j Spying | on G./.s ^llll!l!ll!l!llllll!ll!!!!IUIIIII!llll!!ll!|!ll|]|IIIIIIIIIIUIIUIIII!llm Private Bill Hoff’s likes and dis likes may be just mentioned in this column—passed over lightly so to speak. But we would like you to know from the first that there is no happy medium for him. He is a fellow of violent tastes and unfortunately his most emphatic views were censored. Anyone whose favorite book Is “Language in Action” by Hisa kowa and who spends his Satur day evenings studying maps is apt to be misunderstood. But Bill says you’ve only to begin Hisakowa and you can’t stay away. It’s just the initial effort that’s hard. Bill Hoff is a native of Milwau kee, Wisconsin, which may ex plain why he doesn't feel at home in a dry state. (He misses the cheese, too.) But the one thing that really worries him is why Oregonians don’t paint their bams. “Wisconsin has such beau tiful barns ...” Hill attended the University of Wisconsin where he majored in English. (After the war he in tends to teach math!) His hobby is the education of the masses and it the masses aren’t available, in dividuals will do. If you think this sounds like an egotistical quiz kid, you may be right. Bill coined the phrase himself. No interview is complete these days without asking for an opin ion of Frank Sinatra. “I swoon,” Bill says soulfully, “but I prefer Freddie McGurgle!’’ We are hap pier now that we know he follows “Lil’ Abner”, too. Comes A Pause: Hate at night, about eight in the morning, there are the classes, sttangely enough called “Eight o’Clocks.” The fog hangs low and the black of night, combined with the slick wet pavement, makes the navigation of the most fog worthy Webfoot a dangerous and even quite praiseable feat. Between the dark, and the dark light, And between each Oregon shower, Comes a pause in the night’s re piration, That is known as “the Miserable Hour.” The air is brisk-cold in the morn ing, And the fog hangs so low that they say, “Many students signed up for these classes, Blunge in, and lose their way.” Come one o’clock turn from this hour, For nine o’clock’s followed by ten, And the faces might seem to brighten, As their owners wake up about then. Oh. those minutes between dark and dark-light, Come as regular as reports from Knox, And have earned the dank reputa tion, As those Eight O'cloeks.” By ERVIN WEBB The first yearbook published by a military organization on the Un iversity of Texas campus will come out in mid-February when the University Naval ROTC dis tributes its 70-page annual. Formal dental education began in the East 101 years ago, and nearly thirty years elapsed from that date until Harvard Univers ity estabilslied the first university dental school. Oregon ^Emerald MARJORIE M. GOODWIN EDITOR ELIZABETH EDMUNDS BUSINESS MANAGER MARJORIE YOUNG Managing Editor ROSEANN LECKIE Advertising Manager ANNE CRAVEN News Editor Norris Yates, Joanne Nichols Associate Editors EDITORIAL BOARD Edith Newton Shirley Steanrs, Executive Secretary Shaun McDermott, Warren Miller Army Co-editors Bob Stiles, Sports Editor Carol Greening, Betty Ann Stevens, Co-Women’s Editors Bill Bindley, Staff Photographer Carol Cook, Chief Night Editor Published daily during the college year except Sundays, Mondays, and holidays and 6nal examination periods by the Associated Students, University of Oregon. Entered as second-class matter at the postoffice. Eugene, Oregon. Announcement that the new series of ASUO forums will undertake the delicate, controversial subject “Liberal Thought Must Not Be a War Casualty—What the Oregon Student Can Do”-—suggests that a stop sign should be put out in plain sight before these discussions begin. No doubt plenty of students and faculty members will have a great deal to say, pro and con, about university’s educational facilities, outlook, accomplishments, and defeats. So far, so good. But right there a “stop sign” has to be put up. If students arc sincere in their desire to talk over what they experience at Oregon, and they undoubtedly are—they must make sure that they are getting the right perspective, and incidentally the answers to their questions. If this series of forums is going to accomplish anything, it cannot resemble the Oklahoma land rushes—each horse drawn carriage waiting for the “ready, set, go!” firing of a gun. This forum cannot Ire a gripe session where students “get set” and let loose with anything they think sounds sufficiently caustic or sensational. That same warning carries over into the selection, of speakers. The disappointed office-seeker, the disgruntled in structor—however interesting his stories may be—is not the open-minded source of opinion which can help students form honest conclusions about education at Oregon. It is extremely important that the fermenting dissatisfac tions and doubts always present when education is under fire be taken into intelligent discussion. There are altogether too many students and faculty members who let off steam, but offer noth ing constructive. “Take it easy, get it right . . ” might be a good slogan for this term’s forums. This should be no land rush into the teach ing methods at Oregon. This should be no lambasting expose. This forum, if it fulfills its promise, is a chance to find out why students are not intellectually curious, why they are dissatisfied. Having found this out, and having discussed the possible answers, a “ready, set, go” attitude will be discarded as pretty silly and incidentally very ineffectual. M. M. G. —Town Hall— By AUDREY HOLLIDAY I'll scoop the editor and tell you that “the views herein ex pressed are strictly the author’s and may or may not be those of this paper”. The student members of the Educational Activities Board always get the low-down from Air. Robinson, acting ed. act. mgr., before they go to meeting and get the same low-down from Dr. Pallett. One afternoon, we fell to informally discuss ing the question of general student interest—or rather lack of student interest. It seems that some think 99 and 44-100 per cent of the students will always act like the proverbial ostrich where campus interests are concerned and never take to reading the Emerald (unsolicited plug—ed.) instead of True Romance or discussing campus problems instead of campus politics. I'm an optimist and contend that the reason there is no such general interest is that nobody knows what is going on—exactly. Take things such as the SAC, ASUO, Ed. Act. Bd., Ath. 13d., (they don't add up to alphabet soup—too thick), add the honoraries, classes, (there are classes and classes), publications, campus committees, now throw in the Dean’s office, shake well, and you’ll get a colloidal suspension with the functions well mix ed. Don't get the idea that there is something completely wrong with each of these. There isn’t: Subsequent columns will deal with only one subject at a time such as student government, the coordinating committee, or any one of a dozen problems that continually arise. Information will be gained from records Q'elt la QueWie : ^ (Editor's note: The following editorial was contributed by a member of the Emerald staff.) Snafued—that seems to be the general feeling around this cam pus where morale is concerned, especially among the coeds. And how easy it is to say, stoically, “C’est la guerre.” (It is the war); how easy to invent excuses like that for our shortcomings by con centrating on the material short ages such as men, butter, and bobby pins! So you drag on, lovely picture of young America, carrying a couple of torches, bravely plod ding into your glorious future with that firm springy step like a P.E. major and that fine courage in your eyes and that brave, brave grin on your pancaked puss. Uh huh. Drag on, then, aware of the shortage of men and bobby pins; never daring to face yourself. You who reserve your bright est smile only for influential people, for men with looks, girls with clothes; remember your ob vious gushy friendliness to the rushees or members of your house -—and the remarks you made aft erwards. Provincial—poor thing, you are so blind; you are so enmeshed in following “what is being done”, saying “what is being said”, wear ing “what is being worn”—like a little mole who knows only his own path in the ground and thinks that it knows the world. Weak—no courage, you dare not see life as it is—you must camouflage the truth and shrink from the searching questions your own mind throws you. You dare not allow yourself to grow out and away, to live. Even when, you want to, you do not have the courage to be kind, to be tolerant, to be sincere. You want to improve your morale ? Probably you are quite content to remain where you are, to exist until you simply exist no longer. But perhaps you wonder what is wrong with you, why you are so bored, so ineffectual. Try this: develop your aware ness of Space, of Time, and of People. Instead of thinking of yourself only as and where you are at the moment, look around and try to see distances. a clear day, stand near the Oregon Seal and look east, past th§ snow-covered hills of the McKenzie valley where the timber climbsf into the blue haze and the majesty of the white Sisters presides o^r the unseen, far flung plains beyond, Imagine the distances thefe; beyond the Rockies, hundreds! of miles, the Mississippi flowirig beneath its ice-rimmed banks, the Great Lakes, the great!cities, picture the silhouette iff Manhattan against the greyl-Atlantic, and across the waves tljte cliffs of Kftg land and the smok^and ashes that is Europe. Don’t light yourself to a campus, a state^.a nation—you are a child of the jwhole Earth. Imagine Time. | Don’t watch only the clock. Achieve an aware ness of the time Involved in the growth of the treesiyou pass on the way to class, stopj^or a moment and notice the formation of a bit of crystal frost oi a brown leaf on the sidewalk aid discover the relation between bs brevity and timelessness of tile, butte in the distance. On your ijVay to an eight o’clock in the meaning, look at the stars and try to conceive the effectiveness of tin|e as measi^jp.V by astronomers, f Then, just for fun, become aware of people—not in their rela tionship to you particularly, be cause you are so prejudiced—look at them from their own stand point. Not only the jones you know, but the faces yqu catch brief glimpses of, the tshadowy, un known figures in a passing car, the personality bejhind some un familiar name youjdiear mention ed. Become interested in their stories, which are as vital and im portant as your o^n. Try to re alize " the immense numbers of people. Realize tha| you are oniy one small fragment of humanity ■ Practice these things, practice perceiving and Understanding. Perhaps, then, youjwill have be come a little moreHiumble. And if that word tastes fbitter on> your lips, remember that your morale is ill and medicares have that tendency. You will become a little more humble, a little closer to yourself, to others, iand to God. By MARGUERIlfe WITTWER and from students at present engaging in the particular activ ity. * Without going into detail this time, here are a ffew pertinent observations: I j „ For instance, there is a Student Affairs Comjnittee; it is concerned with the welfare of the students; its membership con sists of two student members and seven faculty members. Question of the day—Should the title be changed' to Faculty Interested in Student Afairs ? Seriously, I don’t thinlf a few more student members would harm the welfare of the Hoard. Dean Onthank is chairman; the meetings are called by him. Is it possible to get a petition to the SAC? Positively fyes—if it's deemed important enough to call a meeting for, and it’s made certain that the welfare of the students won’t be harmed. I’ll wager that some of us don’t realize the exact type of thing the board handles. We never do until we try to revolutionize (hor rors) things by getting a forty-five minute increase in Sat.-nite closing hours, with valid reason considering the changed so cial set-up. Ah well, there are, no doubt, good reasons v^iy action has not yet taken place on the question. For one, closed weekends last term ; secondly, no meeting of the boar