Oregon daily emerald. (Eugene, Or.) 1920-2012, February 20, 1947, Page 2, Image 2

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    Oregon® Emerald
MARGUERITE WITTWER-WRIGHT
Editor
GEORGE PEGG
Business Manager
TED GOODWIN, BOB FRAZIER
Associates to Editor
BILL STRATTON
Managing Editor
BILL YATES
News Editor
BERNIE HAMMERBECK
Sports Editor
DON FAIR, WALLY HUNTER
Assistant Sports Editors
REPORTERS
Beth Basler, Leonard Bergstrom, Bettye Jo Bledsoe^Hugh^Davies, Dmna Ut„>. vff’
Virginia Fletcher, Lejeune Griffith, John J
Virginia Fletcher, Lejeune (Jriitith, Jonn Jensen, Donna Kletzing, Dick Laird, Jupe Mc
Connell, Kathleen Mullarky, Barbara Murphy, Laura Olson, Joan O Neill, Nancy Peterson,
Marjorie Rambo, Katherine Richardson, Adelaide Schooler, Helen Sherman, Jackie letz,
Gloria Talarico, Sally Waller, Hans Wold, Phyllis Kohlmeier.
Signed editorial features and columns in the Emerald reflect the opinions ofi the writers.
They do not necessarily represent the opinion of the editorial staff, the student body, or the
University.
Entered as second class matter at the postofnce, Eugene, Oregon._
We’re Not Impressed
If someone had waterbagged the Honorable Mr. Randolph
Churchill from the balcony of the Igloo as he walked in last
night we wouldn’t have been a bit surprised.
Randy’s attitude (when he wasn’t being charming for the
camera) was one of condescension. Did the supercilious lec
turer expect a red velvet carpet to cushion every footstep?
And incidentally, who overlooked the trumpet fanfare as he
mounted the platform? Are we peasants who must stand in
awe when England’s ‘ambassador of goodwill’ enters our neck
of the woods.
. . . Mr. Churchill’s agents said he would be most pleased
to attend the reception in his honor arranged by Sigma Phi
Epsilon. Mr. Churchill’s agents said we would find him a
v ery charming guest. Evidently, someone didn t tell Randy
about the press releases.
. . . Mr. Churchill didn’t feel like giving fifteen minutes
of his time to attend a reception. And he said so. And fur
thermore, the Sig Eps can go jump in the millrace—so can
all the people who received engraved invitations.
Mr. Churchill agreed to meet a few students at the hotel
before dinner; he was to be interviewed for the Emerald, too.
lint would Mr. Churchill show? Let the clods wait.
We are surprised that he even kept his dinner engagement
with Dr. Newburn.
We re not impressed, Mr. Churchill. \Ve agree with the
Denver plumber.
Mr. Churchill:
We are not impressed with the temper tantrum you
pulled when one of our photographers flashed your picture.
We resent your treatment of our President Newburn, who
is not at the beck and call of every visiting fireman who hits
this town.
We were ashamed of the tongue-lashing you gave Uni
versity students from Egypt who asked legitimate questions
about your attitude toward Egyptian independence. Why
bring in the old well-worn cliches about British blood which
saved the world . . . just so the few old ladies in the audience
who think drinking tea in the afternoon is a pleasant custom
could jump up and clap their hands?
Frankly, Mr. Churchill, the propaganda you handed out
just doesn’t go. Some of uk have read the history books.
Some of us helped make a little of it “saving the world," too.
Modern World 1
Wednesday evening the campus had an opportunity to
hear a splendid Nineteenth century view of empire and allied
subjects. It was an interesting and engagingly presented
talk, but this is 1947.
Some who heard Mr. Churchill will agree that in essence,
the British aren’t really had because we are bad too. Others
will agree merely that it was an interesting talk and one that
provokes thought.
The field of conjecture is as cosmic as the Empire itself.
One can contemplate practically any problem known to hu
manity and find that problem in the British Empire. The
solutions would possibly solve, temporarily, a few Anglo
American problems. On the constructive side he backed closer
co-operation, Union Now, the Baruch plan.
Much of the time he was ducking the main question;
British Empire in the Modern World, or any empire in the
modern world. Empire is no longer a glorious term to the
world’s millions. But Britain is desperately in need of her
empire.
Britain, or some British at any rate, are even more com
cerned about Russian expansion than we are. Without bet*
Empire she would be hardly more secure than the Baltic
states.
At the risk of over-simplification, we could say that Britain
needs her empire to survive as a major power. Whether or
not she should thus survive at the expense of the millions
who make up the Empire is the big question.
Side Patter
By BOB WHITELY
There’s much pawing of the
ground these sunshiney days by the
male of the species. It’s “Tops are'
coming down . . . skirts are going
up” weather. The old Tau and Fiji
meadows will be full of couples
looking for that lost softball. Pledg
es will come home from the libe to
find all their blankets missing, and
will have to snooze on the springs
until the “big boys” return from
their outing. If your folks gripe
about all the grass stains on the
blankets . . . best write home and
explain all about Oregon’s best tra
dition . . . the joust in the meadows
picnic. Spring term the girls go to
bat literally . . . they chop at the
ball, fan and fall down, thus with
the possible exception of Theta’s
Sis Scott who will probably step up
to the plate and park a fast ball in
the middle of the McKenzie. Men
groan as the gals catch the ball,
making like an alligator’s jaw with
their hands. Sorority house cooks
go mad fixing sandwiches and
berled eggs. Beat up GI’s plead . . ,
NO SPAM. Pressed luncheon meat
or not . . . it’s STILL SPAM . . .
AND WE SAY TO HELL WITH IT.
“The Ears” Dick Burns is already
getting his rock-slipping arm in
shape. The record is still 14 skips
set in 1941 by Henry Itavanaugh
who accidentally threw in the
wrong direction. Don’t get stuck
with the wood scounging job after
it’s dark . . . you might fall in a hole.
Law students go crazy at picnic
time. Many are seen gibbering in
the stacks on balmy afternoons.
Many an eager freshman has be
come obviously confused during pic
nics, and hung his pin in the middle
of the “U” on a U. S. army blanket
instead of his new love’s plaid shirt.
You don’t need a range finder,
George . . . but don’t mistakenly pin
your blanket instead of your girl.
It’s humiliatin.’ The freshie girls
might have gone to some whizzer
picnics at Carmel, Roseburg or Fos
sil .. . but you ain’t seen nuthin’ till
you've taken off for the McKenzie.
P.S. Study up on the local plant life
before you take off .. . especially re
member Toxicodendron. Badicans.
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