Oregon ?©‘Emerald
ALL-AMERICAN 1946-47
The Oregon Daily Emerald, official publication of tne University of Oregon, paMshed
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
Managing Editor
TUNE GOETZE. BOBOUEE BROPHY
Co-News Editors
walt McKinney, jeanne simmonds, maryann thielen
Associates to Editor__
WALLY HUNTER
Sports Editor
PHYLLIS KOHLMEIER
HELEN SHERMAN
Assistant Managing Editors
V 1KO
Advertising Manager
Editorial Board: Harry Glickman, Johnny Kabananui, Bert Moore, Ted Goodwin, Bill
Strattor.. Jack Billings.___
OKice Manager .-.Mar8e Huston Fost<T
Invitation to Ulcers
As thousands cheered at the game Saturday and Oregon
State took another time out, Willy Gleek, freshman in shuffle
board, took advantage of the break and rushed under the
stands for a yummy hotdog. He was immediately caught in a
swarm of pushing, sweating humanity and eventually shoved
toward a shaking structure of planks. Behind this doubtful
counter arrangement (temporary, of course) four very slow,
very tired girls were casually dribbling weiners on to an open
sandwich plate long enough for the grease to melt somewhat,
then inserting them into buns. After being neatly wrapped in
wax paper, this mustardless desecration of an American
institution was presented to the long-waiting Willy for the
handsome sum of 20 cents. Willy, starved into submission
and anxious to at least see the fourth quarter, accepted his
fate meekly. Thus the cold dog was born.
We realize that people, manners, and institutions change
with the passage of time,'and, as this page has stated before,
we face reality and accept these things. But there is a limit.
The cold dog has to go.
The Oregon concessions are operated by the athletic depart
ment, and all profits go into their fund. The manager of the
"hot dog” (we laugh politely) stand is Harry C. Fowler, a
law student, who has evidently failed to run across a real
hot dog in the (Fusty confines of the stacks.
We understand he is conscientious; therefore, maybe he
won’t object if we mildly suggest that something be done
about this matter. Something like talking the athletic depart
ment into investing in the proper equipment for such a con
cession, arranging for a permanent counter arrangement, and
by all means, making mustard available to even those without
a 20-foot reach. After all, 20 cents is a steep price for even a
super-special hot dog, and it is highway robbery for the taste
less morsel that has been passed out all season.
Hayward-field will be in use for many years to come, so
permanent equipment (it could even be movable) would be
practical and the menace to rooters’ morale—the cold dog—
would go the way of war-time cigarettes. M.E.T.
Bob Reed Observes
For* meatless Tuesday, there is macaroni, which can be
prepared in many delicious, zestful ways we don't want to
hear about.
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With the distilleries dry, we think it sporting of Cousin
Dillingwater to let up on his campaign to drink the country
dry. He was never one to take unfair advantage.
# * ^ *
Truman’s recent radio appearance raised his Hooper rating
considerable, but it doesn’t dispel ugly rumors that he may
have trouble with his sponsor next year.
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An unofficial report from Moscow says the Russians have
exploded an A-bomb. At any rate, that’s one bomb we know
they don’t have.
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An Illinois mother says she no longer loves the fellow
who murdered her father and mother. Just no understanding
women—fly off the handle at the least little thing.
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* Heard the other day of a college girl, who returned to her
old neighborhood, looking so very, very in her nifty fall suit
with the new length, that not one loud and lusty whistle was
heard from the astonished local wolfs. Poor girl, must have
made her feel terrible.
'Phe new skirt lengths take us romantically back along
memory’s trail to the dear, dead days of tire early 30’s when
the hemline was just above the ankle and we gathered around
neath the silvery moon to blend eager young voices in "Does
the Spearmint Lose It’s Flavor on the Bedpost Overnight?”
Critic Objects to Amber Clip
I made up my mind lfist week that I was
going to see "Forever Amber" sometime be
fore it left, but now it's gone (for the rest
of the year, according to the ads) and I still
don’t know whether all the critics were right
in judging it one of the worst of the season.
It didn’t take Homecoming doings or other
festivities to keep me away from seeing Lin
da Darnell, Cornell Wilde, et al. The admis
sion price was reason enough. The manage
ment had evidently been forced to bill it as
a roadshow attraction, and I wouldn’t go to
a roadshow of “Amber" if it included all the
scenes that were in the book.
When, do you suppose, will the jokers
who inflict pictures on us at full admission
prices realize that a lot of people aren’t going
to roadshows because of a rightful wrath
directed at the robber barons who store their
loot in the Hollywood branch of the Bank of
America ?
Is Quality Up?
The boys down south have been heard to
wail lately that their costs are rising like a
V-2. Everything is up, including painting
supplies, but you don’t hear of a hack artist
asking a higher price for his work than Picas
so does simply because he uses more expen
sive daubing,materials.
Some comment is still going around the
campus on “Odd Man Out,” the James Ma
son picture in town last week. People have
told me that it was “The best movie I ever
saw. . .”, but also, “What a dull thing! No
body seemed to do anything....”
I thought it dragged a little in spots my
By BhiHT MOORE
self, but part of that feeling might be traced
to my long exposure to Hollywood screen
methods. The hesitation technique is not
common on the screen; most of our pro
ducers seem to feel that something must
happen each and every minute in order to
keep the audience enthralled.
Censor Trouble
Publicity for “Captain from Castile" is
being sent out now. This 20th-Cent. Fox
release ran into a lot of censor trouble before
it finally went into the can.
For once, it wasn’t sex that was giving the
Johnson office fits, but a subject that affects
many people just as deeply.
In the novel the villain was a priest. He
was a bad priest, not fit to wear the cloth,
and a disgrace to the standards of any re
ligious organization. JBut in addition, he
was one of the few believable characters in
a rather silly novel.
He Accepts Gifts
In the film, according to advance infor
mation, the villainous priest has been turned
into a small kind of a saint. Instead of taking
bribes, he accepts gifts in the true spirit of
the church. . . and so on.
, This all seems pretty silly to me. I think
any but the most perverted realize that a
character who is a discredit to his calling
or profession on the screen is nothing but
an actor and is not necessarily representative
of any person or group of people in actual
life. Maybe I'm wrong. Do you believe that
you live in a nation of morons?
Rhodes Scholar Describes Life in England;
Finds Oxford an Ideal Place for Studying
Editor’s Note: The following
letter was written by Don Tread
gold, ’43, who is now attending
Oxford university as a Rhodes
scholar. At Oregon Treadgold
majored in history, and was a
Senior Six member of Phi Beta
Kappa. His wife is the former
Alva Grandquist, who was grad
uated from the law school here
in June 1947.)
The first month and half of the
first term at Oxford are already
over. After the eight-week Mich
aelmas term we have four weeks
at Christmas before Hilary term
begins; then there is another
four-week ‘vac” before spring, or
Trinity, term, followed by the
four-month summer holiday.
Thus there is plenty of chance
to travel, although it is not easy
to be a tourist on the continent
these days.
Oregon seems far off. The Lon
don Times does not print Webfoot
football scores. It did, however,
print a shocked story about the
tragic death of Governor Snell
and party.
Life Is Rough
My wife and I managed within
a week to find a pleasant apart
ment only 10 minutes by bicycle
from the university. So getting
housing is not impossible; neither
is obtaining ration coupons, coal
allotments and other essentials.
But it is tedious and difficult.
In fact, what strikes the newly
arrived American about England
is that “Things aren’t as bad as
we’ve heard.” One can find enter
tainments; one can buy good
meals in restaurants and stay in
comfortable hotels, at reasonable
prices. But one soon learns that
that is about as superficial a
judgment of the situation here as
is the observation of congress
men recently returned from Ger
many who was quoted as saying
that he didn't see any hungry
people. The English have been
very, very patient, and manage
to put on a cheerful face; but
they are inclined to resent a trail
sient citing that as evidence that
everything is rosy.
Butts Cost More
The newest annoyance of the
"have-not” living the English call
“austerity” are the just
announced potato rationing and
rise in the price of tobacco. Ciga
rettes, now 5 cents a pack, may
soon be $1. As our landlady says,
more in exasperation than com
plaint, "We English must be AW
FULLY wicked” to have such a
series of misfortunes.
The question of who is respon
sible for the misfortunes provokes
lively discussion, though most
people recognize the cause: bal
ance-of-payments trouble, which
can be solved only by increasing
exports. At Oxford the Labor
government gets its full share of
the blame by a Conservative stu
dent body. Every Thursday in the
ball of the ancient Oxford union,
the debating society which has
trained more than one prime min
ister, the Conservative speakers,
dressed in white tie and tails, and
observing rigid parliamentary
protocol, lambast the Socialists
for "bungling rationing,” "scut
tling the Empire,” and so on.
Oxford’s Past
Not only Oxford's undergradu
ates are attached to England’s
great past. Walking amid the uni
versity’s ancient stone buildings
in this quiet provincial town, one
is not likely to forget Oxford’s
700-year—old tradition. From the
time the newcomers are mustered
in cap and gown and white tie
into the presence of an elderly
professor who mumbles a sen
tence or two in Latin and thus
accomplishes their “matricula
tion,” they are not allowed to for
get that they are members of one
of the world's institutions. Yes
terday my professor of logic, dis
cussing the nominalist-realist
controversy among 12th century
philosophers, noted that the ques
tion had caused street fights in
Oxford.
"In those days,” he sighed,
“they fought about things which
are important.”
A Good System
The advantages of the Oxford
academic set-up, however, are
tremendous, and they are built
into the system. One is not only
not required to go to lectures, but
discouraged from attendance on
the grounds of wasting time bet
ter spent in reading alone. There
are no written examinations, but
the periodic oral ones are admin
istered by a board which con
ducts them in a very thorough
manner.
Usually one’s only required ap
pointment is with his tutor or su
pervisor, perhaps once weekly for
an hour or two. Afternoons are
taken up with games and then
tea. No one can work in noon
hours, for the libraries simply J
close. Luck is the man who has
several evenings free to study,
for Oxford has every night many
competing attractions, from u
sic and plays to meetings of so
cieties.
A Club for It
The societies vary from the
Fellowship of St. Alban and St.
Sergius (an Anglo Orthodox stu
dent religious group) to the uni
versity's Federation for Animal
Welfare. Perhaps Oxford’s ulti
mate achievement in extracurric
ular groups was the abortive Ox
ford Balloon federation, which at
tracted a large crowd for its first
meeting by advertising that Tal
lulah Bankhead would rise in a
balloon from the Oxford gas
works, following a lucheon pre
sided over by Mr. G. B. Shaw. One -
Glen Byam Shaw appeared at
the picnic, and Miss Bankhead did >
appease the crowd by kissing the
aeronaut prior to his ascent.
If one can stave off joining too
many * societies, attending too
many lectures, or drinking too
much tea, however, he will find
Oxford a place where serious
study of any kind can be dorie^®
successfully under near-ideal con- *
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