Globally Speaking
By BILL SINNOTT
There is an old story of an Englishman, a Frenchman, a
German, and a Pole who went to India to hunt elephants. On
their return to Europe each wrote a book about his trip.
The Englishman’s book was called, “How I Shot My First
Elephant,” the Frenchman’s concerned, “The Amours of an
Elephant,” the German wrote
about "The Elephant’s Life, His
tory, Customs, and Habits,” while
the Pole prepared a document on
"The Elephant and the Polish
Question.”
We have had the Polish question
before us for the past 150 years.
Previous to the partition of the
18th century, Poland was one of
the larger powers of Europe. Her
territory extended at one time
from the Baltic to the Black sea.
She suffered, however, from two
weaknesses of government: an
elective monarchy and the power
of any single noble in the Diet to
■veto the bill.
Poland was so weakened by in
ternal dissensions that she fell
easy prey to Prussia, Russia, and
Austria in the Third Partition.
Russian rule was repressive in
the extreme after the revolts of
1830 and 1863. The Czarist regime
tried to Russianize the Poles in
every possible manner. The Pol
ish language was forbidden and
attempts were made to convert
them forcibly to the Orthodox
church.
The German Poles fared better
until the advent of the Empire of
1871. The Imperial government
tried to Germanize them and by
1914 the German Poles were in
almost open revolt against the
Berlin government.
The Austrian Poles, on the
other hand, were favored by Vi
enna. The Germans and Poles of
Austria formed a partnership to
keep the Czechs down. The Galici
ans or Austrian-Poles, had both
the power to rule and experience
in government, and for this rea
son many of Poland’s post-World
War leaders came from Galicia.
Marshal Jan Pilsudski formed
a Polish legion to fight for Austria
during the last war. He believed
Russian defeat meant a ’’Polonia
Restituta.” Pilsudski fell out
eventually with the Austrians,
however, and was imprisoned un
til the armistice.
The Paris Peace Conference
drew up the so-called Curzon line
in 1919 on the eastern boundary of
Poland. Pilsudski refused to ac
cept this, and backed by France,
invaded the Soviet Union. The
Poles advanced as far as Kiev,
where they were defeated and
forced to retreat to the gates of
Warsaw, the Russians under the
late “purged” Marshal Tukliachev
sky.
The French sent Weygand to
rally the Poles and a fierce cam
paign ensued around the Vistula.
The Russians retreated and the
Polish boundary was pushed 200
miles beyond the Curzon line by
the Treaty of Riga, in 1921.
The new boundary included
some four million Ruthenians and
a million and a half White Rus
sians in the Polish nation.
Poland was ruled by Pilsudski
and his clique of colonels for some
time after this. Thus Poland be
came literally a feudal state, an
anachronism for the 20th century.
The nation was run purely for the
benefit of the great landowners.
Eastern Poland formed the do
main of the great Polish aristo
crats such as the Ralziwells and
the Potockis. These nobles ex
ploited their peasantry and lived
an 18th century life of feudal mag
nificence.
Galicia, on the other hand, is
the fortress of the Uniste church.
The Unister recognize the Pope as
their head, but their priest marry,
and they use a Slavic, or Orthodox
liturgy. Great discontent was
caused when the government at
tempted to force the Unister to
embrace pure Catholicism.
In September, 1939 the Polish
state fell after the combined Rus
so-German invasion. The Fourth
Partition resulted.
Russia now claims all of eastern
Poland up to the Ribbentrop line
of 1939.
Canis Lupus
Collegicus
Why call a “Wolf” a wolf when
ten to one he isn’t? Besides, who’d
want to be a canis lupus (wolf to
you) ?
Let's analyze the situation from
a logical and purely scientific
point of view. Now here we have,
Coe Jollege, a common, ordin
ary, and quite typical fellow, who
likes to have a good time. He is
seen frequently at the various
campus activities and, probably
for no other good reason than the
man shortage (sometimes I won
der about that to), seems to be,
putting it rather crudely, “knock
ing ’em dead.”
For this, he is immediately
dubbed “lady killer,” or a “what
do they see in him” man. Now
perhaps our ’44 version of a '39
BTO (Big Time Operator) goes to
a eertain eampus frolic with Jin
ny, dances all night with Clare,
makes eyes at Helen over Clares
shoulder, sits the intermission out
with Mabel and takes Mary home,
and just for a simple thing like
that is promptly called a “Wolf..’
Or maybe on arriving home
with Jessie the night before, there
was an audience of other “good
night sayers’’ already on the front
porch (this always seems to be
the case) and our streamlined
Casanova, not wanting to appear
bashful, grabs the "whats he
want on” Jessie, and plants a
"solid smack, straight from Cali
fornia, upon her “Cupid's bow.”
And to cover up possible embar
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• • •
2.uiet Canteen
Someone said the other day, “ The trouble with this campus
is that there isn’t much real relaxation, there isn’t any chance to
feel peaceful and contented.” Many soldier and civilian stu
dents have objected to the mixer-dance-Saturday-night-at-the
Mac routine which makes weekends tense and boring.
The person whose temperament does not “take” to the usual
amusements, who wants to read, and talk, and play records
just hasn’t been counted into the general campus social scheme
•—until now.
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It is the Emerald’s great pleasure to announce (and this
is the first and only detailed announcement which will be made)
that Saturday night Canteen will open regularly beginning
Saturday, January 22.
The third floor lounge in Gerlinger hall and the adjoining
little dance floor has been obtained by the ASUO executive
council. The Canteen will open at 7 and close at 12 every Satur
day evening.
At this Canteen, soldier-students and civilian students may
read the current magazines or browse in a revolving library
which will be furnished from the main University library. They
may bring their own records and play them (no phonograph
hoggers, though, please) they can dance, and talk, and play
bridge. Cokes will be available.
In the lounge there is a fireplace and lots of comfortable
chairs and davenports. Guests may even pull an Abe Lincoln
and read on the floor by the fire if they want to.
This is not a “talk it up” editorial. There will be no strain
to get a big crowd. This Canteen isn’t for a big crowd, as a mat
ter of fact. It's a place where anyone, with or without a date, can
go. Where he or she can get off in a corner or perhaps whip up
a bull session. Where no one is under obligation to do anything
but enjoy the facilities offered.
War nerves, heavy assignments, and the hankering to just
go somewhere and relax from an unpleasant routine: A Satur
day night Canteen is the quiet answer. M.M.G.
Despite the fluster and hurly-burly of.war in England, it
is said that students of Oxford, Cambridge, and the other
English universities hold their own little homecomings where
ever a few of them can get together. In violent contrast, the
University of Oregon grads will be actually returning to their
“foster mother.” They will find the “old school” unchanged
by bomb or shell—the gray, stained walls of Fenton, the crisp,
rusty red, burnt brown brick walls of the art museum, the
fiiie gravel that sticks to one's shoes on the walks around and
behind the librarjffftnd the smoothness of the gray, wet streets
during the moisture of the fogs and their slipperiness during
the rains—all these things were part and parcel of our lives at
Old Oregon long before World War II was ever talked of, and
will be long after all but the scars have healed.
But in other places this will not be entirely so. Some coun
tries—China, Poland, Russia—have had all or part of their
universities blown into scattered heaps or rubble. Others,
such as France, Norway, Czechoslovakia, have suffered the
perhaps worse fate of being coerced into teaching lies and pap
in order to serve the ends of the conqueror. Instead of being
fountainheads of truth, the universities of these nations have
been made dispensers of falsehood. Or else closed down alto
gether.
• • •
B*t the University ot Oregon holds its annual Homecom
ing celebration almost as usual. Not quite. Fathers are not
asked to come if their presence would take them away from
essential war work, or clutter up the transportation facilities
needlessly. Nevertheless, the celebration will actually take
place. What a marvel, the occupied and more severely pressed
countries at war might think!
* * *
Consequentlytuir welcome of the old grads, as well as their
joy at returning, should be touched with thoughtful sobriety.
For after all, the flower of Oregon's alumni are the ones who
cannot get back. They are huddling and sweltering in foxholes
on the New Guinea coast, churning with heavy feet and drip
ping helmets through the seas of mud that are the roads of
western Italy, or standing watch on the fog-wrapped bridges of
rolling, pitching ships. Some of these boys will never come back.
They are lying in shallow, sand-heaped desert graves, or be
neath the floors of jungle clearings. Or beneath- the storm
tossed waves of the gloomy Atlantic. Or collected with the
bones of many others in nameless pit graves in enemy-held
lands.
These are the boys who, most of all, deserve the fun of cele
brating Homecoming. It is almost trite to point out that they
will never do so. But as the grads gather round the tables and
>ing the old songs, and as we students stand admiringly without
and listen to the strains of reminiscence as they are wafted
through the windows, let us turn our thoughts once again to
the lads who cannot come home, and let tts make a vow to try
to prove—for it is a hopeless task—one hundred per cent worthy
of their sacrifice. N. V.
The Car You
Have Now . ..
Must Last for the
Duration
Can you imagine Amer
ica without any automo
biles ? It would be a badly
handicapped nation . . .
and your car is an essen
tial part of our transpor
tation on the home froii^.
during war times. It
must be kept rolling.
That is our job. Drive it
in now for a mid-winter
check-up to avoid break
downs.
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