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. On Qoli &>uchi*Uf . . . '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. * * =f' '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, ?k * * '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. 5*C 5fc Ifr 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. ■fit • • • 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: (Please turn to page three' nt. rrs geitin' A LITTLE CHILLY , , AROUMD THE S EDGES/ ^EAMDJI (WINN.) STATE TEACHERS COLLEGE IS THE COLDEST SCHOOL IN THE COONTRT TEMPERATURES OFTEN GET BELOW -40° AND -50° IS NOT UNUSUAL/ • BUCKSHOT■ Sigma alpha epsilon is the largest COLLEGE FRATERNITY. IT CLAIMS THE MOST CHAPTERS (IIS), MOST HOUSES (97), AND THE MOST INITIATES (51,106). Whew upsala college UPPERCLASSMEN SHOUT "AIR RAID* ALL FRESHMEN IN THE VICINITY MUST DROP FLAT ON THE GROUND OR DIVE INTO A NEARBY BUSH/ L Pennsylvania has MORE COLLEGES AND UNIVERSITIES THAN ANV OTHER. STATE / vw 0 PENN.- 51 N.V. - MG OHIO - H5 | MiUUeA 'IViUan Spied. . . . Mr. Harris Ellsworth I 1 SriiHiiiniiuiiiiiiiiiiimmiiHiiiiiiiuiiiiiiHiniiiiiiiiiiiHiiiiiiiiiiiHuiiiiiiiiiiuiiiinmiiiiiH!iiiiitiiiiiiiiiiiiiniiimnimiinTniRniHiiii!iiiiiiiimiiHiiiiiiiii)iiiiiiiiiumiiiim!iiiiiH!iiiniiiiimm^ 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 (Please turn to page three) 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. (Please turn to page three)