Oregon daily emerald. (Eugene, Or.) 1920-2012, January 07, 1947, Page 2, Image 2

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Associates to I
Buaiaera Entftr
Managing Editor
New» Editor
WAliT McKinney
Assistant Managing Editor*
Assistant News Editors
Women’s Editor
Executive Secretary
Assistant Women’s Editor
Advertising Manager
Sports Editor
Assistant Sports Editors
Chief Night Editor
Staff Photographer
Signed editorial features and columns in the Emerald reflect the opm
ions of the writers. They da not necessarily represent the opinion of the
editorial staff, the student body, or the University.
Entered as second class matter at the postoffice, Eugene, Oregon.
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Jet-Propelled Rumors
Spectator speculations concerning the University’s athletic
set-up are no longer just flying around the campus; they are
jet-propelled. And from their general direction it is possible
to make a few observations which seem within the bounds of
It seems reasonable to predict that the name of Oregon’s
new football coach will be announced by President Newburn
sometime this month, possibly within two or three weeks. The
new head mentor will need time to get settled in his post, tour
the interested alumni groups around the state to pass inspection,
meet last lall s gridiron squad and give the varsitv players a
chance to decide whether or not they want to turn out for prac
tice spring term.
Conjectures about the pressure groups most influential in
the selection of the coach are mostly wishful-thinking. Drum
beaters won’t find a sympathetic listener in Oregon’s chief
executive. Dr. Newburn, with the approval of the much-dis
cussed athletic board, will make the decisions. And Dr. New
burn is one man on this campus who knows what he wants and
what he believes is best for this University. Keen the rumor
mongers will accede to that.
Athletic Director
The possibility that the present athletic board will not have
too much to say in the final selection of the coach is not too
remote. Reliable sources close to the president’s office have
it that Dr. Newburn has been toying with a plan to appoint a
director of athletics who will take over most of the duties here
tofore assigned to the athletic board.
If this is the case, what w^ll be the fate of the athletic board?
Chances are the present set-up will be completely revised. A
new board may be appointed to serve in an advisory capacity
to the athletic director. Considering the state-wide criticism
which has been directed toward the present board, it would
not be unreasonable to presume that Dr. Newburn will liqui
date this board before tl^e new coach is chosen.
The appointment of a director of athletics would be a wise
move on the part of the president. It is only logical that an
individual who knows athletics well should be in charge of
their administration on this campus. Advisory boards have
their place, it is true, especially from the standpoint of the
students who want and should have something to say about
the athletic set-up on this campus. However, athletics covers
a number of complex affairs which need to be handled by an
Anse Cornell?
An sc Cornell, l niversity athletic manager since June, 1936,
has been mentioned as a possible choice tor the directorship.
C orncll certainly should be considered; he has manv supporters
throughout the state w ho believe his service to the Uuiversitv
is worthy of such a position.
In answer to an Kmerald query Monday, Cornell said he
could make no statements on whether or not he would accept
such an Appointment. It would depend on "conditions,” he
i'he necessity for a director is recognized. But if alumni
and students are not given an equal voice on his advisorv board,
both groups will yowl. Since alumni support and perpetuate
athletics, and students are the indispensable pawn on the board,
it is only lair that both groups should be given equitable con
sideration by the big man behind the big desk in Johnson hall.
Academic Garbage
There should be great rejoicing jn the streets this morning
after students read in today's Emerald that the rather Quixotic
exam schedule followed, last term has. rightfully been relegated
to the academic garbage heap. The schedule committee’s ap
proval of a revised system, embodying substantially the prin
ciples the Emerald advocated at mid-term last fgji, will doubt
less come as a relief to students and professors alike who came
out of exam week with bad digestion and ugly dispositions.
While the Emerald still takes its traditionally dim view
of final examinations as a measure of achievement, we do feel
that the new system of finals that are, indeed, finals, is the only
way to use the system, if it must be used.
Many professors base the term’s grade, largely on the final
examination; others give as many as three through the term
—all announced in advance so as to allow the eager beaver to
sit up all night memorizing names and dates to match up with
the liberal revolutions of nineteenth-century Europe. To our
mind such systems fail to measure up to what we fondly call
“education.” A set of bare facts, learned over black coffee
in the wee hours, can be forgotten over black coffee the hour
after the exam.
Our experience has been set that in the “humanities” courses
—history, political science, literature, philosophy—quizzes are
few and far between, and usually announced well in advance.
At the risk of being lynched and tubbed in front of one of the
campus beaneries, we submit that the hated “pop quiz" is the
only true measure of progress. A final exam, then, might be
used to round out the term and counted as perhaps 40 percent
of the term grade.
Workers Arise!
There have always been people who prided themselves on
sitting on the sidelines, watching the world go by, and criticiz
ing loudly the things they saw. Seldom have these people ex
erted enough ambition to climb off the bench and get into
the scrap. Usually they have been the prompters in the audi
ence, eager to advise the actors on the stage.
Tonight the students who were interested enough in the
Emerald last term to write critical letters to the editor will be
given an opportunity to get off the bench and help correct
those shortcomings. There will be a meeting for potential
Emerald staff members at 7:30 in 104 Journalism.
Let those students who criticized our proofreaders enlist
for regular night duty at the press, for long hours of headline
setting and black hands and broken fingernails. Let those who
commented that campus coverage was incomplete, volunteer
to cover a beat as a reporter and take a turn at getting stories
out of professors who would rather not talk.
The Emerald can be a lot of fun—and a good newspaper, too.
We believe that those who objected to certain aspects of
the Emerald last fall should be only too glad to jump on the
bandwagon and get to work. You bet!
for Freshmen
—From Kent State University,
No. 3—Language
Ordering a ham sandwich in Par
is, Cairo, or Shanghai may be some
what difficult; but it is duck soup
compared to a freshman’s trouble
when he first attempts to under
stand the higher education lingo.
He finds that his dictionary was
written by those who were thinking
of some other fellow or some other
thing. When he starts this matter
of question-asking, he finds that
many strange and weird notions
have been floating about. He finds,
for example, that the campus is not
what he had supposed it to be. He
finds that the Elks minstrel show
held in the college auditorium is off
campus, but that a dance held in a
private country club fourteen miles
away is on-campus. He finds that a
student living in a private home
three miles from the academic gate
may be campused and a student liv
ing in a dormitory may be as free as
the wind. He finds that a brick
building downtown is on campus but
a research lab in the science building
is off-campus.
This isn't all. Oh, no! He finds
that the lobby isn't a lobby but an
atrium; that a curtain isn’t a cur
tain but a cyclorama; that a radio
broadcasting room isn't a broadcast
ing room but a workshop, that when
members of a choir wear pink
nightgowns, it isn’t a choir but an
acappella choir; that a drum isn’t
a drum but a percussion instru
ment; that a prompter at a play
isn’t a prompter but a bookholder;
that a class of students learning to
be students is an orientation class;
that finding; out what is going on
now is not finding out what is going
on now but a study of contemporary
events; that seniors don’t graduate
at the top of the class but graduate
magna cum laiule; that if he wants
to learn the know-how in a certain
field, he doesn’t learn the know'
hcw but the therapeutic technique;
that people don’t live in cities but
in urban communities; that when a
fellow is sick he doesn’t go to the
doctor's office but to the infirmary;
that the keeper of the records is the
registrar and the fellow who looks
after the money is the comptroller;
that you don’t learn how to fix cars
j but you study automotive mechan
|ics: that a small class isn’t a small
: class but a seminar; that when you
; study at home you don’t study at
home but in absentia: that when
the dean calls a man in to bawl the
daylights out of him, he doesn’t bawl
the daylights out of him but gives
: him counseling service; that one
doesn't study weather but meteor
ology; that a course of study is a
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the book*
of Urn
The short Rapper Dr. Borns sig
nalled for quiet. “Will the Twp
World club please come to order,”
he asked. (Satisfied that the fist
fights had stopped, he continued),
“We are gathered here to discuss
some of the ills that are presently
plaguing the world, and their possi
ble remedies. Does anyone have ad
opening suggestion?”
A tall, gangling youth struggled
to his feet. “I’m a veteran,” h4
cried (Dr. Borus rushed over and
pinned a silver medal on his cash
mere) "and I wanna’ know whjj^ne
ain’t getting no more money thar
we are. I was overseas for nearlj
six months, and somebody’s sur<
gonna pay!”
The roar of “Huzzahs” and “Hur
rahs” filled the room? "Commend
able spirit,” Borus soothed, “It’!
fellows like you that are the back
bone of this great Gountry!” (Three
freshman girls swooned.)
"It seems to me,” a serious-facec
man spoke up, "that just itching foi
something isn't enough, you have t<
get out and scratch for it.” (The
crowd cheered as the veteran am
the outspoken one began to trade
“Brotherly love,” Borus began
ignoring the scuffle, “should ani
mate our every thought to our fel
low man. If individuals can get
along using this formula, why can’t
nations?” (The listeners burst intc
prolonged cheers.)
“Dr. Borus,” said a pompous ex
major, “I think racial intolerance
is the basic factor denying us peace
on earth. If we would realize that
we are all brothers under tt0 skin
there would be no such thing asdl
minority group.”
Dr. Borus gave him a buss oil
each cheek. “What a magnificent
statement! If everyone felt like you
the Negro, the Jew and the Catho
lie would never feel the sting oi
prejudice!” (The crowd cheered.) |
“I thought you meant people,*
the pompous man snorted. H«
flourished his Ku Klux Klan mem*
bership card three times and)
flounced out amidst a great roar of
“Huzzahs” and “Hears.”
“I think,” said a dirty faced felt
low, “that housing is our biggest
problem. America is the land of the
free, but it has no homes for the
brave. I've been living in a cave
since my discharge . . . my childrer
can’t see in the daylight any morei
“Do you mean to stand up anc
say,” shouted a bald-headed man
“that after the rigors of a four-yeai
war, you would deny the long-suf
fering public the chance to relax
and enjoy themselves, and pay out
rageous cover charges at new nigh
clubs and buy black market good!
at new stores ? Why man, yotfr car
build houses anytime! . . . Aren’t
you ashamed?”
The dirty faced fellow mumblec
something about being sorry tha
he’d asked too much . .. (The crowc
cheered and clapped.)
“I think we ought to declare war
on Russia,” bellowed a visiting con
gressman. “They’re going to hit us
with everything they’ve got one oi
these days, and by George, we
ought to beat ’em to the punch!”!
“I beg your pardon, sir,” a oi»«
armed boy spoke up, “but the rec
ords show that you are nearly six
ty. Perhaps if there was a chance o:
your fighting in the next war, you'(
be more anxious to seek a peacefe
settlement of differences.” (Every
body smiled and said “Hear!”)
“Son, that’s a Fascist attitude,’
the Congressman howled. "Vou'n
just a pawn for the big money in
terests, or maybe the labor groups,
I don’t know which . . . but that’s
no attitude to take! (The audHice
roared their approval.)
The tall, gangling veteran, the
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