Ye shall know the truth and the truth shall make ye free.—John 8:32
Rush Week Bugaboos
One week prior to registration each fall, with tornado
like fury, “rush week" strikes the University of Oregon campus.
After witnessing the one at the beginning of this term we are
prompted to advance an observation or two.
It was apparent that few, if any, rush week participants
this year were especially keen about the system as it is pres
entlv set up. “ kushees" complained particularly about the herd
like treatment they were forced to undergo. These potential
members of campus fraternities and sororities—most receiving
their first taste of college life—were treated, it would seem,
more like cattle at a livestock show than young men and women
taking their first steps into the supposedly mature atmosphere
of the University.
From the fraternities and sororities also came similar
charges. Rushees, they claimed, were shunted from house to
house so quickly and in such large numbers that it was impossi
ble to become well acquainted with more than a small part of
those going through rushing.
Jt is not the purpose here to condemn tne wnoie rusn ween
sc'stem on the basis of these criticisms. There is a definite need
for some organized system by which fraternities and sororities
can obtain their “new blood” each year. However, we feel that
sence the dissatisfaction we point out does exist, Panhellenic
and the Interfraternity council might do the Greek organiza
tions they represent a great service by conducting this year a
thorough investigation of rush week as it is organized both on
this and other college campuses.
Perhaps, such a study would reveal the need for a new
system. More likely, a few modifications in the present one
would be sufficient to create a smoother functioning rush week
for future University generations.
A Fine Idea
Kugene shoppers no longer need litter downtown streets
with waste paper. The city recently installed shiny trash con
tainers along Willamette street and in the busiest shopping
districts.
These containers are conveniently located for the pedestri
an, and are so shiny that even the unobservant notice the prac
tical addition to Kugene. A swinging top pushes open with al
most no effort and the trash, which has long darkened the
streets, is lost to posterity.
Stray paper has been a campus problem and eye sore due
to a lack of proper disposal facilities in obvious places. Maybe
if the University possessed some of these cans, the unwanted
trash would be put: in its place. A little green and yellow paint
and the “silver" containers would be at home.—D. D.
Appreciated? You Bet
Remember last spring, when you took the shirt off your
back and sent it to France?
Well, maybe it wasn’t quite that drastic—but a lot of
students did round up spare clothing and had the French de
partment shoot them over to people who really needed ’em.
Appreciated? You bet. If you’d like proof, drop in at the
French department office and ask to see the "thank you” letters.
They tell the story at a glance.
That was one gift that proved really worthwhile.
Dick Williams, the University’s hard-working educational
activities manager, took to heart yesterday the gentle ribbing
of a friend. lie had announced to a small group the addition to
his family of an airdale dog. Jokingly, the aforementioned friend
pointed out that since his family also included besides the dog,
three young sons and a baby daughter, all Williams needed now
was a cat.
Last night s h.ugeue Register-Guard carried in its want-ad
calumu a plea for a small cal or kitten signed bv—ves, Dick
Williams.
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Stand By Standford: It's Duck Season
By LARRY LAU
Gas shortage or not, it is ex
pected that approximately 900
Webfoots are journeying south
ward to see the Oregon-Stanford
game. Oregon and California
state police, well remembering the
zooming stream of cars flying
lemon and green streamers are
again holding their heads.
Have fond memories of last
year’s trek to Palo Alto. Over 600
students deserted the campus,
out-howled 8000 listless Stanford
ites, and went on to practically
take over an amazed San Francis
co that evening.
But . . . that was last year. Am
allowed one trip per season, so as
of the middle of next week, via
the thumb, I'll be en route to Ann
Arbor to watch the vaunted Wol
verines take their first good beat
ing in nearly a decade. As per last
year, will keep the Emerald in
formed via Western Union.
One of the local BMOC’s is
sporting a broken arm. Says he
got it fighting for a woman’s hon
or. Seems she wanted to keep it.
First of the really good parties
we know are on tap for the '48-’49
season burst the seams of John
ny Kahannanui’s modest bunga
low last Saturday night. Hordes
of people were jammed in closer
than two coats of shellac, with
their hearts in their eyes, while a
grand bunch of Hawaiian students
made 19th and Ferry seem like
Waikaiki beach.
Orchid of the week goes to the
popular Dr. Dull for his priceless
remark concerning final examina
tions : “I think they test the hardy
rather than the intelligent.”
Incidentally, at this writing,
there is still reason to hope that
the Oregon-Michigan clash will
be the ABC-game-of-the-week. If
so, it would mean coas't-to-coast,
border-to-border, cove-rage with
-The Political Front
President Truman and Mr. Dewey
Are Headin' Out This Way
By VINITA HOWARD
The presidential fight began in
earnest this week with both Gov
ernor Dewey and President Tru
man hopping on special trains,
and, following the advice of Hor
ace Greeley, headin’ west. Both
plan on reaching the same destin
ation—Washington—but on dif
ferent tracks.
Most of the campaign will be
a sham battle. Such issues as
Communists or Communist sym
pathizers in government, infla
tion and the Taft-Hartley labor
law will get the full treatment
during the next few months. Nei
ther party can or would do very
much, however, to alter present
conditions.
The so-called red-herring Con
gressional investigation now
seems to be dying a natural death.
The Republicans probably will
not repeal the labor law which
they passed over democratic op
position and it is doubtful if the
Demos will be able to muster
enough members in Congress to
repeal the law. As far as, the in
flation is concerned, Dewey says
Truman set off inflation by re
leasing wartime controls in 1945
and Truman says the GOP failed
to protect the consumer.
The real political struggle this
year will be over the control of
the senate. The Republicans now
have control by a narrow majori
ty—51 to 45 and to make things
more interesting the GOP is fac
ing a real fight for senate seats in
Oklahoma, West Virginia, Ken
tucky, Wyoming, and Minnesota.
Should the Democratic nominees
win in these states and should
Dewey become the president he
would be faced with the same sit
uation as President Truman. That
is a Republican administration
and a Democratic majority in the
senate.
Off the main track and if you’re
interested in reading about poli
tics . . . Vincent Sheean has an
interesting article in the Sateve
post on why he will not vote for
Henry Wallace . . . U. S. News
and World Report also has a con
densed look at the political situa
tion.
famed sportscaster Harry Wis
mer telling the story.
Note the class of ’52: Tact is
making a blind date feel at home
when you wish to hell she were.
Have warm tip that Eugene's
dry cleaning industry is being
quietly investigated by several
UO students who are curious to
know why prices here are often
67 per cent higher than in Port
land. . . . Ditto for the landlords
and ladies who seem to think the
Econ. we get here doesn’t teach
us anything. The Office of Rent
Control is opposite the postoffice,
kids. By the way, shouldn’t the
University be interested if their
wards are being gouged ? ?
Politics are hitting the airlanes
with boring frequency of late.
Orators, platforms, promises, and
what not. Orator, that’s a person,
who misses many fine opportuni
ties for keeping quiet, and they
say a platform is like the front
end of a streetcar, not meant to
stand on, just to get in on.
Basketball at Mac court will be
less of an eyestrain this year.
Plunking out over $4000 the ath
letic department has purchased a
four-dimensional scoreboard that
will tell everything except which
members of the team are pinned.
Now we won’t have to depend on
our friends with 20-20 vision to
tell us who won.
The age of invention is not over
yet, as witness these advertise
ments. GO BY AIRPLANE! Our
airplanes are guaranteed not to
crash into mountains. They never
leave the ground. We ship ’em by
rail!” . . . “Girls! get that walk
ing-on-air feeling. You’ll feel as
if you’re floating on a cloud. Let
us show you how to inflate your
falsies with helium. Airbourne
Co., Lakehurst, N. J.” . . . “Im
press your girl with your athletic
prowess. For only $5.98 we’ll
guarantee to give you athletes
foot. Specify foot size and type of
athlete”
Heard from a usually reliable
source that at OAC all the foot
ball players are insured, BUT . . .
that OAC is also named as benefi
ciary. That’s catching ’em coming
and going!
Enough on this “bit.” Have big
coke date with a gal who was vot
ed most likely to.
The fish that escaped is the big
one.
Carnival
Johnny Learns All About Women
By BARBARA HEYWOOD
One summer day a long time
ago—it was the kind of day that
seems to hum with sunshine—
Joan and Johnny were sitting on
a tombstone in the cemetery play
ing a guessing game.
‘It’s my turn to ask a question,”
said Joan. “What are the ele
phants doing right now in Afri
ca ?”
. That halted Johnny. He wrink
led his brow, then looked exasper
ated. "How'm I supposed to know
that. You don’t know yourself.”
“I do so,” said Joan. “They’re
doing just what they always do.
They’re stomping around in the
palm trees.”
“Okeh, then, if you know so
much, just like God,” said John
ny, “what are we going to be do
ing in 1948 ?”
‘That’s real easy. We'll be going
to college, and we’ll be engaged,
and in love, too. . . .”
The fall of 1948 was just like
any other fall on the University of
Oregon campus. The locust trees
bordering Thirteenth street were
the first whose leaves turned col
or; they dropped their gold piec
es into the sunshine. But that au
tumn is worth mention, for it
was then that Joan and Johnny
entered college right according to
prediction. Also, they were en
gaged—practically, that is—and
they were in love.
They had been that way for a
long time, you could tell that.
They would spend all their free
time with each other, and neither
knew many people nor tried to
meet them. When Joan and John
ny walked down the street to
gether they didn't seem ever to be
talking. Thy just walked, kind of
like the concrete walk laid to be
hard and enduring by E. A.
Schmidt, contractor, was pink
cotton candy. When they had cof
fee together, Joan didn’t say,
“Please pass the sugar.” She just
looked at Johnny, and he passed
it.
But then came a change, a big
though slow and subtle one. Joan
was in a house, and she had to
have three activities. The house
said so. That took a certain
amount of time, and it was time
away from Johnny, for he could
n’t very well be on the girls’ rally
squad, and he wasn’t interested in
working on the Oregana. Besides,
he had no incentive to do so, for
he would never get into Kwama
no matter how hard he tried. He
began to read books at the li
brary.
Then one week about the middle
of fall term, Joan gave Johnny a
half hour lecture on the topic,
“The Most Broadening Aspect of
College Life Is the People One
Meets.’’ Johnny felt something
ominous behind this. He agreed
doubtfully and changed the sub
ject.
About a week later, Joan let
slip a remark: ‘I met the nicest
Fiji at the dessert last night.
He—” She broke off and looked
contritely at Johnny. He said,
rather sarcastically, that he was
glad for her sake.
It wasn’t long until Joan, one
night when she was parked with