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Bill Walkenshaw, Leonard Turnbull
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BETTY BENNETT
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Overshadowed by the more spectacular athletic events and
all campus dances are a host of activities and programs that
make the University a center of intellectual and cultural life.
One of these which has added to the University’s program in
recent years is the Vesper choir.
In the first vesper service of the year Sunday, the choir pre
sented a one-hour program of religious music. The group which
attended was small in comparison with the number who have
attended other events which have been given a greater pub
licity build-up. But the audience which listened to the choir
•expressed sincere praise for the musical program.
The Vesper choir will always find an appreciative audience
at the University. Its programs do not draw the curious who
go to concerts and recitals only when the artist is nationally
famous, or the conscience-stricken persons who attend such
programs because they are considered socially correct.
The choir deserves warm praise because it provides enjoy
ment for many whose interests in the University are deeper
than the surface spirit.
'Ifau'ne. QfUendl . . .
Ours is a friendly campus, some say. In the opinion of others,
it is an impersonal place. Each person judges the school accord
ing to his reception here. We forget that friendliness is up to
each individual.
One student says that he has no time to make friends. Carry
ing a heavy academic load, he limits his campus social life. An
other student is so busy with activities that, although his ac
quaintanceship on the campus grows each day, he does not give
the matter of making friends a thought.
Still others bemoan their lack of friends, expecting others to
seek them out. To them, this editorial is written. To them we
advise: Be friendly, in the classroom and living organization;
initiate yourself into activities; take part in social events at
the "Y”, at Wesley and Westminster houses; attend campus
church group meetings.
No one has unlimited time, and no one can be two places at
once. But everyone can take time to "go places and do things"
on the campus. Several movies a week may be the easiest way
to use leisure time; it may be more entertaining and enlighten
ing. Leisure time spent on the campus develops interests and
friendships.
Those who make it a point of knowing lots of people all over
the campus will never fall into the social rut of travelling in
small circles.
Friendlv smiles and cheery "hellos," take the gloom from
Oregon downpours. I low many people do you know?
Men ^Jakz Ooesi? . . .
When are Oregon men going to step in and take over all the
activ ities they swore to grab up when the war was over?
In the men's edition of the Kmerald last year, an editorial
suggested that the ladies en joy their last year of power because
the return of the men soon would give that power back to its
former owners.
For two veal's the men on tlie campus talked big of the old
days and how they would be revived. Returnees now recount
how they rallied 'round to protect the "O" and Oregon honor in
time of battle.
This year, before the OSC game, the men guarded the “O”
zealously. However, once the monument fell to the opponents
and was decked w ith orange paint, Oregon’s men forgot it.
One group of coeds, inspired by some of the spirit of the war
years, decided that the men were too immersed in memories to
take the initiative. They trouped up to the butte and restored
face to the humiliated "O.”
Perhaps the men were too busy admiring their newly-ac
quired beards to take timeout to paint the "O.”
The coeds are still waiting for signs that the men are re
converting the University.
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Burns
By REX GUJfN
Each night I work the cat waits
purring on the porch and gages
by the night the time.
He blurs his sight with heavy
lids and listens to the sodden rain;
deep feline comfort clinging, his
muscles lax, his ears attuned.
He hears a foot, a key, a hinge.
It is the time of midnight
snacks. We nourish now, the cat
and I.
Well, cat, how fared your day?
“Oh, dull enough, but not to
excess ... I managed a short
while on your bed before found and
flogged.”
He yawned and flexed his claws.
He is large; his teeth are sharp;
his claws are keen. He has coals
of a jungle flame—they smolder
yet. Not so long ago he would have
eaten a midnight snack of doe or
buffalo or ape or . . .
Now he purrs and eats the meat
I ravaged.
Tell me, cat, do you regret the
time of beds?
“I regret that I was caught and
flogged, no more.”
You are honest, cat; you have no
depth, no shallowness either.
He grinned at me, a soft, in
dulgent grin about the mouth, not
so the eyes.
“More meat, please.”
He took the same, pinned it
firmly, smelled it over, tested with
his tongue, employed teeth.
If some other fed you would you
leave, cat?”
“You feed me, so what matter?”
That’s an evasion, cat.
“Perhaps I would if I fared
better.”
He watched me from the meat,
his jaws agrind, his paws still
guardians . . . across the night a
dog expressed the rain.
Goodnight, cat, it’s bed for me
and porch for you.
Dropped, he looked up, his body
braced as if still airborne for the
shock.
“Goodnight . . . yours the bed,
but for years by time strewn
dead . . . sleep for you (a cave, a
tree) and a midnight snack for
me.”
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About Oregon Spirit
To the students of Oregon:
What has happened tb the “Old
Oregon" spirit? I find that the
students go “all-out” for off-cam
pus social activities, but when it
comes to cheeriag at football
games, or turning out at rallies,
or giving full cooperation to the
many drives that come up during
a school year, there is no spirit at
all behind the leaders.
Can each one of you say, “I have
real school spirit?” Sure, you can
say it, but do you show it? ? ? NO,
you do not, because our yells at
games are nothing more than the
wind blowing through 2000 silent
mouths; because you and you have
something BETTER to do, than
show >up at the rallies, and give
Oregon’s athletes a “come back
the victor” send-off; because the
drives are gone into with only
half-hearted interest.
This year, at Oregon, we have
much better thon average leaders
in every organization, so let's dig
out some of that REAL OREGON
SPIRIT and really blast out with
those vocal chords at those games,
and turn out at all the rallies, and
back those drives along with the
student body leaders, and we’ll
make this the most high-spirited
school on the West Coast.
What do you say, Oregon ?
What do you say?
Signed,
Oregon Spirit
There are 35 shopping days left
until Christmas.
Ho Hum
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By OKIN HUSKY’ WEIR
Not many breathtaking events
took place over the weekend as we
understand that Ed Evans was up
in the big city which explains the
lull in excitement.
Sigma Kappa started the week
end off on the right foot last Fri
day with a hotsy house dance
which consisted of such couples as
Bill “Whiskers” Whitelock doing
the light fantastic with a gal nam
ed Elsie Bennetts, who just the
night previous had given Freddy
Goodspeed a long song and dance
which ended with his once again
being in sole possession of his Yeo
man pin.
Down the road a stretch at a
place termed Alpha Phi Annabel
McArthur was doing her best to
keep smiling with Arthur Stilwell
while she glided along in sandals
so the lad wouldn’t realize he
should have been a big boy to go
out with loveable Annie.
Those Gamma Phis took the
cake again with a fine “backward
party” which included such dy
namic guests as Jack Ruble and
A1 “I’m jealous of Ralph’s girl
friends” Putnam. Guess the lads
put on a fine show tossing around
everything at the table except the
house mama, who incidentally,
didn’t enjoy the proceedings to the
fullest extent.
Oh happy little DG is Rosie
Alber who is hanging around with
a guy Tommy Gun pretty steadily.
Little wonder say we when one
stops to realize the kide are en
gaged. Congrats of long standing.
Pipe Course
By JACK REEVES
When a person speaks of pipes,
he has to be careful. There are
water pipes, sewer pipes, bag
pipes, wind pipes, bosun’ pipes,
gas pipes, lead pipes,—(the kind
you get hit over the cranium with)
and last but not least, man’s be-"]
loved smoking pipe.
From the type of pipe a man
smokes, one may discern his
character. For example: round
headed men smoke round-headed
pipes, fat-headed men smoke fat
bowled pipes, flat-headed men
smoke flat-headed pipes, and
slender men smoke slender-stem
med pipes. Which type of man are
you?
Not All Cases
Of course this does not neces
sarily hold true in all cases. Del
ving into this thing more deeply,
we find that there are pipe smok
ers whose physical attractions do
not always go with the physical
qualities of the pipe.
There are characters who buy
the biggest bowled pipe they can
find and then are forever mooch
ing a pipe load from their friends.
This sad type of pipe smoking de
generate may be only five feet
two, yet his bowl will hold one
square yard of tobacco which gen
erally takes him two or three
hours to smoke.
Soup to Pipes
We have yet to mention the guy
who proceeds to take his pipe
apart in the middle of a meal and
unceremoniously starts cleaning
it. The net result of this action is
a mouthful of pipe cleanings along
I with your soup. This guy is prob
| ably a very frank type of person.
He doesn’t care where he does it
or whom it bothers. The recom
mended cure for this has not been
found to date.
We could ramble on and on
voicing our opinion on the matter
and still leave something out, so
before you throw this down in dis
gust, we'll light our pipe with our
own tobacco, and leave you to go
burn the leaves.
Trying to smash all standing en
durance records is Robbieburr
Warrens who not only has found
desired companionship wth Sherry
Ross’ Joe Courtney but also is
boomin about with Dale Tyler and
a Bill Wal'kenshaw—among others.
Home was never like this, eh
Robbie ?
Poor Paul Smith seems to be a
confused laddie since Saturday
last when Corky Corkran refused a
date with the boy. Strange how a
girl would refuse a chance to go
out with Mr. Smith even when he
did ask her out just a few mo
ments prior to dance time. Just
what does Emily Post say about a
matter such as this?
Beloved Milt Sparks may soon
be getting up to the sound of a
trumpet instead of an alarm clock
if all rumors make sense and this
means Jean Merrifield will be a
very lonesome gal no doubt.
All innocent lassies should pay
heed, say several girls, for Johnny
Woodworth seems to really be
making the rounds of the campus
these rainy days. Some guys just
can’t seem to settle down, but then
who has all the fun, eh John boy?
Today’s open letter is addressed
to a guy who insists on writing
letters to the editor concerning his
opinion on why we should abolish
all tradition and then signs his
things “Vet.”
Dear Writer,
I believe on the most part you
are going to find things very tough
going if you insist upon trying to
tell a 69-year-old institution such
as Oregon that because you have
honored us with your presence it
should disregard all traditions afaA
instead listen to how you saved
our country. We assure you no in
jured person would ever be en
dangered by the big bad, thought
less boys from Oregon.
The greater majority of re
turned men have lived for the day
when things would be pre-war
style once again, and if you have
any ideas that your moaning will
destroy the reality of these
dreams, well think again kiddie, or
else you’ve come to the wrong
place for honest readjustment.
Sincerely plus friendly,
HO HUM
NOTES ’N STUFF:
Word just slipped in from the
Yeomen that the boys are throw
ing a party at Gerlinger in the
form of a dance comes next Fri
day. Tickets are now on sale from
the many Yeomen so buy ’em up
chillun, should be a good affair.
Sweating this out for the lack
gossip, which seems doggone
fern’t from ye olde Oregon, we
hear sweet grumblin’s from Leon
ard “Honey” Turnbull who keeps
muttering sweet things about a
person called Audrey from Tri
Delt. Wonder when that boy will
settle down?
Evan Cantrell’s horn blowers
seems to have gone over very good
at local house dances. Seems good
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