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About Oregon daily emerald. (Eugene, Or.) 1920-2012 | View Entire Issue (Oct. 10, 1947)
y g Entered as second-class matter at the postoffice, Eugene, Ore.
Member of the Associated Collegiate Press__
BOB FRAZIER, Editor BOB CHAPMAN, Business_Manaj^
TOTT I YATES JUNE GOETZE, BOBOLEE BROPHY
Minaging^ditor_ Co-News Editors_
WALT McKINNEY, JEANNE SIMMONDS, MARYANN THIELEN
Associates to Editor ____
Sports Editor _____
Assistant Managing Editors
It’s always a jolt to discover that something isn't what it
claims to he. An illusion crumbles, leaving the believer a little
sadder but strong in the view that he will not be taken in so
quickly next time. Such was our case when we lead the Septem
ber editorial in the Austin American Capitol, Texas, insinuating
that Governor Beauford H. Jester was duped on his bet with
Oregon’s Kappa Sig chapter.
For years we’ve pictured Texas as the land of the Stetson,
honest blue eyes, handclasps of real friendship, and defenders
to the death of truth and right. It’s no wonder we were a little sur
prised and hurt to find that Texans are as suspicious and small
minded as those at whom they scoff. The evil germs of this atti
tude seem to have been planted in 1938 when the Texas governor
won the top of Pike’s Peak from the then governor of Colorado
over the outcome of the Texas-Colorado game. Obviously the bet
was never paid off as Pike’s still retains its peak in Colorado.
We sympathize with Texas on this score.
However, the bet between Governor Jester and Bill Bishop,
Kappa Sig president at Oregon, was paid off by the Kappa Figs.
A 25-pound Chinook salmon (Austin American please note),
fresh from the mouth of the Columbia river and packed in ice
. arrived at the Austin airport at 8 p.m. Sunday, September 28.
Governor Jester met the plane and posed for pictures holding
the fish. The bet was paid off in good faith. Everyone was happy.
Everyone except the Austin American’s suspicious Clint
Pace whose faith in his fellow man is evidently so shattered since
the Pike’s Peak episode that he immediately suspected some
thing fishy. Colorado didn’t pay oft, so if Oregon paid off there
must be something wrong with the fish.
Arming himself with a W ebster s dictionary for information
<Oregon fish experts will shake their heads at that) Pace inquir
ed into the life of a salmon. He discovered what all Oregonians
learned with their ABC’s: that salmon migrate upstream to lay
their eggs in the fall and thereupon die without returning to sea.
Using this pithv statement, Pace leaped to the conclusion that
1) the fish was taken illegally because of its prospective mother
status, and 2) the fish was about dead when caught therefore
no great loss to Oregon.
For shame. Mr. Pace. Webster’s is an excellent source for
word definitions but we wouldn t think of using it to gain in
formation on your famous Texas long horns. If we did. we would
find that a long horn is not only “One of a breed of domestic
cattle with long horns,” but also "An insect with long antennas.”
We would be as likely to confuse that issue as you did the salmon.
To quiet any Texan doubts as to the legality and edibility of
the governor’s Chinook salmon, we submit the following.
After the eggs hatch, the salmon, still fingerlings, find their
way down the Columbia river to the ocean where they remain
on an average of four years, growing into sleak, beautiful fish
that would be an assest to anyone’s mantle. At the end of four
years, the salmon yearns to return to the old birth-place so with
an inherant intelligence not common to many human beings, the
fish stores up food and begins the long journey, from the ocean
into the Columbia river and up to the place where it was deposi
ted as an egg four years before. Following in the family tradition,
the salmon deposits its eggs, which aie feitilized by the male, and
soon after dies.
So much for the fascinating life of a salmon. The obvious point
is that the salmon is in top condition when it starts migrating
from the ocean up the river and that s where the salmon is caught.
We are happy to in for mthe worried Texans that the state sets a
limit on the annual catch so there will always be enough salmon.
To back up our knowledge. Professor Ralph Huestis of the
zoology department vouched that salmon are in "great shape
when caught at the mouth of the Columbia. In fact, he told us of
a salmon that got clear up into a stream in eastern Oregon so
shallow that the hack of the big fellow was out of water. A
member of professor Huestis party shot it with a .22 and the
fish was not only edible but deliciously so.
We’re still hurt that all this explanation was necessary, but our
hearts are still in the right place. In fact, Bill Bishop has extended
an invitation to the dubious Clint Pace to come up for a fishing
trip any time. Maybe then he’ll be satified that there’s nothing
fishv about our salmon.
The New Leaf
By LARRY LAI’
Summer’s impetuous trillings now sadly mur
muring ... the sun, but yesterday unconquerable,
nervously wriggling 'crost the skies, a dread of win
ter’s unsmiling hand . . . Hybrid October, born slave
of two inexorables, neither gay nor awesome, but
dispassionately neutral, stolidly birthing yet anoth
er master . . . Lawns still foolishly green, wearing
the first frost’s ghoulish mantle as pridefully as
they’d borne the summer’s dew—dumb, deadly af
Nuded trees with wraith-like arms humbly ask
ing “Why?” of skies suddenly aloof and grim, stand
ing dogged watch over the soft under-belly of the
forest . . . Rain tunneling endlessly down, making
of each field a Fool’s Gold lode for the hopeful, a sod
den morass for the weary . . . Rivers, taunting
plodding, unmoving Earth with pret.exed tales of
more exciting things, themselves racing headlong
through the night into nothingness, with only pro
testing whispers from the ageless rocks to warn
Browned leaves, with their skeletons showing,
unloved and neglected, lying about like tears hung
out to dry . . . The amiable creakings of summer
dried roofs, now beaten to sullen silence by the
damp . . . Black, wet highways, glistening omin
ously, hissing horror tales at fleeing tires . . . Ar
rogant, blustering Thunder, roaring "Passado!—
Touche!” at every thoughtless slash of his lightning
sword. . . .
Night noises dankly thudding ’gainst the drunk
en, swelling earth . . . raindrops, in frenzied piour
ettes, dancing and dying on pooling walks . . . full
grown Wind, with face turned steel, on lordly junket
through the trees . . . iaggardly Dawn, a faded
woman shuffling mechanically through her chores.
. . . ’Tis not so strange that man may also wear
October’s dappled, streamers . . . inexplicably finding
within himself an empty greyness . . . stretching out
with grievous stroke to make of hours, eternity . . .
a nadir of emotion . . . this, the furthest ebb of
By REX GUNN
I saw a future die once. I’ll never forget it.
It was the kind of a day when you want to live,
when death seems foreign. It was a good day for
tennis or golf or surf-swimming; the sun was bright
and there was a deep blue haze in the voloanic hills.
Your thoughts leaped that morning across the
mundane and the routine, up to the hills and down to
the sea and back to the golden beaches. Oh, it was
a good day to live. And that was when men began
Up at Wheeler field, the P-40’s were lined up in
neat rows. Their bright, silver wings flashed in the
sun and the curved plexiglass on their cockpits
seemed to hold the reflections like silver streaks
in water. When their gas tanks exploded from the
bombs and bullets, they shot up streaks of orange
In the barracks at Hickam field on the south
bank of Pearl Harbor, the 51-caliber bullets rode
the sunbeams down through the plate glass windows
until they burrowed deep through the bed covers
into the sleeping men. It was Sunday, you see, and
they could sleep late.
At the harbor itself where the Oklahoma and the
West Virginia swayed in line in battleship row, the
steel plates buckled and the smoke was dense. The
clean white uniforms of the ensigns left on duty
became black and seared. Two of the ensigns on the
Oklahoma were Verdi Sederstrom and Paul Wyman,
less than a year away from the Oregon campus.
The future died swiftly. It took less than an hour.
Saturday morning a converted transport called
the “Honda Knot” ties up in San Francisco. Steve
dores will unload the bodies of 585 men who died
that morning instead of playing tennis or golf, or
It was their future that died, the one in which
we are living today.
The Rules of the Road
.Editor’s Note: The Emerald believes that persons cannot be held
responsible for observing rules they have never seen. Earlier this term
we published the disciplinary code, and the report bf the scholarship
committee. Publication of the rules, regulations, and procedures of
the student affairs committee begins today.
It is the wish of the Student Affairs Committee that University of
Oregon organizations shall entertain with dignity and simplicity and
conform to the accepted tenets of good taste prevailing in the
The following rules, regulations, and procedures governing social
life at the University of Oregon, formulated by the Student Affairs
Committee during the fall term, 1946-47, supersedes all earlier rules,
regulations, and procedures.
They are listed here as briefly and concisely as possible. All students
attending the University are urged to acquaint themselves with the
I. General Policies of the Student Affairs Committee:
A. The Student Affairs Committee authorizes its chairman, the Dean
of Men and/or the Dean of Women to implement and administer
the general policies and business of this committee, with power
to make minor adjustments of policy and decisions concerning
matters which do not seem important enough to bring before
the full committee.
B. The Dean of Men, the Dean of Women, and the Educational Ac
tivities Manager may revise specific dates appearing on the
yearly social calendar approved by this committee, provided
that such changes are made within the policies established by
C. Every social event must be registered in the office of Dean of
Women not later than 5:00 p.m. of the Monday preceding the
event except that stag affairs are registered in the office of
Dean of Men.
D. The closed period for all events is from 5:00 p.m. of the Friday
preceding examination week through examination week.
A. Closing hours are: 10:30 p.m. Sunday through Thursday, 12:15
a.m. Friday, and 1:00 a.m. Saturday.
B. Social events after 7:30 p.m. may be held on Friday and Saturday
C. Exchange desserts may be held in the living organizations Wed
nesday from 6:3Q p.m. to 7:30 p.m.; but no time may be spent
in preparation for such events. Open houses may be held on
Wednesday from 6:30 p.m. to 7:30 p.m. or on Friday or Saturday
D. All functions held on Friday or Saturday nights must terminate
E. Hours during which men are allowed in women’s houses are as
Monday through Thursday: Noon—1:00 p.m.; 4:00-7:30 p.m.;
Friday: Noon-1:00 p.m.; 4:00p.m.-12:15 a.m.
Saturday: Noon-1:00 a.m.
Sunday: Noon-7:30 p.m.; 10:00-10:30 p.m.
III. Social Life of Living Organizations:
A. Living organizations may have two major house dances a year.
These dances must be held in the living quarters of the organiza
tion or in a University-controlled building. They may be held on
Saturday nights only.
B. Informal house functions, such as firesides, radio or dinner danc
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A new warehouse of wood and
sheet metal is being raised across
the millrace to replace the one lost
in the $135,000 fire of February 12.
The new building will be 100 ft.
x 240 ft. as compared with the ori
ginal one of 75 ft. x 100 ft.
The original warehouse was
built in 1917 as an outside drill
shed for the ROTC. In 1936 it was
moved to make room for the in
The millrace, object of much dis
cussion last fall term and later pur
chased by the City of Eugene, has
The level of the land is to be
filled to the height of the present
highway. To do this will call for
over 30,000 cubic yards of dirt.
20,000 yards of the dirt will be used
inside of the- building proper to
raise the floor level approximately
five feet. The remaining will make
the approach to the bridge and an
The building will house the
stores, electrical, mechanical, paint
and carpenter shops.
Y 'Student Wives'
To Meet Tuesday
The “Dames,” student wives as
sociation, will meet at 8 p.m. Tues
day at the campus YMCA.
The business meeting will be fol
lowed by a short program, Shirley
Mack, president, announced. All
student wives are expected' to at
Boyd Dautoff, night editor
John Robinson, 1st asst, night
Dick Humphrey t 2nd asst, night
Bob Hemingway, 3rd asst, night
j Janet Harris