Oregon <# Emerald
RAY SCHRICK, Editor; BETTY BIGGS SCHRICK, Business Mgr.
Published daily during the college year except Sundays, Mondays, holidays and final
examination periods by the Associated Students, University of Oregon.
Entered as second-class matter at the postoffice, Eugene, Oregon.
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'T'HERE are two arts that some persons inevitably pursue
through life in an effort to effec their perfection. One is
the art of “gold bricking,” the other the art of “griping” at
the appropriate, or unappropriate moment. Both start at the
second the young person is first asked to go to the store by bis
mother; they carry through life as a university pledge, and
emerge later into the professional realm. Both invariably ap
pear together, and both must be practiced steadily to assure a
finished performance.
There are many things that can be said for these arts, the
smooth way in which a “gold bricker” can push off a job, or
the way the “griper” can focus attention on another “who has
done absolutely nothing” at the very minute he is about to be
cornered by work. Gold bricking is always the last resort of
the gripe that failed, and the person who gripes most is almost
certainly the one who does the least under any conditions.
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'J'HE very fact that the griper has so much time to argue
about the way he is over-worked proves the fact that he
doesn’t have very much real work to do. If any further proof
is needed, doubt is quietly settled by forcing a job on him, then
watching him gold brick. This art of procrastination presents
its difficulties in peace time, because it is often more work to
out-procrastinate the procrastinators than the accomplished
fact is really worth (because there is always the danger of gold
bricking once they are forced into the job).
War does offer its kind solution to this problem, because
now that everyone recognizes the need to do something for the
war effort, it is not overly difficult to weed out the gold brickers
and gripers one-by-one, and put them to work in the armed
forces. Even a gold bricker will fight to save his life, so when
he faces the reality of a bombing in the army, navy, or marines,
he will at last seriously indulge in work, and the problem is
Solved. If the gold bricker is taken prisoner, he is certain to be
even greater help to the United Nations cause, because the Axis
thn must solve the problem of putting them to work—or of
shooting them. This solution results either in temporary re
form of the gold bricker, or in death. In either case the prob
lem is solved.
JlucJzq, £tude+vU . . .
^''JpiIE Student Discipline committee recently suspended two
students from the University for the remainder of the
college year because one attempted to substitute for the other
in an examination,” said a statement issued yesterday by the
]lisciplinary committee.
Kicking them out for only a year was being too good to
them.
A shockingly large number of University students seem
ingly are unable to comprehend that the United States is now
engaged in a total war . . . we are fighting for our very lives.
Men from all walks of life; rich men, poor men, beggar men,
thieves, all are out there somewhere giving their lives for a
cause, a cause we all believe is right,
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'JpilK army has seen fit to allow a privileged few of us to
remain in school to study so that we might be better fit
to aid in the war effort. Most of us who are staying in school,
leading lives sheltered from thewar, are extremely grateful for
our good fortune. We appreciate what is being done for us and
we are anxious to help in any way we can.
It is almost silly to call studying hard helping the war ef
fort, it is so obviously helping ourselves that we should do it
willinglv without an added incentive. But for those who need
an incentive, a tremendous one has certainly been provided.
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yet there are students at the University who take ad
vantage of their privileged status to have a good time,
sleep, and ignore their classes. Such students should be placed
on a basis with objectionists and aliens. They should either
be taken into the army where they'll have to work or sent to
camps where at least they won’t get in other people’s way.
Why should the men who are in reserves here on the cam
pus and who are working hard, be made to suffer because of
a few unpatriotic slackers who think the world owes them a
living?
Tf a man thinks he's in the University to have a good time
or to evade the draft, the University is no place for him and the
sooner he is weeded out and expelled, not just for a year or two,
but permanently, the better it will be for all of us.
Be glad, you two recently expelled ones, that your case was
judged by a lenient committee . . . the average student would
not have been half so easy. — G. D. W.
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Bombs Have Fallen
By DOROTHY GODKNECHT
An Oregon student far from
his family and friends, living in
a land of peace, plenty, and com
fort while his fellow countrymen
suffer the ravages of war, Er
nesto Santos looks with hope and
determination to his University
days as a preparation for serious
work ahead.
Ernesto, known to his friends
in America as Ernest, came to
the United States from the Phil
ippine Islands in 1939. After his
arrival in the United States, he
attended Lincoln high school in
Portland two years, and entered
the University of Oregon as a
prre-med student fall term, ’41.
The serious-minded Filipino
has a special interest in the pres
ent conflict due to the fact that
he attended Pangasinan high
school, which is located in Lin
gayen Beach, the scene of one
of the Japanese landing parties
on the Philippines.
Schooling
The Philippine schools are very
similar to any American school,
according to the dark-eyed lad.
The building itself where Ernest
went to high school was quite
modern and the curriculum was
very much the same. More em
phasis, however, was placed on
military training. Ernest has un
dergone military training ever
since he was in the fifth grade.
“Uniforms and all,” he laughed,
“only the guns were wooden.”
He has a younger sister still
in the Philippines. He also was
being taught fundamental mili
tary drills and first aid. The girls
wore uniforms too, only their
uniform more closely resembled
flash band uniforms than mili
tary dress.
The question, “What is the
hardest subject you ever stud
ies?” brought the immediate an
swer, “The English language.”
Ernest thinks it very amusing
the way students here struggle
over Spanish, as his native
tongue is approximately 60 per
cent Spanish. He says that there
are so many exceptions to rules
in English nine years in schools
in the Philippines, yet when he
arrived in the United States, he
was literally “lost.” American
slang proved to be the most dif
ficult obstacle the young immi
grant had to overcome. Even
now, he admits, certain slang ex
pressions are very puzzling to
him.
Patriotism
Ernest notices a difference in
the manner in which patriotism is
stressed here in America.
“We always had both the Phil
ippine and United States flags in
school and recited the pledge of
allegiance every morning,” he
says. "We were taught the mean
ing of the flag aijd the constitu
tion and understood what they
meant.”
Ernest doesn’t think that the
majority of the American school
children realize just what the
flag and the nation really stand
for.
The Filipinos are very gr^Jfcul
for what the United States nas
done for them, according to Er
nest. Naturally they have a de
sire for independence, but if they
are going to be troubled with
foreign interference, it is his
opinion that they would prefer
U. S. domination.- »
“We always -said that during
Spanish rule we were taught fear,
under U.S. domination we were
taught freedom," stated Ernest.
Education
In Ernest’s estimation, educa
tion is the most important thing
the Americans have given the
Philippines. With an excellent
educational program, the Philip
pines are coming one more step
towards an independent govern
ment.
Proudly Ernest told of the
Philippine form of govern:
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Harris Ellsworth, Congressman.
Something new has been added to a name that can claim
positions in every phase of journalistic work—and a fling at
lumbering. Not that there is anything unique in becoming a
congressman but Ellsworth, '22, is a living example of what
an Oregomeducated man can accomplish by staying in his own
state backyard.
Ellsworth works fast. Only a
year after he entered the Univer
sity he was made manager of the
Emerald. Proving himself excep
tionally capable in this position
he was shifted to the post of
Oregana manager for the next
year. Depleted finances forced
temporary retirement from school
and he went to work for the Ore
gon City Enterprise.
Several months of work re
plenished his wallet and he was
finally graduated in 1922—im
mortalizing his senior year by
launching the “Lemon Punch"
humorous collegiate magazine
specializing in the "Who was that
lady T saw you out with last
night?" type of joke.
He's tall, blond and has a
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Between
The Lines
By CORP. ROY PAUL NELSON*
^Courtesy the ROTC Department
“I thought,” a campus person
ality addressed m^e, “that you
were in a reserve.”
“Aye—that I am,” I responded,
as I wended my way from the
Halls of Johnson to the Shores
of Deady. #
“No. You are in active service.”
“No. I am not.”
“Yer wrong,” he told me.
“Yer nuts,” I told him, quite
frankly.
“Well, if yer not'in the service
—how come you write between
the lines?”
PRESENTING—a short short
short, entitled “Gfftlkjxmb”:
The scene opens at the begin
ning. On second thought, we shall
start at the ending, thus omitting
such timeworn data as a plot,
climax, and mashed potatoes.
A reservist failed to make his
2-point. He is back for his final
try. Should he get below the min
imum the second time, he will
not have to bother with math
lessons any longer, as he wijilke
yanked into the service, nut
bang.
It is night. The gent is hitting
the books with his roomie. They
find said treatment hal'd on said
books, so they settle down to
study instead.
“You got yer math?” asked
the gent who wasn’t on the honor
roll.
“I’m having a little trouble,”
admitted his roomie, who pulled
down a neat 2.06 himself.
"Where’s Ralph?” offered the
first boy.
“Yes, where’s Ralph?” echoed
the Phi Bete.
As if in answer to his qi
the door opened and in stepped- a
housebrother. He had the air of
a man whose first initial was
“R.” It is Ralph, you say. You
are a liar. It is Richard.
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