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About Oregon daily emerald. (Eugene, Or.) 1920-2012 | View Entire Issue (Jan. 21, 1948)
The Oregon Daily Emerald, official publication of c'ne 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 Manages
JUNE. UUE/I 6C,, unui u *
FRED TA ' i UK
walt McKinney, jeanne simmonds, maryans thielen
Associates to Editor
Asst. Managing Editor
DIANA DYE J™ WAl. 'CE
Assv^ant Nws Editors__
National Advertising Manager.-.■nittr'^an,1fe^hi?5nir
Office Manager .-... Marge Huston Foster
Editorial Board: Harry Glickenan, Johnny Kahananui. Bert Moore, Ted Goodwin. Bill
Strattor., Jack Billings. _____
Horse Play Sends Critic
By BERT MOORE
It’s always a pleasure to find that what you write is eagerly
read by someone. It’s doubly a pleasure when that someone
is personable Phyllis Kohlmeier, the toast (in sarsaparilla,
naturally) of the journalism school. But let’s quote:
“Your column has always been an infallible guide to me,
said Miss Kohlmeier. “I read it closely, and when you recom
mend something I always stay away. When you pan some
movie I make a point of seeing it. I see more good movies . . .
Going on the principle that this is a fairly widespread at
titude I’m tempted to do my best to tear the production of
“Ride the Pink Horse” into small, bruised pieces. Then Miss
K. and her many intellectual compatriots would lie forced to
see it. It’s well wortli their time.
Bob is Tough
“Ride the Pink Horse” stars Robert Montgomery, who also
directs. A double job like this is always tough, and it’s a
credit to Mongomery’s talents that both chores are compe
tently done. As “Lucky” Gagin, a tough egg of the postwar
school (he fought in New Guinea, carries a .45 picked up in
the service, and is all set to take care of a war profiteer who
gathered cash while he gathered psychoneuroses), Montgom
ery is fine.
Montgomery the director could have been a little better.
Among the minor lapses that I can readily call to mind is a
scene where the detective of the piece makes a long speech
to Gagin. Action comes to a dead halt as the detective talks,
and Montgomery has resorted to cutting back and forth rather
indiscriminately to views of the speaker and his audience in
an effort to make things move.
Like the Razor
It was reminiscient of those lengthy ill-managed scenes in
“The Razors Edge” where Tyrone Power and Gene Tierney
walked in and out of corners and made febrile gestures while
they delivered their interminable lines.
Montgomery has surrounded himself with an excellent sup
porting cast. Thomas Gomez who is almost as versatile a per
former as Hume Cronvn, does a good job with the toughest
part in the picture, that of a nearly illiterate Mexican who
operates a rundown merry-go-round. Another ounce of ham
in Gomez and his role would have been one of those “Pleez
let’s stop, Geesco, my saddle-sores are getting saddle-sores”
As the heroine Wanda Hend-ryx is boih beautiful and be
lievable, but 1 enjoyed the acting of the villain a little more.
Maybe I've been missing too many shows, but he’s the first
cinema scoundrel 1 ever saw who wore a hearing-aid. The
business he goes through of dialing in and out of conversations
is responsible for some tremendously effective touches.
All in all, I think “Ride the Pink Horse” can be recom
mended as a fine movie. Break that rule for once, Miss K.
I t>pctor. OF fj
Reprinted from the
February, 1918 issue of esquire CopyrisM 1948 by fsquirt, tna
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Students Like 'Em Young
A random poll taken by a brace of Em
erald reporters last week indicates that
Harold Stassen and Earl Warren are the
leading contenders for the presidency—at
least in the minds of University of Oregon
The poll was a random one. It did not pre
tend' to be a “scientific sampling of public
opinion.” There were none of the gadgets of
the Gallup system, none of the “authority”
commonly associated with the big-time polls.
But, while it can’t be considered “authorita
tive,” it can be read with more than a little
The poll seemed to show that college stu
dents—at least those on this campus—do not
follow their elders too closely. Thomas E.
Dewey and Robert A. Taft, both leading con
tenders on the national scene, fared very
badly here. Douglas MacArthur, w h o is
being boomed nationally by persons who did
n’t serve in the Pacific theater, hardly showed
It is probably significant that the two^
leading contenders are young men as presi
dential timber goes, and that they are both^
from the “West,” if you call Minnesota West.’
Both factors probably had a lot to do with,
But it is their position in the left-right;
axis that seems most noteworthy. Perhaps
neither is a "liberal” to the followers of
Henry Wallace. Perhaps neither is in the
“Roosevelt tradition.” But neither is a “re-3
actionary,” whatever that means, nor is eithef
associated with the “fascist” political groups®
on the far right. You could probably call them,,
leftish Republicans. s
This desire for men of the more liberaj.
stripe may be chalked up to the youth of the
group polled, for youth is traditionally liberal s
But youth is also traditionally numerous?'
If youth votes, the results could place one of
the younger candidates in the big race next'
A Step Nearer The Circle
It is doubtful that we have come full circle
in the thousand years since the founding of
the University of Bologna, but we will come
a step closer to it this afternoon when a group
of students interested in reading books meets
in the browsing room of the library to form
a “great books” club.
This group, which will meet at 4 o'clock,
will have more than a little in common with
the “student guilds” which were formed in
Northern Italy in the middle ages to study the
great works of the world. Our present litera
ture courses are probably a jazzed up ver
sion of these early groups, but the difference
is as great as the similarity.
These students of a thousand years ago,
like the group which meets this afternoon,
were interested in reading great books. They
didn’t want literature shoved down their
throats, and they didn’t ask that all the plea
sure be squeezed out. They, took their book;
straight—pleasure and all. So may it be wk!
the group this afternoon.
Miss Bernice Rise, circulation librariar
and champion of the old American sport ol
reading for the heck of it, will sponsor tin
group, and Charles R. Hansard, president
McChesney hall and chairman of the booi
buying committee of the house librarians!
will be acting chairman of the new organize
The club will be patterned after the grea,
books course that has attracted considerably
attention among townspeople. The course
carried out as a no-credit project by the gens
era! extension division, has made knowledge
of the works that have shaped history avai?
able to townspeople. Along with the book6
the citizens got a dose of explanation fro;;.
University faculty members who specializg
in the fields covered by the great books. t
Now, Just When Was Quintilian? p
culture on this campus is no dead thing.
That is true despite all the rumors and
despite the University’s not-unfounded repu
tation as a “country-club.”
Yesterday the Emerald quoted Quintilian,
and identified him as “Quintilian (A.D. 42
118).” The paper was hardly off the1 press be
fore the editor’s phone ran^ and a cultured
reader, who would not reveal his name, chal
lenged Quintilian’s dates.
We explained that the Quintilian we had
in mind was Marcus F. Quintilian, the Latin
rhetorician, a rhetorician being “a master or
teacher of rhetoric.” Quintilian’s dates as
given in the Emerald were a direct steal from
Bartlett's “Familiar Quotations.” But our
anonymous caller insisted that the Latin
master or teacher of rhetoric didn't live si
It seems there is a dispute in learned cf
cles, too. The Funk Sz Wagnalls Colley
Standard Dictionary (that’s the one they gi\
vets at the co-op) lists him as A.D. 35-9:
The Encyclopedia Britanica concurs. Xc‘
so Webster’s Unabridged, which gives hii
another five years of life, listing him as ,
D. 35 ?-100?”. But’the Oxford Dictionary c
Quotations muddies the waters even furthr
by writing it thus: “A.D. 40-c 100.”
Maybe the Romans didn’t keep very got'
books, or maybe there has been some impo
tant calendar shift in the past 1800 or
years. The Emerald wishes now it had quot<
Michel de Montaigne (1533-1592) or Alg^
non Sidney (1622-1683) and let it go at tlw
Frailty, Art Thou Man or Woman?
Dig- in, n.on. as, judging from a report in
the January issue of Glamour magazine, the
women are on the march again. The iron
walls of bias in the professional fields of law,
medicine, architecture, and housing a r e
slowly melting as the women push on to new
horizons. Engineering seems to be the last
stronghold but even this field has absorbed 1
per cent of the 12.3 per cent professional or
semi-professional women workers.
The article states that of the nearly IS
million U.S. women working today, the ma
jority are stationed behind typewriters, at
conveyor belts and in other women's kitch
ens BUT there is a distinct trend toward
greater responsibility in women’s jobs. The
Bureau of Labor Statistics reports that be
tween 1940 and 1947 the number of women
owning or managing businesses virtually
doubled; cnftsvvomen are 775,000 stronger
than they were before.
Think of the significance! Is the shaky
old joke about women eventually usurpii
man s supreme position going to become
ghastly reality. Are men actually to 1
crowded out of their •own fields into the p
sition of the aproned homemakers of tome
row ? }
Distraught males viewing the alarmif
trend may well band together for a thougi
ful counter-attack. Why not fight fire \vi
tire ? If large numbers of males suddenly
gan invading the traditional feminine fielj
of homemaking, nursing, teaching, libra'
work and social service, maybe the tide \vo|
be turned.\\ omen, stunned at this new trei!
would halt their stampede into male fief
and rush back to save their own forts. T
rest is easy. Men could quietly return to th
former strongholds and the balance would .
restored. If Shakespeare were still alive,
could again say, “Frailty, thy name is \