Oregon daily emerald. (Eugene, Or.) 1920-2012, January 18, 1949, Page 6, Image 6

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    President Truman asked yes
terday for the right to shake up
the executive branch of govern
ment. Quickly a bipartisan move
started to let him have it, but
Senator Taft (R-Ohio) urged cau
Mr. Truman asked the lawmak
1. To restore the power to ove
haul the government that was
held by the president temporarily
under 1939 and 1945 laws. He
wants it made permanent.
2. To make no exceptions. The
previous laws barred the presi
dent from touching a number of
3. To keep the veto power in
congress. This means that Mr.
Truman would lay any reorgani
sation plan before the lawmakers.
If they didn’t approve they would
have 60 days to kill it.
Mr. Truman’s proposal followed
similar recommendations by
Chairman Herbert Hoover of the
commission on government reor
ganization. The former president
wrote congress last week that a
general reshuffling of the “most
gigantic business on earth” is
badly needed. He also said that to
get results there should be no ex
empted agencies.
Mr. Truman’s message prompt
ed immediate introduction of a
bill by Chairman McClellan (D
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The Phi Psis Move
The Phi Psis have been wooed and won.
Last spring eight Greek-letter houses, including Phi Kap
pa Psi, bolted the Greek bloc so their members would be free
to support the United Students association, a Greek-Independ
ent coalition.
Last Friday the Phi Psi chapter announced it was return
ing to the bloc. The move was made on the heels of an an
nouncement by bloc president Mo Thomas that the Greek
party was undergoing a reorganization.
What effect will the move by the Phi Psis have on the USA
and the other seven Greek houses?
When contacted by the Emerald yesterday representatives
of the seven houses all announced that their houses would re
main loyal to the USA.
Theoretically the Phi Psi’s return to the fold should not
hurt the USA. In their statements last spring, the USA said
they wanted indiviudals in their party, not groups. But if such
individuals desire to participate in the USA, is the Greek bloc
powerful enough to prevent its sons and daughters from par
ticipation in non-bloc politics?
The USA is dependent upon individual support for its ex
istence. Now the question arises, how sincere were the mem
bers of the eight rebelling Greek houses and the Independent
students who formed the coalition party/ Were they honestly
attempting to clean up campus politics, or were they simply
politicians frustrated in their quest for campus power? It isn’t
all black and and white. There were those members of the reb
els who were undoubtedly sincere. Will they be able to carry
on the crusade?
The Greeks observed the popular appeal of a reform move
ment last spring, and evidently decided that it would benefit
them to some reforms of their own. It’s unfortunate but true
in almost all politics that reform comes to the fore only in time
of crisis.
Evidently, two reforms groups now face each other across
the no-man’s land of campus politics. The frosh elections will
be the testing ground. The professed appeal of both parties is
to the intelligent, thinking voter. That voter has his choice.
From Our Mailbag
Letters to the Editor
To the Editor:
Nothing- is quite so disturbing
as to pick up the morning- news
paper and read a column or two
of sincere, but inaccurate ravings
of a feature writer. As, for in
stance, the recent commentary on
“Why Do Girls Come to Oregon?''
in the Emerald.
According to the writer, it is
merely a desire on their parts to
throw stardust into the eyes of
:»n “nsuspecting" male, and
while he is helpless, drag him off
kicking and screaming to the al
tar. This is pure, unadulterated
Let us approach the whole prob
lem methodically. First, when
have there been most campus
marriages? The answer is ob
vious—since the war.
Then what change has there
been in the composition of the
campus population which might
explain this" The women? Hard
ly: they have remained a constant
factor through the years: coming
but of high school and going into
college without interruption (even
through the years when the cam
pus was so devoid of men that
girls had to paint the "O," may it
bo remembered i.
The men? Ahhh, there is the
changeable factor! When these
remarkable creatures began to
filter buck lo tin* scene in the
fall of 1945, they were two to ten
years older than the downy
cheeked youths who once were
typical Joe Colleges hereabouts.
They were somewhat more ma
ture and ready, as the saying
goes, to “settle down."
So, for the past three years, a
girl hasn't been able to date a guy
more than three times in a row,
but what he gets that “home and
ylng ahd everything" gleam in his
eye. "Home" being either a trail
er and a hundred feet boardwalk,
or three rooms and a rowboat in
Amazon flats. For this a girl
wants to give up a room in a
house with hot and cold running
water, and meals served without
personal hand-to-hand combat
with a coal stove ? Some evident
ly do, but this falls into the classi
fication of unsolvable mysteries
along with why girls get better
grades than boys.
But to get back to the girl who
is not looking for a man, some
man, any man. Consider the date
problem she faces. She likes to go
out dancing and such, but she
can’t quite see this old stuff about
wedded bliss for several years to
So what happens? Beautiful
friendships explode all over the
place as Joe takes her hand in his,
were as woefully misguiding. As
an example, remember this state
ment? “.. . they (coeds) complain
that when men don't go out Sat
urday night it is because they
want to study. If girls don’t go
out Saturday night it is not be
cause they want to study but be
cause they can't get a date.” Very
glib . . . and utterly misleading.
A girl is not often permitted to
thinks what filing a joint return
would do to his income tax, and
says will you be mine, huh?
Betty who up to now has been
somewhat attracted to the dear
boy, immediately begins to cast
about for a kindly way to brush
him off. So at this point comes
the old business of you are one of
the swellest boys I’ve ever known,
and I’ll always want to be friends,
but—etc., etc.
Lesser points In the column
forget that this is a man’s world
(except May, which has Mortar
Board), in which it is customary
that he ask she for any and all
appointments to be made. If ■ a
man wishes to go out, he goes,
if a coed wishes to go out, she
waits, and, and waits, sometimes,
which can result in a weekend of
gnashing of teeth and reading
good books.
As for discussing last night’s
wrestling match with the girls,
the writer practically admits that
due to the notorious duplicity of
males, a girl has to circulate
around and get the low-down
from the others, in order to pro*
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Bob Reed, Managing Editor
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Tom McLaughlin, Ass't. Bus. Mgr.
Associate Editors: June Goetze. Boblee Brophy. Diana Dye, Barbara IleywooJ
Advertising Manager: Joan Minnaugh
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Tom Kinvi. Sports Editor
Dick I'umer, Sports Editor
Pom Marquis, Radio Editor
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Hill l.emom. Sales Manager
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Cork Moblc>. Assistant Adv. Mgr.
Donna Brennan, Asst. Adv. Mgr.
Jack Sehnaidt, Asst. Adv. Mgr.
By Tom Marquis
At the request of countless
numbers of American Airlanes
readers I have consented to pre
sent a brief history of the birth
of radio in order that listeners
may have a better understanding
of the most powerful medium of
communication since the Pony
It seems that some years ago
there was an Italian by the name
of Macoroni who worked in a
wire factory in the little Villa del
Turin Bay, a seacoast town just
south of Fozzia.
Macoronia was a simple peace
loving man most of the time. But
once in a while when things at
the shop or around the house
didn’t go quite right his fierce
temper would exhibit itself. As
an aftermath of such displays,
Macoroni would consume great
quantities of win in effort to cool
his ungovernable temper.
One morning at the breakfast
table his wife said to him, “Elbo,”
for that was his first name
“we’ve got to have more money.
The bambinos aren’t getting
enough vino to make them grow
up big and strong. Why don’t you
ask the boss for a raise.”
Macoroni, still in the throes of
early morning awakening, did not
take kindly to this sort of talk.
He left the house in a tiff, and in
stead of going straight to work
he stopped off at the local piazza
to tip a few.
Feeling no pain by the time he
arrived for work late in the af
ternoon, Macoroni decided to take
his wife’s advice and see the boss.
Such a meetting had already
been arranged for him.
It seems that the head man was
displeased at Macoroni’s late ar
rival, the more so that Macoroni
held the important job of wire
winder. In his absence the wire
had become entangled in practi
cally every machine and worker
in the establishment.
The impassioned plant mana
ger, a chap named Benito Vitorio,
cast several asunders on Macco
roni’s lineage before dismissing
him summarily.
Macorroni disappeared into the
catacombs to broow on the
strange quirks of human nature.
The scars on his sensitive soul
caused by, first his wife’s nag
ging, and then the outburst by
his boss, mushroomed like toad
stools in the cool depths of the
caverns. His now twisted mind
knew only one goal—REVENGE.
He must think of some way to
put the wire company out of busi
ness. The idea of an entire world
that did not use wire seemed to
be the best solution. Elbo set
about to invent substitutes for
every item in society that used
wide in its production.
At first things went rather
slowly. And then i't came—the
first seering burst of inspiration
—he would invent the wireless
telegraph, fore-runner of radio.
Backed by the vast financial re
serves of the American soap in
dustry work proceeded swiftly.
At the first broadcast of a soap
opera Macoroni was hailed as a
genius. For a time all went well
for him. The little factory at Tu
rin Bay was forced to halt pro
duction. Macoroni’s revenge to
ward his wife was complete when
he ran off with an aria singer
named Vesuvius Pompei.
Elbo lived happily for a time;
but he was living in a fool’s para
dise. His eventual fall was not far
in the offing.
The increased neeed for wire in
certain articles of women’s ap
parel brought about the reopening
of the wire plant. Vesuvius soon
tired of Elbo and deserted him
for an aggressive traveling spa
ghetti salesman from Milan. The
constant broadcasting of soap op
eras soon broke Elbo’s spirit and
he died a broken and forgotten
But not before he had given his
contribution to a fickle public.
From such humble beginnings
have come some of the world’s
great advances. We humbly sa
lute Elbo Macoroni—the father of'
--The Lowdown
Some Notes on the Progress
Of Speech in the United States
By Bud Hurst
Once upon a time men were re
fined and gentle of thought. They
expressed themselves in words
and on paper in a way that was
often delightful to listen to and
behold. But what of today? How
does our old friend Joe College
say the same things? Let's see.
❖ * *
MILTON—“Beauty stands in
the admiration only of weak
minds led captive.”
JOE—“I don’t see what’nell he
sees in her anyway.”
laugh, in bed we cry, and born in
bed, in bed we die.”
JOE—“Geez, what a sack artist
he is.”
GOETHE—“Blood is a juice of
a very spe cial kind.”
JOE—“Twenty bucks a pint
they give ya and it don’t hurt at
HERBERT—“In conversation
boldness now bears away, but
know, that nothing can so foolish
be as empty boldness.”
BETTY COED — “Don’t get
fresh, big boy, or I leave right
this instant. See!!”
discover’d country from whose
bourn no traveller returns.”
JOE—“And then they went to
the dance at Fern Ridge park
and damn near didn’t get back.”
JEFFERYS—“The bud is on
the bough again, the leaf is on
the tree.”
JOE—“Who’s fer goin’ on a
* * *
village cock hath twice done salu
tation to the morn.”
JOE- -“Awright you, this is the
last time I’m callin' you. Do you
wanta make that eight o’clock or
dontcha ?”
f; * »
CAMPBELL — “The combat
deepens. On, ye brave, who rush
to glory or to the grave.”
JOE- -“Okay. It's past seven,
let's hit the books.”
HILTON—“Such sweet com
passion doth in music lie.”
JOE—’’Wanta dance, honey?”
man wretch, unacapable of pity,
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