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About Oregon daily emerald. (Eugene, Or.) 1920-2012 | View Entire Issue (March 19, 1943)
I Oregon Emerald 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. • • • SpsUtUf, at the l/f gPRING term, sans picnics and fanfare, opened Wednesday. Contrary to trite phraseology, we will not say it will be a term of great suffering, which it will be in many parts of the world, nor will we say it will be a term demanding the ut most in studies, for most students already realize the burden is on their own shoulders. It is more a term of great tests, though not of the class room variety. Off campus, the entire United States faces tests—in Tun isia (Will the Axis be driven out), in Russia (Can Stalin’s armies hold their ground and push ahead), in western Europe (Will spring term see the opening of a real second front!) On campus, it is most of all a test for the individual reserv ist’s strength—through that uncertain wait which precedes the call we know is coming. It is a heavy test for fraternities, this last term of semi normal campus life—whether to remain open, how to “double up” on dinners with a neighboring house, the problems of re adjustment to a situation rapidly changing. * * * JpOR the ASUO, it is a test in student government—to remain alive not only this term, but also on the women’s, 4-F’s, and service man’s campus of next fall. We aie just on the verge of all the great changes which have been predicted for so many months. Spring term at the U will tell. In a few weeks we will see the departure of some 160 ERC men for parts unknown. Air corps and other reserv ists may leave through the term. Yet it is unlikely that campus life will shrivel up and die. Spring ushers in no glamorous pic ture of optimism, yet neither is it a time for despair. Many houses will close before another year can open—but it is only a durational setback. Civilians will leave, but many will return in army garb; (he campus will not resemble a deserted village. Activities and studept government will be curtailed, but in some design they will carry on, even should it mean women in lyoth president and vice-president posts as it did in World War I. Somehow the Axis will be pushed from Tunisia, and some how student government will survive'. Somehow Russia will fight a German push to save the re-gained land, and somehow tile individual reservist will carry his study load until that call ccjines. In some way, a second front will open., and in some winy students will adapt themselves to rapid campus changes. There will be curtailment, but far from a dead spring term at the U. 'WagiSk Y.. s ! ■ - - V. S. Qtuti lob Peace . . . T^TARCH 19, today, iA'a twenty-third anniversary that calls ] for commemoration. Not for celebration—but commem oration. On March 19, 1920 a serious faced man sought to nsjarry his friend to an ideal. But a massed voice of opposition arose. As seldom happens in a marriage ceremony, men spoke - | they never hhitl their .peace. ’■ j On March 19, 1920 the United States Senate voted against entering tliC1 U'edgtte Of Nations'. So there is no wedding anni- , versary to commemorate. President Wilson, the serious faced, the peace-maker had inspired world-wide hope for and faith in the ideal of peace, lie fathered the league, and rallied nations t<p its trump of peace.. But he could not wed his'" friend” the government of the Thu ted States, his people, to the ideal. j Organization of the League climaxed four years of world Warfare, four years of bloodshed, mental anguish’ and work to establish peace. Wilson's 14 points, his pledges ofdnternational re-organization, of just settlement for all peoples, played a great role in the armistice. The leaflets scattered throughout : . . "•>■■■* i « ■ . ..4T, 11io warring nations, IVaring the 11 point peace pledge in Ger man, Austrian, French, Italian inspired confidence in people tired of war. Yet his own people lost faith first, and in a reac tionary wave cast the vote that turned all the struggle to no account. ' * * * THIS day of commemoration, another world conflict , raises. At the very moment, U. S. agents and sympathizers distribute pamphlets, match covers, blotters, all manner of propaganda material throughout the world; each piece carries h promise in a foreign 'language, a pledge to foreign nations that the United States is out to help them win freedom from aggression, and peace. i On this day, in commemoration, anticipating another world ace conference, each American can only hope and pray : may wo havh leaders to point out and promote the ways of peace; mav part\ lines, political ambitions and animosities he aban doned in the work for peace; may obstruction be abandoned, ind cooperation take its place. May all Americans unite in the fight and settlement. May the l .S. man the guns of peace as site mans those of v.mtt —1. \Y. Nuf Sed B> CIIAS. POLITZ This is the first of 1 or 2, or 4 or 5, or until - the - paper - runs - out articles on our spring vacation trip to San Francisco. Our first article will be entit led “From Hell to Heaven’’ or “From Final Exams to the Top o’ the Mark.’’ Our last article will be entitled “From Heaven to Hell’’ or “From the Top o’ the Mark to Registra tion.” This is the first article. * * * Went to San Francisco on the train . . . they called it. The trip down was grimy, tor ture for our neatly pressed tweed suit, and uneventful except for several events. Got at least five hours sleep. Divided our unslept time between appreciating a not-too-profession al rendition of Beethoven’s Fifth by the baby across the aisle, and convincing our hand that our pen knife was too good for the kid. The second movement was a safety - pin - agitated fortissimo, and the performance was brought to a beautiful conclusion by a muchly needed fifth movement “Changing of the Diaper—Alle gro.” The lady in the seat next to us spent a good deal of Saturday morning trying to convert us. She had been all over the world con verting heathens and aborigines. Didn’t think it was so apparent, or was it our shampoo. At last we wriggled loose and had lunch. We returned to find her boning up on examples from the New Testament to further break down our resistance. We went on reading the Po lice Gazette. 1 She told us that an SAE who was well lemon-coked had been ; talking to her last night between cars and that the conductor had . told them it was against the law —’-to talk in between cars. She asked us what we were go ing to do in San Francisco. “Sleep and go to the bars, and ; sleep—and go to the bars—and go to the bars" , * . She left. f Guess she thought we were get ting too much sleep. "Hey, lady, bring back that Po lice Gazette!" Larsen Says— * (Editor's note: The following article by A1 Larsen was written in reply to an article in the Feb ruary issue of Readers' Digest on profits.) Dear Grandfather: Your letter to me explaining how there can be a profit which is not taken from the work of someone else was simple and helpful. You write about a primitive so ciety of 100 people and say that “profit is the result of enter prise which builds for others as well as for the enterpriser,” but we high school students have been talking together and we think that maybe our profit sys tem is a little mixed up today. There were seme questions asked of me which I should like to pass on to you, if you don’t mind. Bit Radical One of the boys—he’s a bit rad ical, I think—wanted to know why the 99 people didn't own the (Incase lorn to page three) B’tween the Lines By ROY PAUL NELSON * I HADN’T SEEN so many people in one place since last registration. I had rushed over there early to avoid the rush. I met all of my old friends, and I shook his hand heartily. “Glad to see yer back,” I told him. “Well, I knew it would be kinda warm in here,” he ex plained. And so I stood in line and waited for Jack to give me a card. "Thank you, Jack,” I said, as he shuffled the deck and' served me. "Aw—it was nothing,” said Jack modestly. I would have filled out the card, except for one minor detail. No ink in my pen. And I didn’t bring a pencil with me. The Touch "May I borrow yer pen, Jack?" “How about this pencil?” “Swell,” I said. "Cards must be filled out in ink,” said Jack. So I filled it out in pencil. Next came my trial program. My adviser acted as judge. “Well, what do you want to take this term?” he asked. Hmm “Well—gym,” I ventured. "And what else?” "Military.” "Yes—” I hesitated. "Hew many credits does that make?” My adviser counted on his fin gers. "Two,” he announced. Ahem After wre had the program worked out I borrowed his pen cil, and filled out the cards. I was handing them in to their re spective homes when two girls came up. "May I have your autograph?” one of the girls asked, hypothet ically. “Sure," I said, generously. "Er, may I borrow your pencil?” I signed my name with flourishes. The girl pointed to it and said to her companion, "See—you were wrong!” Have One I watched Dan hang up an other closed-class sign. "Hello, Dan,” I said. "That was the nicest thing you could have said to me," said Dan with emotion. ' Before leaving I had to sign my name on my activity card. I borrowed the pencil from the kid at the window. (Please turn to page three) A&Jiih By JOHN J. MATHEWS Those whose pulse is quickened by a stomping, solid beat are di recting their footsteps this weaBt toward the sign of the windmim on the Springfield road. It is not often that the old college 'town is privileged to hear so remark- , able a musician as Bruce Patter- - son, colored ace of—check this— the .banjo.. Eddie Peabody and followers have blackened the name of the guitar’s brother in the eyes of most present-day jazzists, but many still remem ber the (days & disks of Chicago, K. C., and New Orleans when no one had ever heard of using a gui tar in a righteous jam outfit. Bruce is not some second-rate character relying on a bookwoods vaudeville circuit for a meager existence. Fact is, he is an ex Ellington man. And the gratify ing thing about him is that he is not in the game merely for t£ sheckels he can make: he love! to play. Tuesday night, for instance, he was slated to do two floor shov/s at the House of Erickson. Actual ly, when the trio which furnishes the week-night dance material started playing, he restrained himself as long as possible and then climbed up on the stand with the boys and started pound ing away. Though most of the customers don’t appreciate how amazing the Patterson technique is, he is called back time and again after every show and in be tween the tricks which catch the audience's ear, you hear dozens^ of little things coming from hi^r flying fingers that will make you catch your breath. Like playing rock-solid rhythm and biting, jazzy ad lib on top of each other. Yes. (Please turn to page three)