Oregon daily emerald. (Eugene, Or.) 1920-2012, November 11, 1947, Page 2, Image 2

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    Oregon 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 CHAPMAN, Business Manager
Managing Editor
Co-News Editors
walt McKinney, jeanne simmonds, maryann thielen
Associates to Editor ___
Sports Editor __
Assistant Managing Editors
Advertising Manager
National Advertising Manager..Ri'lTrJ^aT'inethmMCT
Editorial Board: Harry Glickman, Johnny Kahananui, Bert Moore, Ted Goodwin, Bill
Stratton, Jack Billings.________
Office Manager .Mar*e Huston Foster
Inside Emerald Hall
There lias been a hot rumor about the campus these weeks to
the effect that Assistant Dean of Men Vergil Fogclall ‘ is after
a couple of house charters.” The rumor suggested a pretty
good story so we set out to see the dean and learn which houses
these were, and what the fellas had done that Avas \\ rong.
It turned out to be a poorer story than Ave had thought,
principally because it isn t so. I he dean told us that he had no
intention of going after the charter of any special house, but
that it Avas always a good measure to keep in mind. Things'
might be a lot rougher another day.
Then he told us about some of the cOAvboy and Indian games
—the same games that Heads of Houses and the dean of wo
men have said will be met Avitli stringent disciplinary measures.
The men likewise, is the word.
Dean Fogdall said he Avas willing to “go along—up to a
certain point.” But, he said, lie Avill draw the line when per
sonal damage or injury, property damage, or bad public re
lations comes into the picture. He disapproves of smashing
China vases, borrowing furniture that is not returned, and
similar hilarious old sports.
He also had a feAV Avords to say about scholarship. lie wants
to do something about it, and about the only direction Ave can
move is up. So Ave’re going to move up, or the neAV assistant
dean of men voavs he will knOAV the reason why.
Since ive are all mature college men and women the dean
reasons that iA-e should be able to look after our OAvn affairs, and
that Ave shouldn't have to have a lot of study rules, and "inter
ference” from Emerald hall. The dean is right.
But, lie points out, sometimes students or groups of students
demonstrate that they are not yet in the mature college men
and women bracket. He cites one men’s house Avitli a spring
term G.P.A. of just a little better than 2-point. That house has
on at least one occasion aAvakened its pledges at about 1 a.m.
and Avorked them till 5. Me reasons that the house cannot af
ford that sort of thing, and that by making their pledges ap
preciate college in such a manner they are removing themselves
from the above-mentioned “mature" category. Therefore they
need a little Avatching, he figures.
It seems to us that the dean is still right.
If a house can’t crack a G.P.A. of better than 2.1 something,
it seems obvious that the boys are organized to pursue some
thing other than scholarship. It seems they must lie banded
together almost in opposition to anything smacking of the
intellectual life.
The University of Oregon is a mighty crowded place this
post-Avar year. There Avould hardly seem to be space for groups
that are liot sincerely interested in getting something solid out
of the college experience.
If this is all there is to the story, and if avc have the straight
goods, we're all for the dean. We think it is indeed high time.
Flirting With Flame
l'.verv house on the campus has members who are well
aware of the fire code with regard to house dance decorations.
It seems, however, that these responsible persons are looking
the other way or being locked in closets while decorating goes
on as the regulations have not been observed at several dances
held this ve-ar. The fire marshal is most unhappy. The dean
of women’s office is also very sad.
So far Assistant Fire Marshal F. M. YonAppen has kind
heartedly only issued warnings, but he has it in his power
under City Ordinance 8874 to require flammable decorations
pulled down. Also any house refusing to abide by the regula
A Short Short Story
Harry took a slow, hot, drag
from his cigarette and bent, almost
mechanically, over the camera. He
stuck a card in a woman’s hand
that told her where she might ob
tain three fine prints for only 50
cents. He could tell by the annoyed,
impatient look on her face that she
wasn’t interested. What a way to
make a living! . . .
He lay quiet, one arm pillowing
his head, watching the thin spiral
of smoke leap into life when it'met
the light from the window. If
Gwenn hadn’t run out on him,
things might be different, he
thought. She had laughed when he
phoned; told him that when he was
making the kind of money this guy
Harold was, to drop around. She
hadn’t been like that before he
went away; he wondered what had
twisted her—not that he was any
great ball of fire! He sniffed, quiet
ly and bitterly, to himself.
Next morning, outside the big
department store, he was busy
snapping pictures again. A chilling
wind blew little whorls of dust and
leaf in his face; his feet were cold.
He began to snap an old man,
scurrying before the lash of his
wife’s tongue. The hell with it! he
told himself suddenly. I’ll work till
noon, quit, and make a stab at
getting another job. He looked up
at the tower clock in the nearby
church—3 minutes to 12.
He flicked the shutter without
really seeing the man. Thin-faced
and hurrying, he snarled at the in
terruption, threw the card at Har
ry’s feet, and was lost in the crowd.
. . . The tower clock dolefully an
nounced the noon hour.
That evening, crossing the hotel
lobby, his eye was held by the de
manding headline in the evening
OF $34,000.” Harry whistled soft
ly to himself. “The bandit entered
the store just before noon and . . .”
The guy must have been nuts to
try a stunt like that, Harry
thought. He read on, and his eyes
widened and stopped at the sec
ond paragraph. "Chief of police
Lew Brophy told reporters that it
was possible that a sidewalk cam
eraman, usually at that corner,
might have unwittingly taken the
bandit’s picture. ‘It is usually some
little thing that gives us a lead in
acase like this,’ Brophy told news
men.” Harry stopped reading . . .
A little thing.
Things happened fast for Harry.
The bandit was identified from the
picture, the last one Harry had
taken before quitting, and picked
up the next day. He got a $500 re
ward from Millers. The Telegram
phoned. Would he like a job ?
Would he! . . .
A warm April breeze was stir
ring up mutiny among the office
workers. It was lunch time. He laid
his flash camera down on the next
stool. “Ham ’n’ eggs, please.”
He looked up; it was Gwenn!
“What are you doing here?” he
asked incredulously.
“Working. What’s it look like,”
she shot back. “That guy I been
with turned out to be a crook. Got
twenty years for trying to walk off
with all the dough in Miller’s.”
“Must not have been very
smart,” Harry murmured, “to get
“Some guy with a camera
snapped his picture just as he was
leaving,” she said, "now ain’t that
irony for you ? . . . Say, maybe you
know this guy.”
“I doubt it,” he said cautiously.
She slid a plate in front of him.
“Say, Harry,” she said softly,
“I’m awful sorry I ran out on you
like I did. Maybe we could get to
gether again, huh?”
Th eggs looked good. In fact, ev
erything looked good just now.
Harry reached for the salt.
“I doubt it,” he said.
tions will be barred from holding another house dance, accord
ing to Dean Wickham’s office. The penalties are certainly
fair and only imposed in the interest of student safety. There
are enough hazards in everyday campus life without purposely
constructing fire traps.
Special caie- should be taken^to see that doors and windows
aie unlocked and unblocked. Twice the usual number of people
plus the elimination of most of the exits can only spell catas
trophe if fire breaks out. Candlelight may invite romantic
flirtations but it also means flirting with a fire menace. There
should be an abundant supply of ashtrays for the ever-present
cigarettes, and stairs and hallways should be well-lighted.
Cloth and paper decorations can be made fireproof with such
solutions as silicate soda mixture: one part waterglass, two
parts water, seven ounces of borax and three ounces of boric
acid. The solution may .discolor materials so it is better to
use uninflammable crepe paper.
The lush decorations transforming a house into an exotic
I ahitian isle or lower Basin street had better conform to reg
ulations in the future or members may find themselves sur
veying four bare walls at 5 :30 p.m. some Saturday with only
time to mentally change their theme to the "Blues.”
Don't forget to obtain
your P.A. system
your automatic record
changer and player
Smeed Sound Service
Glenn Smeed
bales - Rentals
458 15th W.
Phone 6117-M
I (Editor’s Note: After more than
| 10 years in the Oregon Daily Em
erald, Side Patter yesterday ceased
to exist. The new manager of the
College Side Inn, which had spon
sored the column through the
years, decided the reader ad was
not in keeping with the new char
acter they hope to develop in their
establishment. Sallie Timmens,
however, will continue to write the
column for the Emerald as “Off
Side” until a more suitable name
can be found.)
There were many impressive
house dances over the weekend be
sides the fact that Woody Herman
was out at the Park. The Chi O
house had as its theme, “Snow
bound—So Drift In,” plus an added
feature of a snowman. The snow
man, who was apparently dateless, .
had one unusual feature in that his
nose blinked on and off, ushering
all passersby inside. Seen at the ’
dance were snowbunnys Jackie Dil
ly and Phi Delt Johnny Christof
ferson. Sigma Chi Sam Gillette was
featuring red flannels, and Sigma
Chi Pat Wallers with June Bos- .
worth was attired in Gil Roberts’
clothing plus padding. Also seen
! lodge skiing were Sally Terrill with
Kappa Sig Dick Bryan. Alicia Or
cutt was there too with x-Phi Delt
beau Dick Perkins.
At the AOPi’s “Saint and Sin- „
ner” dance Bonnie Chapel and Delt
Bob Welhemi were having their
usual good time as were pledge ’
Dolores Stenerson and Phi Delt
Jim Howard.
Kappa Virginia Fletcher was at
the SAM house dance with A1
Popick and Theta Hazel Leonard *
was enjoying the setting of “Cafe
Pigale” with A1 Lippman.
Both Delta Zeta and Alfa Chi had
“Swamp Fire” as their tl^me with
silhouettes of moss-covered willow •*
trees as a background. Phi Delt
Ken Hayes dropped down to see the
Alfa Chi who is wearing his pin,
Maxine Jamison, and the Delta Zeta
dance was marked by the engage- *
ments of Mary Lou Felt to Paul
Klug and Jerry Dostalik to Delt
Paul Pearson. The exotic Alfa Chi
j setting was also the scene of two
pin plantings. Dorothy Wonderly
is now wearing Mo Thomas’ ATO
pin, and Jane Grace took back Bob
Glasgow’s Phi Sig pin.
The Theta house was turned into k
the setting of Monte Carlo Satur
day night, and “Sis” Scott was
there with her ATO Jim Beding--.
field. Battling it out over The
ta Sally Waller are Chi Psi
Hank Kinsell and Jack Ruffinbar
ger, but it was Interesting to note
that Sally was at the dance with'
Sig Ep Doug Eden whose pin she 1
i once wore. »
“Opening Night” was 'the theme ,
of the Delt house dance, and its.
elaborate decorations and pro- ,
grams were the most beautiful to
date. The dance celebrated the first
Delt dance in their new house. *
An old pinning that was missed,
is ATO Ken McKenzie and OSC _
Alfa Phi Phyllis Bolton. But new
surprises in the pin department are*
Kappa Jane Hull and Kappa Sig •
football man George “Over for at
Touchdown” Bell, plus charming *
Alfa Phi Anita Jackson and Beta.
Bud Cobh.
The Chi Psis and Thetas are wag
ing a new battle of superior
strength. It isn't broomball. This
time it’s a pool tournament, and at"
present the Thetas are winning by -
two games.
Natalie Brown Warner and her
husband, Blair, made a surprise
visit over the weekend to see Nate’s
sorority sisters, the Gamma Phis, -
and her Sigma Nu brother Mer£
Brown. ChiO alum Marilyn Holden
was on hand with ATO Bob Aiken ' ]
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