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Published daily during the college year except Sundays, Mondays, and holidays and
final examination periods by the Associated Students, University of Oregon,
Entered as second-class matter at the postoffice, Eugene, Oregon. _
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/Uetcandeti Kenenllzy
Most of us secure our knowledge of world events from
second and third hand sources—newspapers, magazines, text
books, professors. But this week a man who can not only
say “I was there,” but who also was one of the star performers
will he on our campus. He is scheduled to tell his version of
the revolution that “shook the world,” and he will comment
on present and future world events.
Alexander Kerensky was a young member of the social revo
lutionary party in March, 1917, when the Russian revolution
occurred. A man of great oratorical ability, lie played an im
portant part during the early days of the revolution, soon rising
to head of the provisional government. However, two opposite
views on a new goverment arose. The people were crying for
land, immediate reform, and an end to the war, while Keren
sky’s government believed that a constitutional assembly should
be called and a fairly long period of discussion held before
setting up a permanent government, lie also favored continu
ing the war against Germany.
In November, 1917, the Bolsheviks, with the rallying cry
“peace, land, and bread,” ousted Kerensky and set up their
dictatorship of the proletariat.
All that happened during those days of turmoil and blood
shed have not been revealed and probably never will be. So,
we are looking forward to meeting and hearing Mr. Kerensky.
Russia is once again in the limelight; his “inside story” of
what happened in 1917 and views on the present situation
should give us a much better insight on Russian-world rela
tions.
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£,ue*i Rated ^taue 'lluvuti.. . .
Ts there one of us who hasn’t sighed and said, “After the
war I'm going to . . . ’’? We think about buying sprees, about
indulging in now forbidden activities. We dream about drives
in the country, nylon hose, cigarettes by the carton, having
the fellows back, release from war pressures.
Eleanor Roosevelt wants a new station wagon; Mrs. Young
\merica wants Mr. Young America; Oregon wants a student
union. Victory is an "Open Sesame” to-a rosy future, full of
the pleasures we have known and until now have little appre
ciated. The proverbial greener pastures are represented by that
one word.
lint even the Oarden of Eden had its snake, and the loveliest
of roses have a few thorns.
We don’t intend to preach a sermon about the trials and
tribulations that will (so the experts say) beset our postwar
world. We don't intend to lecture about patience and tolerance
and other such virtues.
It's just a word that we want to say. or mavbe a sentence
or two, to the eflect that after climbing over the fence the
pastures may not be quite so green as they looked. Expecting
too much may lead to disappointment. And disappointment
may lead to bitterness. So, if we expect a little less, arc dis
appointed a little less, we may in some measure reduce the
bitterness that is sure to follow any conflict, bitterness in the
minds of the victors as well as the vanquished.
It is up to us, who have lost so little in this war, to be
thankful for what is restored to us, to work for what mav be
restored to us, and to forgive that which is lost.
But even more, it is up to us to maintain that eternal vigi
lance which is the price of freedom. That eternal vigilance
which is also the price of the pleasures and comforts we hope
to enjoy after victory.
Because we have been negligent in maintaining that vigi
lance, we have lost, temporarily, the rights we once considered
our due because we are Americans. It has taken a war to teach
us that we must earn those rights. Let’s not let victory blind
us to that lesson.
Reviewer Stumbles
Over Tristram Shandy
By SHUBERT FENDRICK
If I were to be cast away upon a desert island and were
to have my choice of one book to take with me, that book would
be “Tristram Shandy.” I make this choice under the assump
tion that, possessing this book, one of the following would
be most likely to occur:
(a) I would spend all the days of my solitude attempting
to trace (or discover) the plot.
( d ) i wouia reaa ana re-reaa me
book, and from then on spend my
time in a state of happy gibbering
insanity.
The main question is, “Did I like
the book?” I will be brutally frank.
Webster's dictionary is more ex
citing, and makes infinitely better
sense. If this book had been
jammed into fifty pages, it would
have been amusing — but wading
through six hundred pages of dis
connected prose is slightly trying.
In fact, anyone who would write
such a book should be warded off
with a flourish of the corporal's
stick.
The style of the book is the only
thing that seems to remain con
stant throughout, and this style
seems to be as odd and ridiculous
as Sterne could make it. For ex
ample, I would like to quote Chap
ter Eighteen, Book Nine, my fav
orite chapter (oh, that they were
all the same) verbatum in its en
tirety:
Rather an interesting chapter, in
a vacant sort of way.
The book seems to be about
everyone except Tristram Shandy.
There is Uncle Toby and devoted
Corporal Trimm. Then there is Dr.
Slop, and Yorick, the rural pastor,
and Mr. and Mrs. Shandy. And
eventually, after four books and
fourteen clr ftters, Tristram finally
manages to get himself born.
Every now and then Sterne
wears himself down to the point
where he has only energy enough
to write a one line chapter, such
Eight:
“My Uncle Toby's map is car
ried down into the kitchen.’’
Are you still reading this thing ?
Alas, poor READER.
Whenever Sterne's vocabulary
lacks a word, he solves the prob
lem simply and efficiently. He
merely * * * * or ... . Then to
show his vast knowledge he ram
bles a few pages in Latin. Some
times he even runs Latin on one
page, and the English translation
on the opposite page. Sterne must
have made a good deal of money!
And of course there is always
Book Nine, Chapter Nineteen,
which consists of the music to
“Lillabullero,” probably so the
reader can whistle it along with
Uncle Toby.
I have a strange feeling that
Ogden Nash is the reincarnation
of Laurence Sterne, in a poetic
(??) sort of way. I hoped that I
could compare “Tristram Shandy”
to “The Skin of Our Teeth” by
Thornton Wilder, but I see that is
hopeless. Wilder has made a seem
ingly unconnected jumble of odd
occurrences into a magnificent
satire, while Sterne has written
more about less than any author I
have ever read. I will admit
(grudgingly) that the characteriza
tions are excellent, and that Uncle
Toby is one of the most likeable,
thoroughly alive characters I have
ever come across.
Yorick wound the whole thing up
very well in the last sentence of
the book.
“A Cock and a Bull,” said Yorick
—and one of the best of its kind,
I ever heard.
St. Mary’s Library
Gets New Addition
NOTRE DAME, Ind.— (ACP) —
A new addition to the library of
Saint Mary’s college, the Saint
Thomas Aquinas room, is just be
ing completed. It will house rare
and special editions of the works
of Saint Thomas as well as com
mentaries and studies on Thomistic.
philosophy, of which the college is
building a collection.
The room was designed by Prof.
Francis Kervick, head of the de
partment of architecture at the
University of Notre Dame, and the
band carving was executed by Eu
gene Kormendi, ecclesiastical ar
tist and professor of art at Notre
Dame.
The room was set apart and
planned at the request of the late
Mother M. Verda, who for twenty
years was head of the department
of philosophy at Saint Mary’s, and
t was equipped and decorated
largely through a gift of Mother
M. Verda's family, the Dorsch fam
ily, of Baltimore, Md.
It was Mother M. Verda’s idea
that the room incorporate the form
and something of the appearance
of the cell of a student and a re
ligious at the time of Saint Thom
as. She, in her visits to Europe, had
made a pilgrimage to all the places
in which Saint Thomas had lived
land studied.
The walls of the room are lined
with rosewood shelves, indirectly
lighted, beneath which are built-in
cabinets. At one end is a writing
desk. Two animal heads, which
form supports for the writing desk
when open, were carved by Profes
sor Kormendi. One head, that of
an ox, is suggestive of the expres
sion, “the dumb ox,’’ as Saint
inomas was canea r>y ms earliest
associates, and the other, that of a
dog, recalls the old monastic pun
on the word Dominican: "Domini
canes,” dogs of the Lord.
Above the writing desk is a niche
containing a statue of the saint.
The doors of the niche have as
knobs two small carved figures of
monks. The furnishings of the
room consist of a long table and
several chairs.
Three little bonds went off to
war. Ten years passed, and then
there were four.
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Take It
From Me
By DOC ^
Sun Valley doesn’t seem to have
half the appeal that Shirley Mc
Dowell has. Anyhow Sandy seemed
to be able to tear himself away
from it all to visit Shirley and of
course see the TJ. of O. campus.
Gamma hall may have sponsored
the last interdorm dance over at
John Straub but it was very much
in evidence that Zeta hall held it.
The theme song was “If you knew
Suzie like I know Suzie’’
Joe Lind was put in a somewhat
embarrassing position when he
dated June Lee last weekend. He
got June in five minutes before
one conveniently, but did the fUtic
Tri-Delts that had to walk the
rest of the way make it? We've
heard of “running out of gas,” “hav
ing the generator do a flip” and
“the longest way round is the
sweetest way home.” Suggestion to
“Casanova Lind” is, “Next time,
i don’t take the Pontiac.”
Gamma hall suggests “for bet
ter swimming parties try the vi
cinity of the Sig Ep house.” Theirs
seemed to be a big success and I
wonder where they got all the bi
cycles ?
Bob Hamilton’s coordination^!!
the basketball floor is admittedly
good but not half as good as his
operation on this campus—and he
doesn’t necessarily confine his field
to the Sigma Kappa house either.
Campbell coop made it pretty
obvious who their choice for “Pin
up Girl” of the week would be
when they used all that valuable
film taking pictures of Huth Mc
Lean, Susan Campbell.
Being on crutches doesn’t seem
to affect Sally Flood’s popularity
with the opposite sex. It must
make a very interesting story tell
ing about how a horse kicked her,
for Gamma hall’s living room al
ways has an audience.
T. E. Hanley, Bradford, Pa., oil
executive and art connoisseur, has
presented to St. Bonaventure col
lege, Olean, N.Y., 17 paintings from
his private collection.
McDonald
"SHADOWS OF
SUSPICION"
"WINGED ,
VICTORY"
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