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With the announcement of his dual resignations Sunday
the title is not Wayne L. Morse, clean of the University of Oregon
Law school, or Wayne L. Morse, public member of the War
Labor board—but Wayne L. Morse, candidate for the United
States Senate.
Dean Morse hasn’t been on the Oregon campus officially
since spring term 1942, during the two years since he has served
on the War Labor board. It is a question whether or not he will
ever come back—a question of the May Republican primaries.
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President Roosevelt’s letter to the former dean is indicative
of what he gave to Oregon while he was here, “You brought to
the discharge of a difficult job, . . . (on the YVLB) . . . besides
great industry, vigorous thought, and an enlightened point of
view, and you have done a work of supreme importance to the
war effort.”
Morse’s resignations have cleared his way forward. Like
the President, Oregon’s regret at losing him is sincere.
M. M. G.
Oregon if Emerald
MARJORIE M. GOODWIN
EDITOR
ELIZABETH EDMUNDS
BUSINESS MANAGER
MARJORIE YOUNG
Managing Editor
ROSEANN LECKIE
Advertising Manager
ANNE CRAVEN
News Editor
EDITORIAL BOARD
Edith Newton
Norris Yates, Joanne Nichols
Associate Editors
Shirley Stearns, Executive Secretary
Shaun McDermott, Warren Miller
Army Co-editors
Bob Stiles, Sports Editor
Carol Greening, Betty Ann Stevens
Co-Women’s Editors
Mary Jo Geiser, Staff Photographer
Carol Cook. Chief Night Editor
Elizabeth llaugen, Assistant Managing Editor
Published daily during the college year except Sundays, Mondays, and holidays and
final examination periods by the Associated Students, l niversitv of Oregon.
Kntcred as second-class matter at the postoffice, hugene, Oregon.
On lAJalwel . . .
Subjects which have been towed through the minds of all
the participants in most of the bull sessions held during past
bed-check hours in smoke-filled, coke bottle-studded rooms were
brought down from the comparative oblivion of generalities into
a well-thought out discussion at the L,ove and Marriage confer
ence Sunday afternoon.
Among other things, Dr. llee told us coeds just exactly
what a wolf was. Scientifically. He told us why a wolf was.
Scientifically. And he told us there were three kinds of wolf.
Scientifically. Thanks, Dr. Bee, thanks a lot. This is now about
the fourth kind of wolf. Unscientifically.
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Due to the fact that the disproportionate stress of the bal
ance of supply and demand of manpower by the press, radio,
movies, and men, there seems to be a general attitude among
them, soldiers and civilians, that simply because they are men
they are entitled to all rights and privileges. They expect their
poorly camouflaged “lines” to be swallowed, military-style bait
and all, by their feminine admirers. Men on this campus, aware
of their acute shortage, glory in their brief heroic roles before
their coed audiences.
They seem to be getting a big kick out of seemingly break
ing a lot of little girlish hearts. Like the sailors, these boys seem
to have an ideal situation: a girl in every house. The male ego is
extremely flattered by the coy coed attention heaped upon them;
and oh how they love it all.
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And Mr. Wolf, for a while we will play along with you. Feed
you a line, too. Watch you get a big kick out of admiring your
own technique. Perhaps some of our sisters will even fall for
you and think you are the real thing. They'll learn, too, though,
it’s fun for a while, but, like margarine or synthetic sugar, it
palls.
We’ll smile at you, Mr. Wolf. But don’t carry it on too much.
You really aren't quite as actual as you think. We liked you as
you were before the war, men, why not be natural now?
MARGUERITE WITTWER
Acting on a tip from state highway department engineers,
the Texas Memorial museum on the University of Texas campus
has dug up skeletal remains of prehistoric elephants in Atascosa
county. This specimen which probably stood 14 feet high at the
shoulder, will be added to the museum’s already extensive ele
phant collection.
“And They Shall Walk,” the story of Sister Elizabeth Ken
ny's life and experiences in the treatment of infantile paralysis,
written by Sister Kenny and Martha Ostenso, is being broadcast
over WEB, the University of Minnesota radio station.
The Cutting Room
By BILL BUELL
On Christmas Eve, 1942, the submarine “Copperfin” chugs
out of San Francisco bay, “Destination Tokio.” Her mission is
landing an observation party on the Japanese mainland to gather
advance meteorological data for Jimmy Doolittle s Nipponese
TNT party.
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shoves her nose under the Golden
Gate bridge again enough happens
to fill three volumes and a supple
ment of the Encyclopedia Britan
nica.
Two attacking Zeroes are shot
down in flames. Our gallant sub
marine gets through the jungle of
mines and nets that guard the en
trance to Tokio bay by playing fol
low the leader with a Japanese
cruiser. The pharmacist’s mate,
after reading how in his handbook,
performs an emergency appendec
tomy with scalpels made from
kitchen knives.
Two Jap ships are given the “bot
tom six”. The “Copperfin” is almost
smashed by enemy ash cans.
Skipper Cary Grant’s typically
good performance is matched by
the fine work of the supporting
cast, especially John Garfield and
Bob Hutton.
Each member of the crew is an
individualized personality. There is
a big-talking lady-killer, a devoted
husband and father, a surly Greek
boy out to avenge the Nazis’ murder
of his uncle and an exuberant sea
cook.
The chief dramatic device used is
suspense, the best example being
the breath-catching scene in which
Hutton unscrews the fuse from the
nose of an unexploded bomb. But
this hold - your - breath-and-wait
technique is overworked. The ship’s
cook even hesitates a carefully cal
culated number of seconds before
opening his Christmas present.
Excellent use is made of detail.
When the ship is about to submerge
hands are shown tightening the
hatches. Crucial moments are ac
centuated by shots of depth gauges
and sound detectors on the instru
ment panel.
“Destination Tokio” is the best
picture we’ve seen this term, a term
when pictures worth sitting through
have been scarcer than long under
wear in a burlesque show.
Professor Thacher Recalls
Woodrow Wilson s Work
By ELIZABETH HAUGEN
It seems to have been proven that “brilliance will out.”
When W. E. C. Thacher, professor of journalism, was an un
dergraduate at Princeton university, the most popular professor
on the campus was the young much-talked of Woodrow Wilson,
later the 28th president of the United States.
W ilson taught two years of pol
itics courses that everyone, “even
the dumb athletes’’, took. They
signed up “just because it was the
thing to do”, for the courses had
gained a reputation for being one
of the best “outline” subjects in
the curriculum.
Professor Thacher took conscien
tious notes of all Wilson's lectures,
and he has a collection of consider
able value today. He may soon al
low them to be added to the library
at Princeton.
He remembers his former pro
fessor as a brilliant lecturer, a con
scious phrase maker, who maintain
ed a definite platform style and
presented perfectly formulated lec
tures.
Even though voted by senior
classes most popular instructor for
several years, Wilson was not the
most beloved. He was held in high
esteem by the students who re
spected his classroom manner and
his brilliant methods of presenting
courses. Actually he was austere,
and not inclined to make personal
friends among his pupils.
His method of lecturing was to
talk for a period, then to stop and
dictate, while his listeners took
down notes verbatim. He loved
language, and was inclined toward
what were sometimes called “dress
shirt lectures”.
He was a homely man to look at,
and impersonal, taut often his choice
of words would cause amusement
on the part of his audience. He
would then pause, smilingly, and
discuss the word.
Upper class eating clubs, cor
responding to social fraternities on
other campuses, roused Wilson’s
ire. Membership in these clubs had
become a fanatic social goal, and
in order to assure themselves of
pledging, groups of boys would
form blocks. Thus a vicious system
developed of inviting sections rath
er than individuals, and it resulted
in untold hardship on those with
no pull.
“The roused professor fought
long and hard against these clubs,
but he ran afoul of the alumni who
supported the clubs, and it was
just more than he could buck, so he
had to give up the fight,” said Pro
fessor Thacher.
This experience was probably his
initial one in politics.
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By BETTY SAILOR
After a feverish week of scouring the campus for news, we
found ourselves at the end of the week with exactly one engage
ment and four pins. At first it looked like Cupid had been loafing
on the job, until we realized that the lad will probably be pretty
busy with Valentine’s day coming up, and also the Military Ball,
so we’ll reserve judgment for another week.
Coming; as a complete surprise
to the Alpha Phis was the an
nouncement of the engagement of
Mary Jane McClelland to Theta
Chi Bill Roberts who is now practic
ing law in Portland. The wedding
is being planned for June.
From what we hear, Theta Jean'
Watson went home to Corvallis for;
the weekend and came back with a
Sigma Phi Epsilon pin from Oregon
Stater Bob Reiman.
This week’s figurative orchid to
the house with the most new pins
goes to the Tri-Delt house.
Reports have it that Irene Gres
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“Your editorial, Mr, So and So,
was compounded of the most col
losel ignorance it has ever been my
misfortune to read. I think you’re
crazy because . .. “You are a fine
writer, So and So, we need men like
you ... so many dumb clucks just
don’t realize that . . ".
The pile of mail that waits for
the Emerald's editor of a morning
is curious and enlightening, with
some exceptions, such as the pub
licity blurbs which announce a big
meeting of the National Fertilizer
Association, or the current attitudes
of the Society for the Prevention
of Everything.
The editor throws stuff away by
the bushel, but never a letter to
the editorial staff. And when these
have been read by everyone even
remotely concerned, they are print
ed under the column heading “Pro
and Con”, or “Letters to the Editor”
as soon as possible.
As more and more long and
anonymous letters come into the
Emerald offices, it seems important
that traditonal rules on letters for
publication be reviewed.
All letters to the editor will be
printed if they are signed in full by
the writer. The name will not.be
printed if such a request is made,
but it must be on record in the Em
erald files. Because of space restric
tions, the editorial board reserves
the right to cut especially long
letters to 250 words.
Mr. So and So, takes a stand on
events which concern students, and
he takes it pretty carefully. Other
ideas, other “stands”, other facts,
belong to the whole campus and are
welcomed. So send ’em in.
M.M.G.
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