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About Oregon daily emerald. (Eugene, Or.) 1920-2012 | View Entire Issue (Oct. 13, 1945)
Emerald LOUISE MONTAG Editor ANNAMAE WINSHIP Business Manager MARGUERITE WITTWER Managing Editor GLORIA GRENFELL Acting Advertising Manager JEANNE SIMMONDS News Editor MARILYN SAGE, WINIFRED ROMTVEDT Associate Editors BILL WALKENSHAW Acting Sports Editor MARYAN HOWARD Assistant Managing Editor MARYANN THIELEN Assistant News Editor JANET WHELAN Executive Secretary SHIRLEY PETERS Chief Night Editor ANITA YOUNG Women’s Page Editor JACK CRAIG World News Editor BETTY BENNETT Music Editor Published daily during the college year except SMmMmn final exam periods by the Associated Students, University of 0™®°" Entered as second-class matter at the postofhce, Eugene, Oreg ._ More is at stake today than the conference standing of the Oregon football squad. Oregon has let its record of sportsman ship be snowed under by a series of exhibitions of poor taste. Every student who goes to the game at Corvallis has the op portunity to build up Oregon’s reputation or to crush it com pletely. The happenings of the last week have not been a credit to 'Oregon or to Oregon State. Both schools want to prove that this sort of conduct,i§ not representative of the students. If even onfcQregon student causes a disturbance or lets him self be dragged into one, the whole student body will be blamed. <)ur hosts do not know us individually so they will judge all of us by the actions of those who draw their attention. Wc have plenty of real heroes today. We aren’t likely to make a hero of anyone who goes out slugging because of a grudge against another school. This is no time for us to start acting more childish than the ■characters in the old Joe Fenner college movies. There arc much more important problems than the Little Civil War to settle. If we persist in making fools of ourselves in our little college world, the public certainly cannot trust us to step out of college and handle the great problems of the international world. When we go to Oregon State, our purpose is to see a good foot ball game. Our team will observe the rules of the game or be penalized. Our rooting section has its rules of order to observe. We will he penalized by public disapproval and perhaps even action if we do not observe those unwritten rules. If we play the game fairly, on the field and in the stands, we •will prove that We know the meaning of the word ‘‘sportsman ship.” Qua MoAiaa^ed Peace... By The Associated Collegiate Press This year, thanks to the total victory of a month ago, this editor can also welcome students to a year of peace at LSU. T he postwar world for which men planned is here with the promise of astounding advances in a world freed from the terrors of near destruction. Peacetime living, only a memory to most of us, will he almost as good as advertised. There is just one problem. Our bright, postwar world already has a mortage on it. In fact, it’s had that mortgage from the time it was first conceived, ^ outh put it on when, watching the casualties mount, they bitterly denounced an older generation of isolationists and “willful men" for blindly leading them to chaos. All over the world they hotly proclaimed that “when we have peace again, we'll do things differently. We'll never be ignorant nor narrow in our dealings with other nations.” Those were brave words born of desperation. They were a condemnation of past failures and a promise for future successes, a kind of mortgage on the postwar world of which we dreamed. Now these words must be backed with action. Our postwar world is here, the promised marvels are being unveiled before our eyes. All we have planned for seems just within reach—and vet the leaders of the world have a right to challenge us to prove the worth of our declarations, to pay off our debt before we set tle back to enjoy the luxuries of a pushbutton existence. We students, therefore, must not only enter this University to prepare for our own careers but to prepare to meet that chal lenge—to prove that our generation can take the United Nations Charter and all the other "first steps” to peace and make of them real instruments in the building of a better world. We must pre pare ourselves to “do things differently, to be neither ignorant nor narrow in our dealings." If we do not, the postwar world of peace and plently will fade like an idle dream, and it will have been our mistake this time.—The REVEILLE, Louisiana State University. Redemption By REX GUNN When in fluent verbiage drenched Virile thoughts descend on me, Tease me with an elfin touch Laugh and lightly dart away. Yet a while I play the game, Act as if I didn’t know, Feel them stealthy, stealing back— Teasing at my brain. Now I leap and capture one Banish all the rest, Crushing him to vibrant words I destroy him, drain his blood, Bathe my pen within his blood Brush the corpse aside. Heartened by the strife, I record his life. Hearken, now I’ll illustrate Here’s the blood of one: "E’er I have gleaned my teaming brain Of that last vestige sewn therein Containing ignorance of men I cannot ponder God. Pious men may reckon this Blatant, infidelial, Written ill with drunken pen Guided by a fodl. But the same men will likely be The one who, far surpassing me in Ponderance of a deity, Have never pondered man.” Scarcely had I finished this Out my darkened room arose Many creatures of the night, Elfin creatures of the night, Cloaked in robes of blackest night All resembling me. Aside from common likeness Some were humble; some were vain. Many naa a Hungry iook Faces pinched and drawn with pain Hungry eyes that knew of pain Hungry eyes, what would ye gain? Close they crept and wept on me Out their mouths soft babble rose Soft enchanting, chanting prose Lucid, limpid, lovely prose Soft, enchanting pointless prose. Strange and wonderful. Surely thought I They must bear Deepest wisdom in such words Yet, of wisdom, none was there. Louder than the babble rose Closer then the creatures pressed, They sought to tell me—what ? Famished ears sought famished words Words that told me—nought. Angry then, I rose and screamed “Get ye back into the night I’ve enough of words that flay Beauty in this senseless way I’ve enough of intellect versed in witty ignorance. Babble to the foolish brook It sounds witty too I have work to do.” All the creatures turned away Gazed intently far away Paused and made their elfin way Back into the night Somewhat shaken, fear awakened, I perused my lay. Brooding thus, (I thought alone) Something moved and stirred When a voice spoke softly under toned And this is what I heard “Think well, man, E'er yet you plan What flows out from your mind For, in the morass of your pen A man may be entwined, You have muic in your blood, Thank your God for that And give him not one erring thought Lest he may feel regret.” Devoid of pride but proud inside, I bowed my head and wept. "Know, most ignorant of men Man is God and God is man.” Swift he left me then. The manufactured ice industry of the United States represents an investment of over $1,000,000,000 Clips and Comments By CARLEY HAYDEN The University of Colorado held its first big homecoming since the beginning of the war October 6. & * * Classes prevailed as usual Respite nasty rumors at Southerr California, and Troians, who were the receivers of some unexpected good news yesterday, were due for a disappointment. They learned that contrary to what was printed in their Daily Trojan, classes would be held during STOP WEEK. Classes met as usual Monday that week but no university social functions were held in order to give students an opportunity to study unhampered by pressing social engagements for their finals. * + * Southwestern Louisiana insti tute viewed salvaged pictures of German cities in an exhibit sent to S. I. I. by a former student now stationed in Germany. The pictures came from the studios of a German painter who had studied in America. * * * Greasy coveralls were the uni form of the day at Georgia Tech’s most informal dance of the year when the Mech Art9 ball got un derway there Saturday night. * * * The University of South Caro lina discovered a large number of fresh-water jellyfish, de scribed as “very rare” by scien tists, on the campus in an old slate bath tub which formerly was a fixture of the president’s home. * * * At the University of Maine, knitting has joined the pencil and notebook as a common sight. In class it is no uncommon sight to see a coed knitting away during a lecture and jotting down an occa sional note or two when necessary. One professor asked an indus trious knitter who was working on a sweater if she could knit and listen at the same time. The un The Plot Sickens miiiiiiimuiiiimiinmiiiiiiiiiiiniitiiimiiiiitminmittiiiimiuiiiiiHiiiiiiiHiniiiiiiiitmiiimmi By REX GUNN I remember the sand. There is no season in sand. Even when it glitters in sunlight, it has a hard packed inertia, half summer, half sedative. When you sleep and eat and walk with years of sand, you get some of its qualities. When you see it in books or movies, you savor the word. Hollywood has made good use of sand. They favor it there with a strong antecedent, "Blood and Sand,” a good title for a bad pic ture. More recently, someone in Hollywood twisted sand and got "Blood on the Sun.” That rhymes, too. Blood and sand are terrible in conflict; the one strong, lurid, flushed with violence; the other deep, sterile, absorbant. They are life and death made concrete. I almost forgot the leaves, the autumn leaves. They mean color and light and football. Maybe Shakespeare or Keats could get sadness out of autumn but not me. It brings rain and cold—yes. And they are vibrant, virile agents, both of them. They put a seltzer flush in faces, bubbling cheer in mirth ... so unlike blood and sand. That's how it is. The earth is alive again. abashed reply was u-, helps keep me awake.” The prot j said no more!^ . ' Faculty members of Indiana university have started a drive for scholarships for students in ! journalism. The drive is part of , the Ernie Pyle memorial cam paign. * * * The Phi Sigs at the University of Colorado have rescued their dog Romeo from the Sig Eps at Aggies. The Saint Bernard was returned to the Colorado campus J in time for the school’s big home coming celebration. * * * “Dam up the Beavers” was the slogan of Die pep rally and noise parade staged by WSC students previous to the grid clash With Oregon State. Students were urged to bring anything from cowbells to washboards to pro vide the noise. * * * . | The Associated Collegiate Press reports this story from Michigan State college. Freshman women at. - Michigan State hopefully asked their housemother if they might take a bath. When i the housemother was baffled and asked why they both- I ered to get her permission, the coeds replied that the AWS hand book stated that there could be no tubbings without the permission of the housemother. Dr. George O. Hendrickson of the department of zoology at Iowa State college says that bats have their own special echo radar sys tem. According to an ACP press release, a bat sends out high pitch ed cries, too high for humans to hear. When the tones strike some ob ject in his path, no matter whether it is large as a hill or as small as a single strand of wire, warning signals or echoes are reflected back, enabling him to change his course. * * * The executive committee at Stanford has approved the em ployment of big name bands for dances given by select organi zations. * * * Vandalism had rts day at UCLA and USC recently. It took the form of a “paint-slinging, trophy-kid napping maelstrom,” the Daily Trojan said. Officers of the stu dent bodies of the two colleges met to stop the “atrocities.” * * * A new class in modern Scot tish Gaelic has been started' ^ the University of California. The professor, Francis J. Carmode, also has been teaching French, Welch, and Breton and plans to give a course in modern Irish next term. A native-born Syrian at Texas Christian university has revealed that his main ambition is to ad just his accent “so that when I begin to travel again, people will say, ‘He’s from Texas.’” To extract onion juice, cut the onion in half and squeeze on a reamer as for orange juice.