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Page 2 DAILY EMERALD, Saturday, November 8, 1941 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: $1.26 per term and $3.00 per year. Entered as second :lass matter at the postffice, Eugene, Oregon. HELEN ANGELL, Editor FRED MAY, Business Manager Associate Editors: Betty Jane Biggs, Hal Olney Kay Schrick, ManaKinjr Editor Bob Frazier, News Editor Jim Thayer, Advertising Manager Warren Roper, National Advertising Manager Editorial board: Buck Buchwach, Hal Olney, Betty Jane Biggs, Ray Schrick. Jonathan Kahananui; Professor George Turnbull, adviser. UPPER NEWS STAFF Jonathan Kanananui, Eee hlatberg, Co-Sports Editors Corrine Nelson, Mildred Wilson, Co-Women’s Editors Herb 1'enny, BUI Milton, Assistant Managing Editors Joanne Nichols, Assistant News Editer Mary Wolf, Exchange Editor UPPER BUSINESS STAFF Helen Kayourn, layout Manager Dave Holmes, Circulation Manager Maryellen Smith, Special laaue Manager .ftivera iviaeaer, jjeora wnueiocK, Classified Managers Helen Flynn, Office Manager Peggy Magiil, Promotional Director Editorial and Business Offices located on ground floor of Journalism building. Phones 8300 Extension : 382 Editor; 353 News Office ; 359 Sports Office; and 364 Business Office. 1941 Member 1942 Associated Golleftiate Press • • • Test Flight ^^NE of the chief obstacles to the theory of underclass opera tion of student government, an obstacle which temporarily blocked the way of increasing membership on the ASUO execu tive committee before last year’s change, was the question of the attitude of members. The fundamental idea of membership on the exec committee, according to Dean of Men Virgil D. Earl, who has seen a 'great many of them come and go, is that the members must largely forget that they were to a certain extent placed in office by political means. They must realize that henceforth they are representatives of the student body as a whole. Obviously, it is easier for seniors to adopt this view because they have no axes left to grind in the political mill, and can think more clearly on controversial issues. That lower division students might be prone to continue to grind their axes, "was a vital question in many minds. # * # JT is gratifying to note, at the mid-point of their first term, that this year’s first 12-man executive committee has had no accusations of unfairness or prejudices levelled against it. Freshmen, sophomores, juniors, and seniors are equally re sponsible for that record. Each problem has been approached in a businesslike man ner, the opinion of the whole student body checked, and intelli gent discussions carried on to provide better bases for a decision. Certainly, there have been political ties that are not easily forgotten. But it is to the credit of the executive committee that those ties have not materially affected their approach to problems, have seldom entered into discussions of the worthi ness of possible appointees. Rather, each member has shown an honest attempt to approach controversial issues from the point of “What does the student body want?” The initial test of the enlarged council is almost over. So far they have shown themselves capable—seniors and under classmen alike—of the task of student government they assumed. Amos Is Gone_ rJ''IlERE has been an empty void in the vicinity of our mid section the past few days, and until today we were unable to ascertain the basis of the odd feeling. Today we saw a dog, an ordinary dog to be sure, walking slowly down the street, sniffing the rain-sweetened Oregon air floating about the campus. And then we knew that which was missing, another little At Second (fiance By TED HARMON Early this morning while look ing through our notebook for ad ditional material upon which we might bring this invasion to an end, we discovered that page four was missing. In that case, we’ll just read page two twice and call it even. SYNOPSIS: Since two innocent victims were supposedly canoe in gin the mill race and saw a submarine periscope rise out of the water, oh, well, you won’t be able to understand it anyway. Immediately the ROTC forces were mustered and plastered. Said one officer: “Wake that man up!” But the campus doesn’t sleep that night, for nearly ev erything is intense. W’ell, almost everyone, though a few don’t bother. Along with the Kappa home guard, University PE classes vol unteer for duty. Student golfers at Laurelwood carry sub-machine guns in their bags. The tumbling teams practice backward somer saults while the swimming teams hunt for pennies on the bottom of the Gerlinger tank. Johnson hall, whose fifth column is now placed in a shrine next to the Alpha Chi fireplace, does a neat job of camouflage with a waving banner over the front entrance, “Welcome, Oregon Mothers!” Fraternity war chiefs meet at the Tri-Delt house for lunch and are immediateely bewildered by superior military tactics. Say the Tri-Delts: “we’ll be down in a minute, fellows!” Kay Daugherty, exponent of the solving of domes tic problems, adds: “we’re not mad at anybody.” But above all this, campus comment reaches a new high. Classes are shoved into the back (Please turn to page seven) 'W'Utesi 'M'uj&i Moral Disarmament By DON TREADGOLD Thursday night Dr. Louis Marlio, French industrialist and au thor, outlined to the University Lecture Series audience the peace of 1919 and the prospects for the next one. As requirements of peace he listed military, economic, and moral disarmament. He was optimistic indeed about the outcome of the war. Seeing a democratic victory as assured by American intervention, he stated flatly, “Roosevelt will succeed where Wilson failed” in making' peace. This made us knock hard on wood. Marlio Confident We hope Dr. Marlio is right. If a person who comes from the very vortex of the violent vil lainy of postwar (or prewar, de pending on which war you mean) European politics can cherish such hopes for the outcome, we should at least not be more cyn ical than he. After all, if we do not serious ly expect a real and final settle ment to follow this war, we had better just toss away our arms and wait patiently for the wolves to get us. It would be so much simpler. No, this time we MUST look ahead, and not repeat old mistakes. As President Roose velt said Thursday, “The defeat of Hitlerism is necessary so that there may be freedom; but this war, like the last war, will pro duce nothing but destruction un less we prepare for the future now.” Looking Ahead So it may not be entirely in sane to try to visualize the shape of things to follow World War II, even though the light of vic tory may look feeble and faraway now. Dr. Marlio gave us three principles; military, economic, and moral disarmament. By this last he did not mean Buchmanite Moral Rearmament. He meant such things as the safeguarding of free enterprise, the restoring of the family as a real force for stability and good, the rebirth of religion, the giving to youth of some belief more true and basic, (Please turn to page sez>cn) dog, a very ordinary dog to be sure, but yet not so ordinary. The Sigma Alpha Mu chapter has lost Amos. We met Amos just a couple of years ago, and to us then he was just a mutt. Not big, not handsome, not sleek, not pedigreed like lots of other very fine dogs with blue ribbons and ultra special canine family trees. Then he started snuggling his cold black nose into the palm of our hand, and waving his small and alert ears at us in friendly fashion. lie stuck his paws into our hands, and asked us to be friends. * * * 'yy'E saw then that he wasn’t just a brown little dog but a golden little fellow, eager to be our buddy. He wasn’t just the SAM dog, but he was our pup. Not big or impressive, to be sure, but small, friendly, and supremely happy. Everybody who ever met Amos had one more friend. His bark was not a warning but a welcome. His eyes twinkled merrily, and he was as well-mannered as an aristocratic blue blood, and oh so much more human. One from the University of Oregon is missing, and there is a void, and with good reason. You see, he was an ordinary dog, lie who burned to death. But then again, not so ordinary.—B.B. ^foodie • • • By MARY WOLF ^ University of Detroit—Football enthusiast celebrated last week’s victory for a long time and with much abandon. When he was about to depart into a pouring rain, someone offered him an um brella. Waving it away with a grandiose gesture, he assumed a very dignified stance and said: “Don’t need it. I can find my way.” Tsch! Tsch! * * * University of Wisconsin—First conscientious objector “drafted1^ out of the university since pas sage of the Selective Service act, Jacob Cohn, letters and science senior from Waukesha, received his order to report at Camp Stro nach, Manistee county, Michigan, “for non-military work of na tional importance” on November 7. Cohn said he had been regis tered with the Baptist church as a conscientious objector to war since September, 1939. He was classified 1-A by his local board but appealed his case and was reclassed 4-E by the board of ap peal. Cohn has been active in campus anti-war and pacifist groups for the past two years. ^ * * * Dresses made of banana fiber should be easy to slip on.—Mills College Weekly. * sjs * University of California—Sig ma Nu fraternity brothers ap pealed to the campus public to have their Doberman Pincher dog “Baron” from death by overeat ing. The dog’s corpulent condition was caused by the variety and amount of food he ate as he made his habitual round of campus liv ing groups. The black, short haired canine returned recently from a local dog hospital wheff for two and a half weeks he has undergone treatments which re duced his weight from 72 pounds to 60. Fall night—Fall moon Stars shine—Like June. Boy—Girl—Meet there Boy dark—Girl fair. They meet—Some fun Two heads—Now one. What’s the answer? Here’s the score. Girl had test day before. Boy has same test next day. Some system I’d say. —Beacon. College AduesUosieki Strip, to Panama — *7Junk ot dome (Editor’s note: The following is the final installment of a let ter from Robert Sheets and Mau rice Binford, University students, now on a round-the-world trip on their own. Early installments were printed in the Emerald in October.) By ROBERT SHEETS and MAURICE BLN FORD Our stay in Singapore, just eight days, passed quite rapidly and we regret now we did not ■tay longer. We thought of se curing work, but then again we didn’t want to be caught there in case a war broke out with Ja pan. We have found, no matter where we are, a college man has little trouble in meeting the right people and finding a suit able job. In the alien registration office we met a fraternity brother from Penn State who the next day with his girl and two other Eng lish girls drove us 125 miles north of Singapore into the state of Johore for a good old Amer ican picnic. The beach we picked for swimming was a sight to see and to us it made California and Florida beaches seem like pools of mud. All along the coast the beach was extremely wide and the fine sand was white as snow'; flanking its one side wras a row of tall palm trees and on the other side the water was clear and surprisingly warm. Out in the water about one hundred yards, as far as the eye could see in either direction, was stretched row against row of barbed wire entanglements strung out to protect the nearby Anzac artillery encampments. In back of us in the trees monkeys could be seen running up and down and occasionally, one bolder than the rest, would venture out for a stray crumb of bread or apple. Cold Feet The day before we left Singa pore we made one last effort to continue on around the world. We produced our letter from the Free French consul in Manila and the immediate results were alarming. Instead of sending us to Duella, Africa, like we expect ed they would, they wanted to put us on a troop transport the very next day and send us to Cairo, Egypt, for the duration of the war. To make a long story short, we got cold feet, backed down, and accepted a job on an American freighter carrying tin and rubber to New York. Advice and Warning Well, looking back we find we have done everything possible on a ship; first, we traveled third class; thbn second; then first, and now we are working our way. In case someone suggests travel ing second or third class on a ship in order to meet the most interesting people—just ignore him, because no doubt he doesn’t know the difference. We know the difference, because in third class we had to put up with Chi nese babies and their incessant crying and in the second class we contended with weird musical records from the Punjab in In dia. It was finally in first class that we met interesting and nor mal people. So, as connoisseurs on traveling, we suggest first class—that is if you want to re main in a peaceful frame of mind. Borneo “Bills” After leaving Singapore our first stop was in Miri, a little'f town in the northern part of Sar awak, Borneo. We stopped to (Please turn to page seven)