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GLORIA GRENFELL
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JEANNE SIMMONDS
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Acting Sports Editor
MARYAN HOWARD
Assistant Managing Editor
MARYANN THIELEN
Assistant News Editor
JANET WHELAN
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SHIRLEY PETERS
Chief Night Editor
ANITA YOUNG
Women’s Page Editor
JACK CRAIG
World News Editor
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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
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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.
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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.’”
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onion in half and squeeze on a
reamer as for orange juice.