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Emerald ALL-AMERICAN 1946-47 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, Ure. Member of the Associated Collegiate Press BOB FRAZIER, Editor BOB CHAPMAN, Business Manager BILL YATES Managing Editor JUNE GOETZE, BOBOLEE BROPHY Co-News Editors _-M.------- "■ DON FAIR • FRED TAYLOR Co-Sports Editor walt McKinney, jeanne simmonds, maryann thielen Associates to Editor HELEN SHERMAN PHYLLIS KOHLMEIER Asst. Managing Editors WINNY CARL Advrtising Manager DIANA DYE JIM WALLACE Assistant News Editors Circulation Manager ..Billijean Riethmiller Editorial Board: Larry Lau, Johnny Kahananui, Bert Moore, Ted Goodwin, Bill Stratton, Jack Billings. _ Now a 'Week' for It Americans with their tendency to set aside a week for •everything from good books to good cheese are quite bear able because of the fortunate hap that these “weeks” are usually dedicated to some worth-while cause—a cause which might go unsung save for the “week.” Such is the case with “Brotherhood Week” which opens on the campus today. The idea is good. It is apparentl ybased on the rather solid premise that most intolerance is based upon sheer ignorance, and that an enlightened public is less likely to be an intolerant public. Students who take advantage of the series of lectures of fered in the “week” will probably come out less inclined to prejudice than they would be had they stayed home. Further more, and this is important, some of the lectures promise to b downright interesting. Woe, Themldes of March As the finger of time flicks quickly through the calendar days, it becomes increasingly obvious that we are rushing headlong into final week in three weeks. There will no doubt be unanimous agreement when we say this is, indeed, a sad situation. Sad not only because final week itself is one of the most malevolent, sinister, and diabolical forms of torture ever de vised by either civilized or uncivilized man, but sad because the sun is breathing the warm breath of spring about the campus, yet “due” dates on term papers are looming close and large. Sad because the silky softness of moonlight nights is cut by the thoughts of projects and reports that are rapidly approaching the deadline. And sad because house dances, festivals, and lectures gaily clutter the social calendar for the next few weeks, while assignments get larger in order to complete the term’s work. Oh, woe unto us! But that’s not the half of it. Bleak as the picture is, it is dominated by an even more tragic fact. For dream as you will, there is no Thanksgiving vacation winter term. M. F,. T. An Approving Beam The Emerald has beamed approvingly several times this year at the manner in which the University seems willing to treat freedom of speech as a practical mode of operation. We beamed again yesterday after reading an editorial in the Uni versity of Washington Daily. The Daily’s editorial, in part, follows: Harold Stassen is speaking today at Eagleson hall where ac commodations are limited to only a fraction of the students who would crowd Meany hall to hear him. Political speakers are not permitted to lecture on the Uni versity campus. A political speaker has been defined by the ASUW assemblies committee as a person who has filed for, or been nominated as a can didate for public office. Any speaker must limit his remarks to those neither opposing nor supporting a candidate or a particular political party. The Emerald has just beamed approvingly again—this time in the direction of Johnson hall. If You're Stil! Part Kid Here's a Good Movie for You By BERT MOOR In the year that I was ten we lived quite close to a suburban Portland theater which featured, in common with most small theaters, a Saturday matinee designed to at tract the dimes of kids who had either wheed led their parents out of the necessary cash, or spent precious hours away from the per petual neighborhood game of one o' cat to sell Liberty magazines. Some of the bills-of-fare featured relent less policemen chasing t>oot leggers or gun-runners in \ cars, boats, or airplanes. | Others gave us Johnny Weis- J smuller chasing some hu- j man or animal fiend via han- j dy lianas. But the chases we enjoyed most took up the major part of our favorite shows, the cowboy movies. Horse operas? You can laiurh and call them that now, but there was no such derision expressed by the members of the “Flags of All Nations” Fan club (we received a pin depicting some nation's flag for each paid attendance; the pins looked great on a beanie) in those good old days. We cheered the hero and booed the villain in consummate seriousness, and when one of the heroines made so much as a friendly gesture toward our hero we were heartsick lest he lose his head and kiss her. Much better to kiss his horse—now there was a pretty animal! As you grow older your perspective changes. Unfortunately, most cowboy movies have remained the same, and that’s why their mawkish acting and absurdly staged fights are funny instead of deathly serious to the average adult. There’s still a ready market for good west erns, however. Most people like them, prc vicled they’re well-handled or have some fi lip of the unusual about them. I suppos that's why I liked "The Swordsman” so wel - at “The Swordsman” takes place in Scotian in the seventeenth century. It features Larr Parks and Ellen Drew as the offspring, re: pectivelv, of the MacArden and Glowa clans, which spend most of the screen tiffl a-feudin’, but with swords, not six-shooter Change the scene to Arizona or Texas aji the two clans could just as well be the Bai Craps and Double Zero ranches; it’s th same old cowboy movie plot. There’s an an bush and some livestock-stealing and man harsh words before the two sides finall make peace and boy gets girl—as per usua It’s a western through and through, wit kilts instead of chaps, and tartans replaci^ serapes. And most, if not all, of the chast take place while the protagonists are pir suing each other on—you guessed it—horsl If you like a good western (and who doe; n’t?), here’s one set in a burred-speech-an bagpipe atmosphere. But if you have to h#\ art in your movies as well, there’s one seel that’s worth sitting through the rest of Sjj picture to enjoy: A horseman speeds aw^ with a message for MacGarcia. He rides side a pond where a flock of ducks are swil ming, and the noise of his horse's hoow sends the ducks gliding across the pond taj gent to his passage. Contrast of motion " emphasize speed has seldom been more Tl fectively used. >• “The Swordsman,” although it is far fr?i: being an excellent movie, packs a full load '< entertainment. Relax, and pretend you're- ] years old again. fl The Odds Are With the Nodders By MARVIN MYEf Many students here at Oregon are per haps unaware of a valuable classroom pas time : the art of nodding to the lecturing pro fessor. A number of students have made the honor roll who were unable to nod correctly, and a few have even made it after shaking their heads during a lecture; but the odds are undoubtedly with the student who can main tain a thoughtful expression for 50 minutes, execute a slow and solemn nod, and keep his eyes narrowed while nodding. Professors are easily impressed by a well executed nod. The majority of upper division students have learned this; therefore, the following information is mainly for those lower division students who want to make good while attending this University. Generally speaking, the nod signifies a feeling of mutual understanding and agree ment to whatever the professor has said. It’s as though the student is saying. “You are so right, doctor,” or, “I have often held the very same thought. Often.” However, the student must not let himself be carried away with this pastime. Too many nods during one class creates the same effect as running up to the Professor after the hour and licking his hand. Space the nods approximately three minutes apart, and remember: narrow the eyes, nod slowly, and don’t smile. Of course, the nod will be governed to a certain extent by the behavior of the profes sor. The slow, solemn nod applies when he is lecturing in a dull, even, monotonous drone. However, if he should become acrobatic, i.e., pace the floor, tear his hair, beat his chest, etc., the nod must become energetic. Ancient and outmoded motor vehicles may be seen in the Smithsonian Institution. An other outstanding collection is maintained— and operated—by the postoffice department. Nod vigorously, then bend low and pr tend to write like mad. A distressing fact about all this is th; nodding is hereditary; and, as the trait handed down from generation to generatTo the nod becomes increasingly violent, cre^ ing classroom hazards. “ | During my junior year here I had the mi fortune to be seated directly in front of fourth-generation nodder. He often becan violent; rocking back and forth in his cba as the hour dragged on, and once or twice] was thrown from his chajr, so violent wei his nods. This woke up other students, and. general caused quite a disturbance. One jk he began early in the period with his nod and proceeded to gain momentum. He read ed the point where he was bending at% waist, his forehead almost touching the floo so emphatically did he agree with the pri fessor. Unfortunately, on the forward swoc of one gigantic nod his head struck the 15ao of my chair, laying him out cold for tfi days. - - A\ hen he next appeared in class, we wei somewhat shocked to see him wearing f steel crash helmet and a cumbersome leatlu harness, which he used to strap himself sq urely in the# chair. l'he business of striking one’s skull on "fll chair ahead may be one reason why many < the more 'prominent nodders on the campt fight to sit in the front row of their classes. But do not be discouraged by this. Lear the art. Practice it at home if necesary, wfjt the aid of mirrors and a three-minute hoi glass. . H A nv back when—we used to envy tl neighborhood big shot, who handed the b’a her a buck and said, "Keep the charigf Never thought we’d be doing it ourseUf-j