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About Oregon daily emerald. (Eugene, Or.) 1920-2012 | View Entire Issue (May 28, 1948)
The Oregon Daily Emerald, official publication of the University of Or.e«0U, pablished daily during the college year except Sundays, Mondays, and final examination periods. Entered as second-class matter at the nostnffice^Eueene, Ure. Member of the Associated Collegiate Press __ BOB FRAZIER, Editor BOB CHAPMAN, Business Manager JEANNE SIMMONDS, MARYANN THIELEN, BARBARA HEYWOOD Associates to Editor _ BILL YATES Managing Editor JUNE GOETZE, BOBOLEE BROPHY Co-News Editors DON FAIR Co-Sports Editor FRED TAYLOR An Open Letter to Bill Yates Dear Bill: From here on the Emerald is yours. You are now privileged to worry about the next 145 issues of the Oregon Daily. Prob ably you will get a lot of good laughs out of your new job. Certainly it will give you a lot of headaches, and unless you are without a soul it will give you some real thrills. By this time next year you will know the campus, and most of the people on it. Lots of people will know you, too, and most of them will stop you sometime during the year—on 13th street, in the co-op, or in the libe—and ask you why the big intramural game wasn't in the Emerald, or what happened to the campus calendar notice about the Whist club. You will be polite, of course, and promise to attend to it. You will prob ably forget all about it in an hour, then, and will go through the year trying to avoid the person who stopped you in the first place. Sometimes you will wonder why people don t understand that you are editor of the Emerald, not dean of men or dean of women. Townspeople will write to you, or telephone you, about what students have done—or what they are rumored to have done—and they will expect you to do something. \ou try to be polite. Before too long you will sit down at your typewriter and beat out an editorial that you think is good. Maybe its subtle, clever, a little funny. You think its great. The next day on the campus your friends will shout across the street: “Good edit this morning.” You will glow with pride and smile a little to yourself, and forget all the headaches you have. Then some body will stop you and ask you “What was the idea of writing that stupid drivel in the paper this morning. You will begin to wonder. You'll get mail. Very little of it will be the kind you like to read. Much of it will be critical, and some of it will be down right nasty. “What kind of illiterate hair-brains do they let run this campus newspaper? If the Emerald is the voice of the students, then why don't it reflect student opinion?” Such things are usually unsigned, or are courageously signed “In terested student.” rrotessors in some oi your classes win iuuk cu yuu siyiy aim make “funnv” little jibes about the Emerald. I he class will laugh. But you won’t laugh because you will have heard the same jibe in half your other classes, too. It won t make you feel any better about staying up all night on Emerald business, either. You will be the head of a staff of alert and eager Emerald workers. Some of them will be good. Some of them are just activity kids tryng to get into Kwama. You’ll know which is which by the end of the year, but it will fool you for a while. You’ll know for sure when there is a big dance or game some Friday night. The activity kids just won t be around that night. Then you’ll hate yourself when you recommend them for Kwama. You’ll learn a lot of dirt about intrigue and back-biting in high places. You won’t print all you know, because you can't prove much of it, and because you have that old rule about ‘welfare of the University” before your eyes. You’ll get tired—terribly tired. You'll want to go off to the beach where there are no telephones and no people who want favors. You’ll wish you had time to go to school like the other kids. You’ll go to the library once a month to take out an armful of books, and you’ll find yourself wondering why all the drones in the study rooms don't make 4-points. They have so much free time. Sometimes you'll find that you have real power. Sometimes vou'11 use it for a cause that you think is right, and the stu dents will come through and support you. Then you feel good, and feel that maybe the job was worth-while after all. As the end of the term rushes toward you you’ll be a little mellow, if a little slap-happy, and you will find yourself—against your better judgment—wishing you could be around next year to finish all the jobs you didn’t get around to this year. And Bill, you better get the caster fixed on your swivel chair. And if you get around to it, get a bottom drawer for the file cabinet. And if you see the janitor around somewhere, ask him about leaving the heat on late at night. You’ll need it. Regards, ■frazicr Lest Cry in the Beer When the final period is applied to any production, be it a movie, a building or a newspaper, it's authors usually pause for a moment to regret that certain things weren t included, excluded, revised or improved, during the actual construction. And so it is today with the last issue of the Emerald for the year that we shed a tear or two that we weren’t able to write many of the fine standard spring term edits—mainly because spring was a little late this year. One of the first of these omissions to come to mind is the sprinkler edit. Usually every spring as the grass and the students begin to turn brown under the burning rays of the sun, campus gardeners gleefully break out the sprinkler sys tem to water down campus paths and their travelers. And every spring term the Emerald has made light note of the situation with each succeeding writer trying to find a new angle and outdo his predecessor. This year we had one—but we never got to use it so we'll tell it now. During the year wre discovered a physical plant secret as potent as the atom bomb. It seems campus gardeners were no longer getting a thrill out of watching students get drench ed with the standard type sprinkler so a new much more dia bolical system was worked out. The physical plant wrns going to install creeping sprinklers! This instrument of torture was a long hole-filled pipe extending the width of the old campus, for instance, set on a rollar arrangement. The fiendish device would be automatically set each night at one end of the cam pus and would then creep stealthily and drenchingly across the lawn until it reached the far end. Surely a device of the devil’s own hand! Fortunately Nature’s generous planning of campus trees prevented this idea going beyond the draw ing-board stage. The Emerald hastens to warn students to be wary of any movement to cut down the old fir trees for the next step is obvious. Another highlight of spring term was the fertilizer edit. All through the year physical plant men sneak around collecting decayed garbage, smelly fish heads and the like just so they can spread them on the lawns when the sun’s rays are most intense. The combination of sun and fertilizer results in a del icate aroma that is a far cry from Chanel No. 5—and the Em erald, holding its nose, always makes comments. But. maybe fortunately, spring was a little late this year. We don't usually spend all our time spring term picking on the physical plant and its work. Other fine edits that had to be left out this term were the picnic edit, the class-cutting edit, and the sun-bathing edit to mention a few, but it’s all over now. And so, sniffing away the tears, we cover our typewriter for the year with the sinking certainty that next week all these things will happen and we won’t be here to write about them. —M.E.T. Some Tassel Truths The audience is tense, the seniors nervous. The orchestra is worn out from seven choruses of Pomp and Circumstance, and the parents are fidgety from McArthur court’s hard bleachers. We have projected ourselves ahead to June 13, and graduation night is here. Filing up on the stage carefully, self-consciously, the sen iors clutch the diploma proffered them, then frantically fumble with the tassels on their mortar boards, each graduate trying to move the unseen tassel from the left forward square to the right forward square before he leaves the platform. 1 hs tassel flipped, he moves off stage, into the obscurity of post graduate days. But let us not forget the tassel—the all-important tassel. In it is embodied the significance of graduation. The lowly tassel, serving each year as the essence of graduation, is the keynote of the ceremony. Simple investigation at the University Co-op revealed tassel truths long obscured by bigger graduation ostentations. The tassel, without which graduation ceremonies would be futile and four years of college ill-used, is a simple black thiead affair, unless of course the degree received is a Doctorate, in which case the tassel is pure gold metal made in France, or unless the graduate is a member of Mortar Board, n which case the tassel is gold thread. Or, of course, if the student is graduating from a university where different colors signify different majors, as white for art. green for medicine, orange for science, pink for music, etc. However, without too much fear of being misinterpreted, we feel we may say that the tassel is a simple black thread affair. It is made on an ingenious pattern, a work of skill and in efficiency. Approximately 150 strands of a mercerized thread about 15 inches in length are placed over a small round wooden ball with a hole through the center. The threads over . the wooden ball are pulled through the hole and knotted on the under side, thus holding the threads in place. Then the threads, now numbering 300 because they have been doubled over, spread over the sides of the ball, extending to an approximate length all around of seven inches. Over the little wooden ball the strands are drawn tightly, and wrapped with more black thread to hold them secure. The tassel is finished. The tassel is secured to the mortar board, that flat unbe- j (Continued from page three) J Flight Training - Positions Open College students who qualify for U. S. Air Force aviation cadet pilot training still may qualify for the class which begins flight train ing on July 1 if applications are made promptly, it was announced yesterday by Lieut. Col. John W. Watt, Jr. Seniors to Get Tickets June 1 Seniors are requested to pick up graduation information on or af ter June 1, according to Les An derson, alumni director. 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