Porchlight
Parade
By Ed Cauduro
No trite salutary phrases and
no bromides . . . just welcome
back to the old grind, Ducks . . .
and a rousing congrats to Jim
Aiken and his boys for copping
the Cotton Bowl prize . . . New
Years day will find us “deep in
the heart of Texas” territory . . .
Suggest that in honor of this
great event all coeds wear cotton
frocks and a day be set aside by
the “Powers” for an appropriate
celebration. , . .
It was party time over the holi
day . . . with top honors going to
Phi Psi Frank Brown, who acted
as host at a shindig at his home
in Salem with Chi O Ruthie Mil
lard as hostess . . . Many famil
iar combos were crowding the
rooms; Phil YVhelling and Bar
bara McClintock and Beta Glenn
Holden with the other half of the
McClintock Kappa Klan, Gloria
... so many people. . . .
Bob SUopil stagged it acting as
dishwasher and general handy
man since Gamma Phi Janet
Paulson was feasting with • the
folks in Seattle . . . also stagging,
Hon Uenvvick took care of the es
sentials while his lass Ann Fen
wick bridcs-maided for lier;bro
ther in. San Francisco. ...
Timberline was a popular meet
ing place for many of the ski set
... Pi Phis Joan Carr and Lary
lin Tompson rolled around in the
snow sopping up that out-door
girl look . . . Chi O Phyllis Chelf
and Carol Hines spent their time
■ ogling movie actor Ray MiHanil
who was vacationing at Hood. . .
Many guys and gals who prefer
their winter sports canned took
in the lavisli display “lee Cycles”
at the arena . . . The Blue Heav
en claimed many a Webfoot Sat
urday night . . . The Sig Chis
were especially in rare form . . .
Theta Patty Beaton and her es
cort Sig Nu Roger Diek back
tracked to their childhood days
and took in the “Tisk” dance.
. . . their hearts were young and
gay. . . .
Was it an overwhelming desire
for culture or the fact that the
Art school profs were there that
caused many of the future Picas
sos and Grandma Moses’ to thick
en tlie crowds at the art museum?
. . . the end of the term is near
ing isn’t it Larue. . . .
Another party in the Salem
territory saw SAE Herb Ray and
Chi O Glenmi Hurst at the home
of Phi Delt Daniel Joshua Fry 111
. . . understand Theta Chi Dick
Bennett traveled six hundred
miles to get stabbed . . . others
feel the prick of the sword right
lic-re at the good old U . . . .
A few pins found owners these
past few days . . . Fiji's jolly boy
Robin Arkley hung his brass on
Kappa Buz Kngwall . . . The ATOs
and Thetas had a double merger
with Johnny McKay pinned to
Corky Hunter and Dun South to
Ruth “Easy” Eailes . . . Phi Psi
Rich Ward made everyone happy
when lie tacked his sweetheart
pin on DG Hurt Dalquist’s cash
mere. . . .
The Sigma Kappas were at the
cookie jar again when Joan Wug
■enblast flashed n chunk of that
compressed carbon courtesy of
Vcrn Kisberg.
Gals, do you have troubles? . ..
They couldn't be anything com
pared to those of DG Jackie
Chalmers . . . Seems Jackie lias
two men on her line each think
ing he is her one and only . . .
jueod we say more. . . .
Wake up. Oregon!! let's cele
brate . . . WE’RE GOING TO
•the cotton bowl.
Book Snatching
Far be it from us to condemn an honest seeker after know
ledge—but the seekers af/er knowledge are waxing dishonest.
The Co-op book department reports that for the last six
weeks books steadily have been disappearing from the shelves.
This is an unusual situation at the Co-op, the manager says,
and he is meditating dire methods of bringing the thievery to
a halt.
Oddly enough the missing books are not of the sort you’d
give Aunt Mattie for Christmas, or that you’d snatch to while
away a lonely hour. Rather, they are books on philosophy,
anthropology and psychology, which proves that godliness
and learning are not necessarily correlated.
There’s nothing much the Emerald can say about such up
the-sleeve practices except “shame on you, whoever you are,”
but perhaps one of the missing psychology books will have a
well-aimed lecture on kleptomania, or one of the philosophy
tomes will treat the dishonest man’s place in society.
That might bring the thief around — unless the Co-op
catches up with him first.—B. H.
, How Ironic
Isn’t it the irony of fate? Last Monday the campus was
poised for riotous celebration and students had their booths all
staked out in Taylor’s Side.
But when the Rose Bowl news came through there was
no cause for celebration. True, students were occupying
those booths but “there was no joy.” Classes were dismissed,
but that was hardly adequa/e compensation.
Comes vacation and a deserted campus and the news
breaks that Oregon’s Webfoots will meet SMU in the Cot
ton Bowl. By the time students returned to the campus Sun
day night, it was too late for dancing in the streets.
Although the students missed a chance for a mass dem
onstration, it doesn’t mean they aren’t happy. Which way
to Dallas? B. B.
" In MY Opinion
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WANTS BONES RATTLED
To the Editor:
“Are you putting it in, or are
you taking it out?" I queried.
...."We’re putting it in,” the man
with the shovel said, indicating
the white coffin.
“But why do they continue to
bury people here, when progress
tells us it will only me a matter
of time before all the graves must
be transferred to make room for
the University’s expansion? I
asked.
“Dunno," said the man leaning
on the white truck. “Seems sorta
silly to me to keep puttin’ ’em
to rest in here, with the school
building up on all four sides of
the cemetery. I don’t see why the
city doesn’t do something about
it.”
rt hurts my civic-conscious
mind to realize there are still of
ficials who disbelieve completely
in future planning and who are
so near-sighted that they are stu
pidly allowing a cemetery to
flourish in the center of the cam
pus. It is harmful to campus
beauty, retarding to the Univer
sity’s building program, and com
pletely silly in the minds of the
thousands of students who must
walk from class to class past
tombstones and cement markers.
Being a transfer student, new
here this fall, I was surprised to
find the graveyard in the center
of the campus. My shock on see
ing the burial crew at work in the
graveyard was indescribable.
Some day, perhaps one year or
perhaps ten years, the graveyard
will be transferred. This trans
fer will cost thousands' of dollars,
but the cost is being ever in
creased and the time of transfer
is being put off further by the
continuance of burial practice.
Certainly other sites for a cem
etery other than the future Uni
versity of Oregon campus can be
found. This reduces the fault to
either, or both, of two possibili
ties: 1) the money needed for
transfer of the graveyard has
never been appropriated; cer
tainly it could not fail to lack
public support. 2) Some or a few
concerned officials are politically
influenced with their responsibil
ities only; on the administrative
side they are immovable, com
placent, and very likely wholly
unqualified for the positions they
hold.
What say we start rattling
some bones ?
I. R. K.
CALIFORNIA SUPERIOR?
To the Editor:
Can you read ? Do you read ?
Or do you “liberals,” also believe
that the second best team should
be considered in the same breath
with the tops.
There are “also-rans” all over
the country, but they have the
good grace to be seen and not
heard in the presence of their su
periors.
Wm. Browning
Ex-Calif. ’24
To the Editor:
Although California's football
team has been voted the best on
the coast, I am certain that a
number of Oregon students could
bo unanimously voted a medal
for unsportsmanlike conduct.
Most Irately,
Alice Hein
Oregon If Emerald
The Orki'on Diit.v E«»»u,, PuUi.heU^i
it the nostoffice. Eugene. Oregon. ____
BILL. YATES. Editor
Bjj RccJ, Managing F.Jitor
VIRGIL TUCKER. Business Manager
Tom McLaughlin, Adv. Manager
American
AIRLANES
By TOM MARQUIS
One of the best new shows to
be aired lately is “This Is Your
Life,” emceed by its originator,
Ralph Edwards. The program
format is a new and untried one.
Each week the life of some aver
age American is reviewed, with
that person the witness of the
important events of his own past.
The candidate, who never knows
of his selection until he is brought
to the mike, meets face to face
or by remote pick-up many of
the people he or she knew in the
past. The thread of the candi
date’s life is woven through his
meetings with these principals in
his past.
Such a program necessitates
a terrific amount of research.
Ralph Edwards and his staff
cover the country in their search
for people whose life stories “of
fer the best human interest ma
terial for the programs.” When
a likely subject is found Edward’s
staff goes to work roundinng up
important people in the subject’s
life. If these people cannot ap
pear on the broadcast in person
arrangements are made for their
appearance via remote pick-up.
The program is a very interest
ing one to listen to. It is amazing
what interesting lives people
have. On the initial broadcast
Edwrads conducted a pioneer set
tler of the Cherokee Strip on a
tour back through the highlights
of his past. During the show the
candidate was re-united with his
five children and his six brothers
and sisters, all of whom were
flown to Hollywood for the oc
casion.
On the second airing the princi
pal was a wardrobe mistress, who
had come in contact with many
famous people during her event
ful life. Many of these people she
had known “way back when.”
Maurice Evans, renowned Shakes
pearean actor was heard by re
mote pick-up. Person appearances
were made by Don Defore, John
Lund, Barbara Stanwyck, and
Joan Crawford. The candidate
seemed to grow more and more
surprised as each new person ar
rived and helped her to relive her
past. Several times the past
caught up with her and she was
often near tears as the program -
reviewed her life.
Part of the program policy is .
to help the candidates to have a
pleasant future. The Cherokee
settler was given, among other
things, a 1949 automobile and the
wardrobe mistress received $1000 ,
with which to pay the mortgage
on her home. As yet the program
is unsponsored, but with the tre- -
mendous amount of human inter
est appeal generated by such a
grogram some sponsor is sure to
pick it up before long. Air time:
Tuesday at 8:30 p.m. (PST) over -
NBC.
Eddie Cantor, one of radio’s. “
REAL old timers, announced re
cently the “greatest give-away .
contest in the history of radio.”
This is one give-away show that
should have the endorsement of -
every man, woman, and child in
the entire country. As Eddie ex
plained it: “Here’s how it works:
You, the listener, give away a gift
to a wounded Yank in the hospi- ,
tal, who gave away his health for
your freedom. And the prize you
win (far greater than anything *
money can buy) is the priceless
gratitude of those wounded
heroes whose Christmas you will
have made brighter.”
With those words Eddie ,
launched his fifth annual “Give
a Gift to a Yank Who Gave”
campaign. This campaign, started '
in 1944, has so far accounted for
over 6,000,000 gifts with an es
timated value of more than $20,
000,000. To be a contestant in this
program all you have to do is buy
an extra gift when you are doing
your Christmas shopping and
leave it at the store. The Amer
ican Legion, VFW, DAV,
AMVETS, and the National Re
tail Dry Goods association will
see that it reaches the veterans
hospital IN YOUR COMMUN
ITY.
Lots of hospitalized veterans
will have a happier Christmas be
cause you joined forces with Ed
die Cantor, whose heart is even
bigger than his eyes.
Letter From Paris
By Elizabeth Kratt
Paris has been the scene of two
big celebrations recently. Despite
a very persistent light mist,
crowds lined the rue Sufflot Wed
nesday morning to pay tribute to
Paul Langevin and Jean Perrin,
two well-known French physic
ists, whose remains were placed
.in the Pantheon during the last
of a series of ceremonies held in
their honor.
Gardes Republicaines were sta
tioned on the steps of the Pan
theon when I went by on my way
to a class at the Louvre, and were
very colorful indeed in red, white
and blue dress uniform with high
black boots, swords, and red
plumed helmets.
Buses weren’t running on the
Boulevard Saint Michel so I
walked, and crossing the Boule
vard Saint Germain I met part of
the long parade of student groups
on their way to the Pantheon to
join in the ceremony . . . group
after group as far as I could see.
That night the facade of the Pan
theon was flooded with light,
white in the darkness of the
square, as a final gesture of na
tional recognition.
Armistice Day ceremonies were
equally impressive at the Arc de
Triomphe. I arrived too late to
find a really good place, but from
a distance could see the Presi
dent, M. Auriol, head and shoul
ders above the crowd, as he rode
in an open car to review the
troups lined in front of the Arc.
It was a real fall day, cold and
with a light mist that didn’t lift *•
until noon.
The soldiers stationed along the
Champs-Elysees to keep the
crowds back stamped up and
down to keep warm, and the ven
dors of roasted chestnuts had
their large boated containers
parked along the walks. Every
where people were selling red,
white and blue balloons and but
ton-hole decorations.
Many of the buildings along
the Champs-Elysees had French,
American and British flags hang
ing from their balconies, and un
der the Arc de Triomphe over the
flower-covered grave of the Un
known Soldier hung a huge ,
French flag.
Already Christmas cards are
being displayed in the windows.
Most of the flower beds in the
Luxembourg Gardens have be
come large round ciricles of
brown dirt, and the boxed trees
have been taken in for the win
ter. It’s time to really dig in since
courses are well under way and
there is lots to be done.