man most anywhere
-—using Burma Shave.” And an
other, “Trains don’t wander all
over the map because no one’s
sitting in the engineer’s lap.”
Along with the signs, some of
the week’s best wit came from a
carload of Tri-Delts, as one
asked: “Look at that in the bag
gage compartment of the car
ahead ... is that a student rid
ing back there?” An upperclass
man shook her head, saying, “Oh,
it’s probably just a malignant
growth.”
Hills, better known as Wimpy’s,
in Salem, seemed to be the of
ficial stopping-off point for Ore
gon students. In fact, dishes were
piled up in every available corner
because waitresses didn’t have
time to clear and wash them and
still take care of the wandering
Webfoots. It A*as almost like
Taylor’s or the Side, with people
milling about, clouds of cigarette
smoke and the juke-box scratch
ing Freddy Martin’s “Concerto
in B Flat Minor.”
And then after 125 miles of
highway Portland rounded into
view and swallowed up Webfoots
for three days. Two places,
slightly reminiscent of Dunkirk,
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Sc/uke ^HUnki
US Backer of Russia’s Show
DON TREADGOLD
As we watch Russia’s desperate battle for Moscow, a signifi
cant detail creeps into the dispatches. The Russian radio says that
Siberian and Mongolian reserves are arriving at the front. This
means that the Red Far Eastern army is being fast depleted for
the defense of the West, leaving Vladivostok exposed to Japan. But
Stalin is not going to make a little present of Siberia to the Rising
sun. it must mean mat ne is ue
pending on someone else to pro
tect the East while he fights it
out in the West.
Unknown Quality
That somebody is Uncle Sam.
The other ABCD powers, Britain,
China, and the Dutch East In
dies, will probably not remain
idle, but we have it from good
authority that our government
now makes all decisions in the
Pacific for both Britain and
America. Will the United States
decide to fight?
It does seem that for some
strange reason even the isokf
tionists do not shrink from a
Japanese war. Senator Wheeler
does say, with obscure logic, “If
there is any likelihood of our go
ing to war with Japan, then we
ought to concentrate efforts on
building our own defenses.” Sen
ator Norris makes some pretty
cold-blooded statements about
what our planes could do to Jap
anese cities in a few hours. Be
assured that we will not permit
Japan to go much farther.
Stalling for Time
Then why, someone asks, does
the government drag on these
talks with the Japanese? We
cannot agree to recognize their
conquests, and meanwhile we
give China reason to doubt our
good faith. The answer is, in
plain language, we are simply
stalling.
With embargoes in effect
against Nippon, time is on our
side in the Pacific. With Ameri
can help beginning to count in
China, time appears also to be
working for Generalissimo Chi
ang. His recent victory at Chang
sha shows growing Chinese
strength.
We are not deserting China;
we are just giving Japan the run
around. If war does come, it is
not America which will cower in
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ful, tlie teen-agers are having a swell time, and the salaries
are being spent for all sorts of luxuries.
* * «
Y'ET it was somewhat reassuring to the student still struggl
ing through college, the one who has to earn his own way
or he content with a small allowance from a tax-oppressed
papa, that come what may the studies are not entirely in
vain . . .
When the boom is all over, the 15- and 16-year-olds getting
the $55 a week will discover to their dismay that the bottom
has dropped out of evertyhing . . . that they are about as well
equipped for their future life as a surgeon would be with a
meat axe . . . that the books discarded in teen age for the lush
salaries get awfully important when jobs are scarce and boom
times disappear.
This is a tough time to be going to school—it will be the
collegian of today who will have to solve the problems for
the high-salaried shipyard youngster tomorrow.
Perhaps with blood—and sweat—and tears.
It is reassuring to know we won’t be entirely unprepared.
—B.B.
By TED HALLOCK
I hear ugly rumors. It seems
that the musically intellectual
studes of Eugene, Oregon, did not
fully grasp the ethereal ideas of
S. Kenton. Some of them were
given three chances to dig it and
still didn’t latch on. But, then,
in the back of my mind I ex
pected as much. If any of you
or were perhaps peeved because
of undanceableness, don’t become
completely cynical, cause come
next Sunday eve at the Park,
Pappy Loud is importing the jive
king, your musical friend and
mine, Freddie Martin. There now,
doesn’t it feel better already.
Martin is also scheduled for a
two nighter in the big city north
ward at the Uptown Friday and
Saturday in case anyone cares
horribly. Down here he will play
for Sunday afternoon tea dancing
and the 9 p.m. till odd hours
nightly jog.
You will have to admit that
Kenton’s crew was certainly a
knocked-out affair physically.
Most of Mr. K’s men simply braid
the hair under their arms in place
of suspenders for those groovy
pants. Standard equipment for
the F. Martin outfit will probably
include yellow tennis shoes, black
leather boy ties, straw hat, gray
spats and a lunch pail. Oh yeah.
Stanley’s gang will re-descend
upon Jantzen next Friday and
Saturday eves if you want to get
your kicks all over again. Am I
kidding ?
Doses of Patriotism
cian’s union, AFM, did something
patriotic, for the second time in
his life, last week when he is
sued a request to all bandsmen
members that the national an
them be played immediately pre
ceding and following all dance
jobs. As yet the only band that
has followed his “request” is the
U.S. Navy sixty-piece job which
plays the anthem anyway on pen
alty of court-martial or some
thing else that’s nice. But Eu
gene, ah little Eugene, will be,
as usual, different. True Ameri
can to the core, Gary McLean,
local AFM secy., this week de
creed that all campus orks shaj^
make with the anthem at every
engagement. So, upon hearing
the “Stars” being played like
mad at your next house dance,
do not be alarmed, Roosevelt is
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were upset by what
Kenton Okay
Qoile^e Aduetdusvesti, <Jlaue JlancjAtacje ^Jnaulde tit jjapxut
(Editor’s note: The following
is the second installment of a let
ter from Robert Sheets and Man
lie Binford, University students
now on a round-the-world trip on
their own. The beginning chap
ter was published in last Tues
day's Emeralu.)
Uy ROBERT SHEETS and
M A TRIE BINFORD
It will really take a book to
narrate the wonders of China,
but to cut it short we will mere
ly call it terrific. The dates we
had seemed no different than
Americans (except they were
yellow) and it is surprising how
many Chinese speak English.
Due to the war Shanghai’s popu
lation has jumped from 2,000,000
to 4,000.000 and at nights the
streets are so crowded, with cry
ing children, men and women, the
only way to walk is in the mid
dle of the street. The Japanese
still maintain a military web
around the International Settle
ment to collect customs and mit
tigate political uprisings. The
gay night life continues to up
hold its reputation as the gayest
in the world, regardless of war
and inflation. For Americans liv
ing expenses are very low be
cause of the purchasing power
of one American dollar is at pres
ent worth twenty Chinese dol
lars. American movies can be
seen for as little as five cents
and to ride in a taxi is the same
as robbing a blind man, they are
dirt cheap.
Thirty-six hours on a Japanese
express liner is the time we spent
crossing from Shanghai to Nag
asaki, Japan. We landed there at
night in the rain and not a soul
could understand our English.
We did manage to find a little
hotel and the next morning we
saw the town escorted by a little
policeman whose arm band read:
“Hoetel Guide.” at the American
consulate we met Bruce Rodgers
and to our mutual surprise he
went to Oregon, Canard club and
graduated in 1937.
From Nagasaki north to Tok
yo is 2600 miles and on a fast ex
press train it takes only 30 hours
to make the trip. However, a
Japanese train is a nightmare
whether express or otherwise. We
sat up all night (all berths are
taken three days in advance) and
sleep was impossible for in back
of us two crying children could
not be stopped, under us were
two dogs fighting and the man
across from us figured our laplf
made perfect foot stools for his
bare feet.
Once in Tokyo though, we
were worse off than on the train. 1
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