At
Second
(fiance.
By TED HARMON
Well, here it is Monday morn
ing and while you’re eating your
hurried breakfast, stop to think
how proud your parents are of
you because you didn’t skip any
of today’s classes. After all, this
week, there’s Armistice day;
.next week Thanksgiving; next
week Homecoming, and then De
cember is here. It’s not worth it!
We made a hurried check-up
among living organizations and
after some mathematical work,
figured out that there should be
about 614 Webfoots absent from
classes today.
It’s getting to be almost funny.
Nowadays, when adequate edu
cation is provided for nearly ev
eryone, for the students classes
end on Thursday so they can get
ready for Friday, Saturday, and
Sunday. In other words, like
those of Mestofleas, the office
cat, it may be only a few years
until school will be held in be
tween vacations and weekends.
This Monday edition more or
less caught us with our notes
down and depleted. Not used to
missing our Sunday dinner to
write, we scanned back and
forth over the campus and found
a few things to occupy the dis
mal thoughts of a Monday morn
ing mind. Like this one, for in
stance.
Where is Oregon’s victory
bell ? As far as we can gather, it
has been stolen from the cam
pus; at least numerous living or
ganizations say they don’t know
where it is. Latest rumor to tic
kle our eardrums said it was in
Corvallis. We called the Kappa
Sigs and they said the Betas had
it. Calling again, the Betas said
that some group came over and
picked it up. Of course, we may
be wrong about our suspicions to
say Oregon State has the bell.
Late tonight we had received
partial verification of the rumor,
with a hint from an OSC ad that
“it’ll ring out at the game in two
weeks!” As Operator 6-X said,
flicking off the ashes of his
trench-mortar, “we’ll get it
back!”
ADPins: like Eva Marquist and
Carl Johnson, OSC Phi Sig, or
Margaret Child's taking Johnny
Alden’s brass; or even Orabelle
Bulgamore wearing March Hay’s
SAE pin.
Our Daily Correspondence: on
their way to the Sigma Delta
Chi convention at New Orleans,
Buck Buchwach and Ep Hoyt are
writing daily to this column on
little oddities they see and hear
on their fourteen-day trip. Here's
the first letter:
“En route to New Orleans, 220
miles north of San Francisco. It
was nice getting onto a train
without thousands of people bid
ding one goodbye. Cheered by the
fact that everybody in the Uni
versity was aware of our trip and
hadn’t come down to the train
because they wished to spare the
tears, Ep and 1 decided to go to
bed, but not before we had seen
a young thing of 65 wearing a
615-year-old stickpin and dream
ily swaying to the music of “To
night We Love.”
“If someone will please wire
immediate instructions on how
to climb into an upper berth
without the aid of a ladder, it
would please us no end. We used
Les Steers’ high jump style last
night, but for some reason a
gangly five feet," fbpr inch giant
such as I couldn’t make it too
well. Well, the corridor of the
train wasn't bad as a bunk, but
every time the train stopped, the
porter for some strange reason
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Oregon w Emerald
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Kahananui; Professor George Turnbull, adviser. _
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Tomorrow Is Armistice...
'T'O MORROW is Armistice clay. It has a hollow sound, this
talk of the peace of a Avar that was “to end wars.” It is
almost Avith a sense of shame that Americans pause tomorrow
to revere the memory of eleven million men Avho lost their lives
in a conflict that has not yet ended.
It is with difficulty that the American of today attempts
to relegate his experience-born ideas of the futility, the hate
fulness of war to a place alongside the creed of force to which
America today finds herself rededicating every effort. But
that should be the theme of this Armistice day.
The president in Washington, the interventionists and the
isolationists on the senate floor, the ambassadors in Europe,
the army and navy mpn ... all these can plot the war’s course,
can blueprint their plans for Hitler’s destruction. But only the
individual can discover his oavii philosophy of the Avar, can
make this neAv war assume its rightful place in an America
that has come to hate war.
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'JMIE purpose of every democratic-principled individual today
is to make his rightful conception of the evils of war con
form with his realization that this war is fundamentally neces
sary for the preservation of the very core of his way of life.
We cannot help, so soon after the catastrophe of 1918, sin
cerely despising the idealization of bugle calls, the blasting
of fathers in trenches Avhile starving their babies at home.
Nobody can make ideals out of those things for a good many
years to come.
But today the world is at Avar. There is a life and death
struggle betAveen the philosophy of force as only a poAver
getting offensive agent and the philosophy of force for pro
tection only. Democracy after democracy has fallen because
their people could not realize that these tAvo philosophies of
the Avar Avere incompatible. Says Leon Cotnareanu, French
neAVspaperman, in his book, “The Alternative:” “. . . the
French never (in AVorld War II) thought of war in the same
Avay as did the Germans. They thought of war only as a defen
sive Aveapon, because they never intended to attack anybody;
they had been so badly hurt ... by the first World War that
they sincerely desired peace.”
J^IKE France, America does not want to go to war, does
not want to mix in the struggles of Europe, is unalterably
frightened by the semblance of permanency that another union
with European nations in war might bring in peacetime.
But today, on tins Armistice day 1941, when we are cele
brating peace . . . the world is at war. The American way of
life is threatened. Perhaps America could watch the rest of
the civilized world become virtual vassal states and remain
intact ; perhaps Hitler means what his blueprint indicates . . .
that he will “permit” three great nations.
But his whole theme is that of a master race, and it seems
illogical that in a Hitler-dictated peace he would remain long
content with “dewish-labelled America,” or Oriental Japan
on the same plane. Monopolizing most of the markets of the
world, Germany would thwart the great trading development
of America. Religiously, where would American freedom be
in a world without Christ.
* * *
^^MERICA’S cultural heritage . . . free thought, free expres
sion of ideas . . . could not help but be imprisoned in a
world dictated to by a nation that professed to be Godless,
without art, without competition, without equal rights among
men. There could be no peace on Hitler’s terms that would leave
Americans their present right to worship as they please, to
write as they please, to interpret as they please, to think as
they please.
Milton's cry, “Give me liberty to know, to utter, and to
argue freely according to my conscience, above all liberties”
takes the place of battle cries and idealized warfare to make
the theme of this second great World War. For that is why
America will fight. That is why the United States has only
one path to follow. It is so the children of our generation can
say, “America's voice . . . the democratic voice . ... at the
council tables of World War II makes it possible for me to let
conscience rather than dictated rule be the guide for what I do,
what 1 think, and what I enjoy.”
TWO MONTHS EARLY
'UMitesi Speculate*
If Russia Surrenders—
By DON TREADGOLD
A billion dollars—that is what the United States is lending
Russia to fight Hitler; “Stop fighting Russia or lose our friendship,’’
* we say to Finland.
Yet the Soviet embassy gave an enormous reception celebrating
the anniversary of the Russian revolution, at which not a single
senator nor supreme court jus
tice is present .These events sym
bolize the fact that we are help
ing Russia, not because we love
Stalin or communism, but because
we are both engaged in the com
mon effort to beat Hitler.
Russia, a Bulwark
As time passes, we realize
more and more how absolutely
essential it is that we keep Rus
sia fighting Hitler, even at the
cost of great sacrifices and great
risk. Last week Col. Josiab
Wedgwood, labor member of par
liament, said, “If Russia surren
ders, I doubt whether our resolu
tion to hoid out would endure for
long.”
Though this may be an over
statement, it has an element of
truth in it. If Russia falls, the
war may last decades. There sim
ply would be no way to strike
Hitler a knockout blow for a
long, long time.
Mutilation
Let us consider what Russian
collapse would really mean. It
would mean Japan and Germany
would probably partition the
whole Soviet Union, China woUTd
be almost surrounded by enemies,
Japan would have her Manchu
rian army released to knock
out the army of free China,
most of Asia would be in axis
hands, Turkey would be forced to
yield, and the road to India would
lie open.
For the conquered peoples Rus
sian surrender would mean cold
despair. This blow, combined
with the Nazi campaign of bru
tality being carried on express
ly to break the spirit of the con
quered, might make the occupied
peoples docile enough for Hitler
actually to organize his New'Dr
der in Eurasia with some degree
of stability.
Some people say, what if Rus
sia wins? Would not the prestige
of victory be communism’s, not
democracy’s? Possibly, but it is a
choice we must take. Better a
victory with the aid of Russia
than defeat by Hitler.
9*i 'lime With the 'luneA.
By Ruiy flackbott
Tune in on KOIN any Sunday
morning between 9:30 and 10
a.m., and you will be privileged
to hear what in my estimation is
the best choral group in the
country presenting a weekly half
hour program. (By now most of
you know I am speaking of the
Mormon Tabernacle choir at Salt
Lake City.)
This choir, consisting of 350
highly trained voices, offers a va
riety of musical selections rang
ing from the music of Bach and
Handel to the better known mu
sic of the day.
Unfortunately, the choir has
not recorded my selections. One
very lovely recording with “Wor
thy Is the Lamb’’ from the Mes
siah on one side and “He Watch
ing Over Israel” from the Elijah
on the other is available for only
a dollar. Most recordings of the
choir aie on single records such
as this one.
One of the largest, most pow
erful organs in the country
companies the choir. It is so pow
erful, in fact, that it has to be
“toned down” in order that tne
Mormon tabernacle may remain
standing and not be shaken down
oy the vibrations.
Largest Organ
J. Spencer Cornwall, organist,
usually plays one Bach fugue on
each radio program, and plays it
well.
Another choir worthy of spe
cial mention is the Westminster
cl oir, one of the oldest choral
groups in New York. They appear
on the radio infrequently, which
isn’t enough. Their program with
the New York Philharmonic yes
terday was memorable.
Always Good
Choral music is one of the moJF
understandable forms of music.
Nearly everyone enjoys it, even
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