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From Kathy's Pathetic^Death - # A Lesson IriiHuman Cooperation By Bud Hurst WHEN LITTLE Kathy fell down that pipe last Friday after noon the people of San Marino, California started rescue opera tions with a unity of purpose which gained for them the ad miration of the whole world. The well-drillers did not ask who they should send their bill to; the sandhogs did not inquire after Kathy's religious beliefs be fore they went down to try and save her life; the people who brought food for the workers did not even ask their party affilia tions. They all knew that a little three and one-half year old girl was in serious trouble and they had to get her out. Without any words, haggling, bargaining or speeeh making, they set about it. LITTLE KATHY was just one human being among billions. Her troubles are over, death has put an end to them. The other people in the world still have plenty of trouble. They are on the brink of a war that will spare but few of them. Many men and women are working hard trying to prevent that war but never, never once, have they displayed anything ap proaching the speed, fervor or sense of urgency in their negotia tions that were so in evidence this past weekend in a Pasadena sub urb. The plight of one little girl raptured the sympathies of the entire world, yet that world re mains apathetic about its chanc es for a lasting peace. THE PLIGHT of one little girl created in a large group of men a desire to come to her aid even when they knew their own lives would be in great danger, yet the plight of the world in general has failed so far to bring forth one single act of self-sacrifice on the part of any nation. The plight of one little girl has therefore proved a lesson worth learning to the rest of the world. How well we have learned our les son will be shown in whether on not we are able to set aside self righteousness, greed, avarice and all the prejudices of many years and start to work making a last ting peace as fast and as ardent ly as those people in San Ma rino started their job. THE DEATH of one little girl has brought sorrow to the hearts of millions—the death of the world may also bring sorrow to someone. That depends on how many are left to cry. • • • Shake Well Before Frankly, we’re confused—and expect to be more confused next year. It’s that new academic calendar that’s causing the brow furrows and migraines. As we see it, the calendar lists these changes: 1) The 1950 commencement is set eight days earlier than this year's graduation. 2) The week vacation between winter and spring terms will be eliminated. 3) Winter term, a short quarter, will be made longer “in an effort to equalize the terms.” 4) Finals will begin on peculiar days such as Thursday and Friday. 5) Winter and spring terms, registration and the first day of classes will be on the same day. From what we could gather, the spring vacation was elimi nated mainly to provide a longer vacation for faculty members between commencement and the beginning of summer session. The faculty is deserving of a vacation before greeting am bitious summer school students; the students are deserving of a holiday before picking up the books springs term. It's more or less a toss-up as to who should be happy. Oregon State com i prised and shortened their school year by a week, keeping the spring vacation. The early dismissal may bring advantages to a number of students, however. Undergraduates should find it easier to pick up odd jobs when they are not out a week later than other colleges. For graduates, it won’t make much differences. Their con tacts are made long in advance of commencement. The confusion comes in the equalizing of terms. Winter term is shorter than the other terms, under the ex isting calendar. With the new plan, winter term is lengthened about a week to almost equal the number of days in the present spring term. But—next year’s spring term is shortened to equal the much complained about winter term of former years. And to accomplish this astounding equalization, first day of classes and registration day will coincide, and, as we said before, finals will begin in the middle of the week. It almost would be simpler to go by the moon.—B.H. Same Old Stand By Toni Marquis I am unhappy, disgruntled, and in general perturbed. 1 have been reading A1 Laney’s PARIS HER ALD and the tilings 1 learned about .pleasant, carefree news papering' have got me pretty upset. Reporters on t h e Emerald who think they have good beats should read the fabulous Spar whose boat included every hot spot in Paris. The Sparrow it ap pears was not averse to taking a nip or two on occasion nor it seems was any other Herald man. Maybe this is what gave the pa per the flavor of carefree aban don that made it world famous. In any event the entire routine was quite different from that re quired to assemble the HAL LOWED pages of the Emerald. I might try to do something about it, but I have to go to work every few hours and the housemother is rather narrow-minded on the sub ject of inebriated houseboys. Also my mother reads this stuff. Enough said. S: S * * It is getting- so a guy can‘t go through the cemetery any more between the hours of 10 p.m. and 1 p.m. without getting involved in a traffic jam. More people are spending time there of late than they are in Taylor’s dr The Side. Somebody ought to wise up and start charging toll. If this weath er holds there'd be a fortune in it. * * * Spring is the time for house cleaning and maybe a good time for a project or two. One that seems especially interesting is the battle of the sexes. If any of your guys have pot peeves about certain activities of the little woman—or women— (Please turn to page seven) It's Spring In New York, Too By Hal Boyle NEW YORK—(AP) Ya-a-wvv w- - - n-n-nnn! I guest spring is really here Spring fever is • anyway. And I the season of gentle m e 1 a n choly and pleas ant foolishness is upon us. It is a time of dreamy, peace for the common i man, as his * mind and body prepare for the chemistry of summer. But it is also a time of great wars. Ambi tious leaders through all history have picked this season to un leash the armies they have built up through the winter. The ground has firmed for the mar tial foot. But this year looks like anoth er of the years the world treas ures—a year of peace. The bugle hangs on the wall, brightly pol ished but unblown. No mighty armies are massed for attack . . . that we know of. Spring comes to the city in small surprises. Down where I live you can tell it best by the sudden, increase of perambula tors. The poor man on the lower East Side may never hope to own a motor car. But he will go with out a suit to see that his new baby rides in the finest buggy in the neighborhood. A day arrives when the air wears a chill in the shade and a sudden softness in the sun. And the sidewalks bloom with thou sands of baby buggies, alive with posterity and the voices of to morrow. Across the East river a few buds burst open on the tree that grows in Brooklyn. And here in Manhattan you’d think the cold skyscrapers themselves would erupt in greenery—thrust out limbs and leaves to catch the warmth. And perhaps some day they will, and turn this stony wil derness into a green garden of the spirit. You can live here all your life and never see a robin or a blue bird, the heralds of spring else where. But tlie pigeons aren’t a bad substitute. The pavement is alive with their courtships—love underfoot—and their cooing can be heard half a block. Up in Central park they begin to put out the boats for the sail Oregon W Emerald The Oregon Daily Emerald, published daily during the college year except Sundays, Mondays, holidays, and final examination periods by the Associated Students, University of Oregon. Subscription rates: $2.00 per term and $4.00 per year. Entered as second-class matter at the post office, Eugene, Oregon. BILL YATES, Editor VIRGIL TUCKER, Business Manager Associate Editors: June Goetze, Boblee Brophy, Diana Dye, Barbara Heywood Advertising Manager: Joan Minnaugh BOB REED, Managing Editor Assistant Managing Editors: Stan Turnbull, Don Smith ors. People often have wondered why sailors fresh from the sea go there to row boats around the lake. There is no mystery about it. They go there because, as one sailor told me, “it’s a wonderful place to meet a girl." There isn’t much the average man does here to show how spring affects him. He dares a brighter necktie. He dawdles and day dreams more. And I think the doodling on his desk pad changes in a subtle way. But that would take a crytographic Dr. Kinsey to interpret. The girls, as always, are more demonstrative. Oh, the girls, the beautiful girls of New York. They break out in more colorful dress es. They plump in unexpected places. And is it only imagina tion that there is more of a wag gle in their walk? The icy receptionist shows a thawing heart and she turneth away the salesman at the door without wrath. A gleam comes into the housewife’s eye. She wraps an old cloth about her head. Dust rises. The furniture makes its semi-annual trek around the living room to the tune of her husband’s creaking joints. Oh, the streetcleaner whistles behind his broom. The stenogra pher carries a bouquet to work, and everyone gets a flower. Ev ery woman is fair to the eye— and every bachelor is a possibil ity. Even the subway sings ad venture. By these signs you know it. Spring is here—the best show in town. These College Kids! ROMESTUDENTS RESUMEtHAZING — Hazing by students of the University of Rome, interrupted during the Fascist regime, is resumed again as a new class is enrolled. Here upper classmen as soldiers of old Rome, cavort near the Coliseum during the celebration.