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About Oregon daily emerald. (Eugene, Or.) 1920-2012 | View Entire Issue (Jan. 27, 1948)
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Politics on Washington Campus
The University of Washington
is an impressively arranged pile
of stone a nickel’s worth of gas
away from downtown Seattle.
The school buildings are large,
ornate, and functional. They have
none dating back to the 1870’s.
Closing hours there are a bit
more reasonable, the excuse being
that it takes the students longer
to get back to the campus. With
Seattle’s imposing array of nit
eries, beaches, etc., being what
they are, their attitude is to be
commended. You say goodnight
at 11 on weeknights, and 2 a.m.
on Fridays and Saturdays.
Dormitories and veterans hous
ing are the apartment type, brick,
with hardwood floors, steam heat,
and inside comfort stations. Thus
far, none have been flooded.
Sorority and fraternity houses
are larger, richer looking, with
average chapter membership in
the seventies. Newest house on
the campus is the AOPi’s, and
what an eye-catcher. Designed by
Frank Lloyd Wright, it’s the
kind of building heretofore seen
onl-y in advertisements. A maze
of sharp angles, one way windows
and green and ochra-brown pan
Unlike the Oregon campus, the
independents at Washington are
very active, and manage to split
things 50-50. Politics are played
hard there, as here, and they too
have TNE. Coalitions are more of
a rule than an exception.
Webfoots who, made the Stan
ford trip were bitterly disappoint
ed in the women there, and came
back to Oregon in a more appre
ciative mood. Webfoots who made
the Seattle trip found the gals
there generally cute and viva
cious. A friend of mine who dated
said the Huskie mantraps are
eager to take on their share of
the entertaining, while the gals
down here sit around and look
bored, waiting to be amused. We
think that a bit unfair, but
thought we’d pass it along.
Lots bf People
Their enrollment is about 17,
000, roughly three times that of
Oregon. “Piggin’ ” is looked up
on with more favor at Seattle.
There were more couples than sin
gles at the game. No comment.
The UW is in the midst of a
200-million-dollar building pro
gram. The whole campus is dot
ted with foundations, building
materials, and swarms of work
men. On the south end of the
campus is a new 16-million-dol
lar medical center, now half fin
ished. In addition a new art build
ing, new engineering halls, new
physics building, new liberal arts
halls, are all in various stages of
construction. Their new student
union building will be started in
March. Without comment, we
contrast this to Oregon’s unsuc
cessful attempt to get a new sci
ence building, and our age-old
drive for a student union.
Huskie basketball fans have
the same kind of contempt for
game officials as we do. The ref
erees were properly booed and
catcalled when introduced Satur
day night . . . reminded me of
Mac court. They call Hal Eustace
“Useless” just like we do. Speak
ing of crowds, Huskie patriots
have no more luck than our own
in keeping the crowd after the
game to sing the pledge song.
They think their basketball
By LARRY LAU
team will win the Pacific Coast
title. They are not so sure about
their new football coach, Howie
Odell, but think he couldn’t be
any worse than Pest Welch. They
seem honestly fearful of Jim Aik
en's 1948 team, and some went so
far as to predict a Rose Bowl trip
for the Webfoots. Just how much
of this was politeness, I don’t
know. We think they were right.
They don’t have the campus
space we do. Contrasted to ours,
theirs seems a bit jammed togeth
er. They speak fondly of beach
parties, like we do of picnics . . .
All their language courses are
five hours, brrr.
George Bartlett was the ner
vous possessor of the only Ore
gon rooters lid at the game. Stuck
far up in the crowd, he looked like
Everyone we talked to says '
they went far out of their way to
be helpful, and show their visit
ors a good time. We hope we can
repay the hospitality some time.
Then too, Oregon has many fine
points that out to be pointed out.
They’d go wild about the Pio
Oregon If Emerald
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Associates to Editor
Asst. Managing Editi-r
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Editorial Bo»rd: Harry Glickman, Johnny Kahananui, Bert Moore, Ted Goodwin, Bill
Strattor. Jack Billings.
What's a liberal/ Pop?
1 lie hotter campus bull sessions this third atomic year
seem invariably to take into account the role of the “liberal"
in politics—national and international. The best sessions, car
ried on by the local 1 )ecp Thinkers, always get tied up on a
definition of terms. The hoys discover anew that everybody
thinks he is a liberal. It's just like everybody thinking he has
a sense of humor. You can’t tell him otherwise.
Occasionally—and we note with relief that it is not too often
—some h,specially Deep Thinker brings up this matter of the
independent liberal,’ and lets the other oracles chew on that
one for a time. Truly an excellent gismo, this "independent
liberal thought, for side-tracking any group onto an involved
discussion of terms.
1'hc fabulous New Yorker, a smart magazine which man
ages to stay "liberal" without getting dirty fingernails, with
out growing belligerent, and without becoming suspect in the
eves of congressional committees or veterans’ organizations,
sheds some light on the Battle of Terms in the Talk of the
Town section of the January 17 issue.
Without getting tied up in historical or philosophical back
ground, the magazine does not (repeat NOT) once mention
the name ol John Stuart Mill. The New \ orker compares this
independent liberal to a dog—but the comparison is not at
' all uncomplimentary.
We quote the New Yorker:
lie (.the liberal), greets with enthusiasm the fact of the journey,
as a dog greets a man's invitation to take a walk. And he acts in the
dog's way, too, swinging wide, racing ahead, doubling back, covering
many miles of territory that man never traverses, all in the spirit of
inquiry and the zest for truth. He loaves a crazy trail, but he ranges
far beyond the genteel old party he walks with and he is usually in a
better position to discover a skunk. The dog often influences the
course the man takes, on his long walk; for sometimes a dog runs in
Revolution, Heresy, Communism
An infirmary physician made some startling statements
just a little while ago, the Associated Collegiate Press reports.
Dr. Evelyn Rude, in a speech at Dallas before the American
Student Plealth Association of the Southwest, blamed stud
ent ailments on lack of sleep, ‘sloppy Joe’ shoes, bad posture,
and Coke and coffee diets.”
I'ie on you, Dr. Rude. Would you remodel college? Would
you alter the whole social and intellectual structure pf our
life? Would you revolutionize the accepted mores of a uni
versity’s cultural society ? Alas, Dr. Rude, would you have us a
group of intelligent, civilized individuals, forsaking our own
Bohemian patterns of self-edification for your more conven
tional, so boring, and possibly effective health habits?
“Gab” sessions (a word so out-moded that it has settled into
the 23-skiddoo-oh-you-kid graveyard), it seems, keep the coed
up way past her bedtime. Dr. Rude is obviously unaware
what morsels of knowledge are imparted at such after-hours
gatherings, burthermore, says the good doctor, women wash
their clothes much too late at night. The new Bendix washers
should quiet the good doctor’s worries on that score, for they
do all the work and suffer from ill health only if they get
ptomaine from a slug instead of legal tender in the slot. Dr.
Rude advises a retiring hour of 11 p.m.
The “sloppy Joe” shoes—otherwise known as loafers—fea
tured by coeds are downright unhealthful. Says the doctor,
“They are without adequate support for the ankle or the foot,
having to be lifted too short in order to keep them on.” True,
"e'e seen many a coed dragging her shoes along the ground,
but it’s always happened on a Monday, and we’ve never sought
for the answer in the fit of her shoes. But her arches are
slowly dropping with this shoe. Woe is the coed.
1 he mainstay of college life—the supplementary diet—is
also being attacked. Shall we sit by, college youth, while the
Coke date is undermined? The cuppacawfee, innocence itself,
is one of an infirmary’s chief complaints. These beverages, ac
cording to the doctor, ’’displace an appetite for more nourish
ing foods.” Well, here we feel Dr. Rude has jumped in way
over her head. Maybe an Ivy Butterphlop snack can “sperl her
appetite,” but we’re not convinced that when the average co
ed’s appetite palls, it’s the fault of these worthy institutions.
We repeat. Fie on you. Dr. Rude. Would you have us all
going healthy? Things must be different in Dallas.
____J. B. S.
to something in nature so arresting that not even a man can quite ig
nore it, and the man deviates— a clear victim of the liberal intent of
his dumb companion. When the two of them get home-and' flop down,
it is the liberal the wide-ranging dog—who is covered with bur
docks and with information of a special sort on out-of-the-way places.
Often ineffective in direct political action, he is the opposite "of the
professional revolutionary, for unlike the latter, he never feels he
knows where the truth lies, but is full of richer memories of places
he has glimpsed it in.
Okay, boys, order another round, now, and go on with your
Side Patter *
By SALLm -- -.MENS
The hemlines of the campus
cuties at the Senior Brawl re
minded one of a fluctuating day
on the stock market. There were
some of us old conservatives who
wore skirts to the floor and
tripped over them most of the
evening, but then there were a
great many featuring the “New
Look” who showed their ankles.
But the highlight of the eve
ning was the Jurgens band cut
ting loose on “I’m My Own
Grandpa.” This little number was
followed by the hoisting of Alpha
Chi Shirley Phelps to the band
stand by her date, ATO’s “Just
Plain Bill” Monroe. It wasn’t her
birthday, and she claims she was
framed. The lad who did the fram
ing was ATO playboy Wilbur
The gathering of the clan at
Robin Arkiey’s house before the
dance was like a Republican nom
inating convention with Stassen,
Dewey, Vandenburg, Warren, and
Taft all present. All the latter
day Mark Hannas, too.
The Fijis threw a party that
resulted in two pin plantings—■
that of Alpha Phi “Favorite
Dish” Marilyn Moore to Dick
Randall, and ChiO Annette Shel
don to Gordie Wilson. Even Dad
Robbins and squaw appeared on
the scene for the festivities which
eventually merged with the Delt
The Delts were doing much
singing and making rowdy noise
over the engagement of their
house manager Doug Donahue to
Gammafie Dee Moore who an
nounced her wedding plans at her
sisters’ initiation dinner.
Hear that there were several
Webfoots who had much better
luck in Seattle than did our bas
ketball team. Sophomore class
prexy Mike Mitchell enjoyed a
post-game seminar with Alfa
Gam’s much pictured Helene
Crane. The Emerald’s famed col
umnist, Larry Lau, dated Huskie
sweetheart gi/1, blonde Jackie
Boliinan. Both parties pipped
cocktails at Seattle’s swank
Saw Bobolee Brophy, whom W.
C. Price once accused of being
German, with Joe Conroy, Tri
Delt Shirley Ingman with Sig Ep
Winny Carl, and Pi Phi Mary
Margaret Jones with DU Warren
Lovell. Theta “Sis” Scott was
over from OSC to see her ATO
Jim Bedingfield, and was sur
prised to see another Theta out
of-towner, Patty Beaton, down for
the dance with ATO Carl Reusser. ‘
Alsa at the dance was Tri Delt
Marie Lombard with Sigma Chi
Perry Holloman, Fiji Chuck Cor
rigan with Theta initiate Barbara
Fagg, and Phi Delt Bus Mona- '
han with his fiance, Sue, from
Kappa town gal Andre Man
emd is now wearing Phi pSi Dave '
Keptston’s pin, ADPi Lois Hea- •
gle. Lorin Thompson’s Sigma Chi
cross, and ADPi Shirley McCar
ten Theta Chi Kurt Butterfield’s
Those popular ChiOs are at It —
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