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About Oregon daily emerald. (Eugene, Or.) 1920-2012 | View Entire Issue (Oct. 19, 1948)
Vaudeville Heads I ‘ Name Show Cast Entertainers for the old fashion ed Vaudeville show, to be presented . in the street in front of the Side ] at 4 next Thursday were announc ed last night by Kloh Ann Mayer ‘ , and Bob Chambers, co-chairmen. 1 Gay Baldwin will be master of ‘ ceremonies and the cast will in- * elude Jackie Wren, Bob Corrigon, 1 Phil Thorne, Carol Johnson, Ron Stevens, Bob Weber, Russ Haehl, < Barbara Corn, Phil Green, Janet 1 Standring, and Bob Chambers. 1 Dr. Elston Schedules rolk on Folk Music “The Relation of Folk Music to Vrt Music” is the topic Dr. Arnold Clston, professor of music, has hosen for the third in a series of ectures sponsored by the House .librarians, to be held Wednesday it 4 in the browsing room of the ibrary. Dr. Elston’s program will in clude recordings of folk music rom several different countries. Everyone is invited. The Music Professor (Continued from page six) glow there, but the corners of the room seemed darker. I still knelt in tne shadow of by the window. He walked over to me, then, absently singing un der his breath, . . and put a knife into her heart.” He put his hands lightly on my shoulders and stared into the rain.” I suddenly became very uneasy, but I didn’t move. “It's really quite a feeling, Bar bara,” he said in a new, light voice. When he took his hands away I could feel ten small cir cles burning on my shoulders. Although I didn't know what feeling he referred to in his last remark, I didn't ask. I got up and went to the music stand. Then he said, matter of factly, “Barbara, there’s something I have to do in this hour. I'm sorry, but I think I’ll have to ask my favorite pupil to come back Thurs day at four. Would that be too inconvenient ?” I came back Thusday at four, but he wasn't there. He was never there again. He had left Portland, I suppose, for he vacateed his apartment in the northwest dis trict near Henry Thiele's restau rant, and no one ever say hina again. There is a very faint possibility that he might see this story, but. I don’t care, because I don’t think. I have said anything bad about, him. And subconsciously, every time a symphony plays the work of a new composer over the ra dio, I expect the cellos to sing out with the ballad of the golden rose. But they never have. To win a. reputation as a prophet one has only to predict trouble. BUT / WAS RIGHT “I was going'into that intersection first.*! had the right of way^ that truck driver, should have stopped when he saw me—I was rights dead right!** ■ _ j “Yes dear — you always were right— the other fellow always) wrong.iThat’s why we’re here? „. you knowithe kind, you’ve'met hinronUhe"road—and ducked* He^al ways, barges through traffic ,kwhen itJs a questionlof,split-sec ond judgment. Never anticipates other drivers’ actions — just as-< sumesihatjraffic will giveaway.’Owns the road. Drives with his horn. J'm'' ne may gee away\wiin*ic ior*a ume, pius a ieWjUCKeis, Because f other drivers are more careful, more conscientious. ,But his kind eventually steps on the gas Lonceitoo often—andiforithejastitime hejs“right—dead right!” ; p 4,000 people died last year'because “know-it-all* drivers’Jvio s Tated rules ^of the road and the courtesies of driving/ Good drivers never, need^to hold cemetery, post-mortems. Theydrive carefully and live, longer: