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About Oregon daily emerald. (Eugene, Or.) 1920-2012 | View Entire Issue (Oct. 14, 1947)
Oregon M Emerald The Oregon Daily Emerald, official publication of the University of Oregon, published daily during the college year except Sundays, Mondays, and final examination periods. Entered as second-class matter at the postoffice, Eugene, Ore. Member of the Associated Collegiate Press_ BOB FRAZIER, Editor _BOB CHAPMAN, Business Manager BILL YATES JUNE GOETZE, BOBOLEE BROPHY Managing Editor Co-News Editors walt McKinney, jeanne simmonds, maryann thielen Associates to Editor _ WALLY HUNTER Sports Editor PHYLLIS KOHLMEIER HELEN SHERMAN Assistant Managing Editors BARBARA TWIFORD Advertising Manager National Advertising Manager. Editorial Board: Harry Glickman, Johnny Kahananui, Bert Moore, Ted Goodwin, Bill Stratton, Jack Billings. _______ Smiles Smiles Smiles An insidious new movement seems to be afoot on the campus that bears watching. That nice term “free time.” usually refer ring to hours not spent in class or the libe, is gradually being swallowed by a neatly designed program guaranteed to keep us out of Taylor’s for a cool beer and a good bull session. Take, for a fresh example, the AWS University Women’s [Week, which just took place. It started off Monday morning, always a ghastly day, when brightly smiling coeds invited us, for a 10-cent fee, to tie on “Hello Day” tags and start grinning hello at our fellow students. We cooperated even to the extent of purchasing some extra-good toothpaste so our smile would out-sparkle the best of them. That night study tables were cancelled so coeds could find out what WAA is all about. Then Tuesday the YWCA took over completely. It all started at noon with an open house and speakers, imported, yet. During the afternoon there was a tea, and at 5 p.m. a picnic dinner was given for sophomore women. At 7 p.m. there was an outdoor recognition service for all members, (no study table again) and at 9 p.m. the Skeptics hour took over. Tired but brave, we faced Wednesday with limp Hello tags and even limper smiles. Exchange desserts Avere on schedule. Panting back from our 11 o’clocks Ave greeted our guests (smil ing broadly, of course) and rushed through lunch subtley check ing our watches to see if AA'e would make it to om 1 o clocks. 1 hat Avas all for Wednesday, and Ave tried to catch up on Monday and Tuesday’s assignments. Thursday the rain Avas bucketing doAvn, and Ave tried to re member to keep smiling. Right after dinner, the rally for the UCLA-Oregon game sneaked into AWS Aveek and then Ave got to go to a two-hour assembly at Mac court. Study table had be come a myth by this time. Finally, after Avhat seemed like years, Friday rolled around. The Aveekend—that beautiful oasis in every students life. But, oh no, there was the Nickel Hop that night to conclude events. Then Saturday, just as a sneaker play, there AAas the game to listen to and the concert to attend that night. All apologies to Barbara Johns, AWS president, Ave Avonder just Avhat was in that needle when they gave AWS the shot in the arm this fall. There Avill be no cause for the University to Avorry about building that ucav Avomen’s dorm as there’s a strong indication that all women Avill flunk out this term. We’re tired of smiling, and tired of being told to smile. The one thing we will strongly endorse at this point is a “Go to Hell" Aveek, just to relax. M.E.T. No Moth-Balls A significant feature of the University lecture series which begins October 23 is the liberal sprinkling of local names on the program. Too often in the search for talent we wander afield, neglecting the nuggets in our own front yard. Dr. Gordon Wright, associate professor of history, opens the series with his lecture on “The Anatomy of the Fourth French .Republic,” a subject he knows first hand. His reputation as a lecturer is hard to beat. Students flock to his courses and they are not "pipes.” They listen because they want to know what he has to say. Of similar calibre are the other local lecturers, Perry John Powers, instructor in Romance languages; Herbert H. Hoeltje, senior professor of American literature; Edmund A Cykler. asso ciate professor of musicology, and M. D. Ross, assistant pro fessor of architecture. Students and faculty alike stand to profit from the lectures of these men, and visiting speakers such as Edgar Goodspeed, the Bible man from the University of Chicago. Dr. Rudolpf Ernst, chairman of the series, is to be congratu lated upon his program. It looks at last as if the moth-balls had been shaken out of the University lectures. Whither the Cream? The editorial page of the Eugene Register-Guard this week end took to task schools of journalism, asking how comes all this. How come men with “police reporter mentality” are being sent to cover the United Nations? How come graduates of journalism schools are not better grounded in the liberal arts? There is little doubt that the men and women of the working press do not know enough, that they are woefully ignorant of science, finance, practical politics. There is little doubt that journalism frequently does not attract the best of the college crop. But the Register-Guard is just being naive when it presumes not to know the answer, or at least one of the big answers. Maybe it’s economic. Maybe people who like to eat are scared away. They are the ones who might look'to journalism as a career, but who become lawyers or CPAs or real estate salesmen or used car dealers. Some shun the college campus altogether and spend their four years as apprentice plumbers. It pays better than a lot of the news jobs we can think of off hand. Maybe there are bright young men and women who go to coliege with the 'idea of becoming professional people. They resent having to join a labor union to blackjack the boss into paying a moderately decent wage. Maybe these people can’t get too enthusiastic about a long struggle with the ad-jockeys, the tycoons, and the fair-haired boys who inherit newspapers. Of course there are bright young men and women who do go into the newspaper field. These are the crazy ones, or the ones who have that magnum of printer’s ink in their veins, and cannot help themselves. That they are good and that they stay in the game is lucky for the men who own newspapers, but very un fortunate for the sad sacks who love the work. Moreover the downtown paper is being a little naive in sug gesting that the training these people receive in journalism schools is no substitute for the liberal arts education. It isn't supposed to be. Scratch a journalism major and you find a history, literature, or economics major. The few hours spent in practical journalism courses are not taken instead of basic liberal arts hours. They substitute for the courses in .Spencer, higher fungi, and calculus. They are not substituted for the general liberal arts courses. It is conceivable that the one good way to teach journalism students more is to keep them in school longer. Maybe a five or six-year course would be the answer. Then all journalism grad uates could be masters of arts. We need more masters of arts on these $40-a-week jobs. Old Oregon Editor Bert Moore, who graduated from Mil waukee high school some years back, went out to Springfield Friday night to watch the old school football team play Springfield high (and get beat 6 to 0). But he didn't feel too badly about the score because he learned a new yell from his old school. It goes like this. ONE, TWO, THREE — DROP DEAD. Do you need a PHILCO RADIO? We have all styles — • Large • Small • Portable • Phonograph Combinations Come in and Hear Them JOHNSON'S FURNITURE 649 Willamette Phone 2693 Make-Up Staff to Meet There will be a meeting for any one interested in working on the make-up staff for the University theater’s 1947-48 season at 4 p.m. Thursday in the drama studio. Side Patter By SALLIE TIMMENS The most interesting sports act ivity on the campus this past week end was the scoreless football game between the Kappa and Pi Phi pledges. The Pi Phi pledges under Captain Joan Carr’s leadership ran up and down the field with Jack ie Newbnrn making two first downs. In the huddle coaches Hal Schick and Elwin Paxson gave the girls a few pointers while Kappa JVIimi Moore acted as water girl. She screamed so hard on the side lines that she is now without a voice, but the only rear mishap of the afternoon was a dislocated knee for Pi Phi Peggy Utz who had to be carried off the field. The Phi Psi dogs Snowbelle and the new addition, Barry drove Fred Foulon down to the D. G. house last week so Joan O’Neill could remove Fred from his cage. To show this is a case of true love, Fred didn’t mutter a word when Joan creased his fender on Sunday. Another ro mance is that of Alpha Gam Pat Bolander who will marry Delt Clay Morgan at Christmas time. The Alpha Phis had an engage ment too, Joan Smith to Theta Chi Morry Leonard of Oregon State. Sigma Nu Jim Bartelt claims he lost his pin, but ChiO June Bos worth is the lucky gal who is now wearing it. The reason the ATO's were seen in their Saturday classes wearing bedroom slippers was the fresh man walkout. The members final ly went en masse to find their shoes, and in the process removed the Theta living room furniture out on the front lawn. Still not able to find all their walking equip ment, they invaded the DG pillars and tubbed the pledges. In the shuffle someone got the house mother with a waterbag which didn’t go over so well. Latest scoop from the Gamma Phi house was the pinning of the newly initiated blonde Barbara Buddenhagen to Sigma Chi A l Weir so the stocks will soon be out in front of the Side again. Oregon Stater Bill Beachman, also a Sigma Chi was the man Rosalie Jakku came down to tell the DG’s about. She announced her engagement over the weekend. Handsome couple on the dance floor the other eve was Theta Barb Patterson and Chi Psi Hank Kin sell, Also seen about much togeth er these days are ATO Pete Miller and Theta Florine Inglis, Sigma Kappa Ann Harbison with Bill Husy, and Sigma Kappa Louise Hastrup with Phi Delt Dick Per kins. Annamae W’inship, an Alpha Gam who graduated last year came down for the weekend and went back with Emerald Business Man ager Bob Chapman’s Pi Kappa Phi pin. C’est tout for today. Watch for interesting developments in Thurs day's Emerald, and the best place - to read your morning paper is in the Side over a coke.— (Pd. Adv.)