Keep|Off Grass
’Tis said that the Oregon climate makes for leisurely peo
ple—folks who amble comfortably through the soft, misty air,
to make a 10:30 meeting at 11.
We ask, then, why all these suddenly non-typical students
who have taken to saving time by loping across the grass in
stead of using the sidewalks?
Probably we can lay this change in behavior up to the cli
mate, too. It’s reported that during the unusually snowy-icy
season not too long ago, students avoided the treacherous
walks and shortcut across the grass.
They beat paths in the mud, and now they still follow these
paths.That’s unfortunate, for the campus green is becoming as
criss-crossed as an old man’s palm.
The worst offenses do not come with detours around con
struction. Rather, paths are being beaten in such unnecessary
places as the stretch from Deady to the corner of Eleventh and
Kincaid.
In addition, the quad in front of the Library is turning into
a baseball diamond.
The physical plant is now using money for improvements
that could go for repairs. And that’s futile.
Anyway, who wants muddy feet? Next time try the side
walk.—B.H.
Training Still Tough
We disagree with the argument of Dean Leighton of the
Health and Physical Education department that the physical
training program in the wartime training program was tough
er than it is today. If anything, the trainees get more physical
fitness drill in peacetime than they did during the war.
Perhaps PE is commendable in maintaining health during
the school year, but if a man spends a year or a year and a half
in the Army, he isn’t going to need any body building that he
would get in PE 190.
As for military training, the first and second year courses
in military science likely don’t offer anything the soldier or
sailor didn’t have in his basic training period in the service.
The student is certainly not going to benefit from a repetition
of his hard learned lessons in military courtesy. Veterans and
non-veterans work well together in an economics class, but we
doubt very much if the same would hold true in lower division
military science.—Steve Loy.
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So You're Graduating, Eh
Better Check With Registrar
By Vinita Howard
SO YOU THINK you're graduating this June! Well, before you
get any rosy dreams about not coming back to school next fall, it
might be c good idea to pay a visit to the registrar’s office. And don’t
wait until the graduation list is posed.
There are at least 12, probably more, little details which can keep
you from receiving your degree this June.
FOR EXAMPLE, the registrar’s office thus far has checked the
records of seniors with names beginning A through D and has found
that 14 students lack ONE hour for graduation. Five seniors definite
ly cannot graduate because of a rule which states that if a person
carries 18 hours he must make a 2.5 that term or be given credit for
only 17 hours.
This rule is not generally known, even though it appears in the
Same Old Stand
By Torn Marquis
DID ANYBODY see this col
umn on Tuesday? Small wonder.
I didn't either until some kindly
soul pointed it
out buried
somewhere be
neath a confu
sion of other
things. If it had
been buried any
deeper it would
n’t have ap
peared until
next Wednes
day's issue.
Things like
this are apt to
make a person
oncer lr tney occur ion uiien. r
have no axe to grind, but I'll find
one if this sort of thing keeps up.
It will concern an expose of the
editor and his somewhat dubious
tactics in editorial page makeup.
This" isn’t meant to be a threat,
but a word to the wise is suffi
cient, they say. Comes maybe yet
the revolution, so mend your
ways.
TWENTY-THREE skidoo.
That’s all, brother. At least last
Saturday night that was all.
Twenty-three skidoo and all that
went with it was SOP at the Al
pha Gam house dance.
Those weird characters you
may have seen wandering around
the neighborhood weren’t fresh
out of the snake pit. They were
just guests on their way to join
in the festivities with all the oth
ers whose hearts were young and
gay.
For a while the roaring twen
ties, complete with racoon coats
and derbies, reigned supreme
once more. As an object lesson in
what the good old days were like
it was enlightening to say the
least.
BEFORE LONG scurrying fig
ures will be seen rushing about
the campus and surrounding ter
ritory boarding up windows,
doors, and other weak spots in
various buildings. Mothers will
pull protesting daughters into
the dubious safety of fragile
homes, police patrols will take
up their vigil, and the governor
will, no doubt, consider the ad
visability of declaring martial
law.
Railroad and bus ticket agen
cies will be swamped with the
evacuation of more timid persons
and even some of the hardier
ones will head for the hills. Let
ters of consolation will be re-,
ceived from outsiders who know
of the devastation that will take
place.
Yes, it’s that time of year
again and looming large on the
horizon is Law School Weekend.
Out from the dusty stacks of
the Law School library will rush
an ever increasing horde of legal
eagles bent on making the most
of an all too short holiday.
First on the agenda will be the
meeting of all good men and true
at The Side for uh—uh—break
fast, then the parade of the cam
pus headed by the Queen and her
court, then the traditional base
ball game, the party and dance.
Although all this takes place in
just one day some of the older
inhabitants who have been
through it all before declare it
seems like years before the last
stubborn student succumbs to
the necessity of calling it a day i
and retreats sullenly to the sane- 1
tity of the law library once more. !
time schedule given out each
term. Many students feel that
the rule is not being followed. -
but it is and it could mean the
difference between you and grad
uation.
* * *
OF COURSE, if you find you
need that one hour for gradua
tion you can submit a petition to
have that hour waived, but every
petition thus far submitted has
been turned down by the academ
ic requirement committee.
Before you blame the regis
ter’s office for such rules as this
one let us point out that it is a
faculty regulation and only the
faculty can change it.
Actually, most of the require
ments for graduation seem logi
cal, but why does the faculty see -
fit to deprive a senior of gradua
tion when that senior has 185
hours instead of 186 hours? That
seems to place an undue amount
of emphasis on one hour. Just off- .i
hand I can’t think of any one J
hour course that has added that f
much to a college education.
* * *
ONE INSTANCE on record is
that of a student, who, thinking
he had completed graduation re
quirements at the end of fall -
term, went back to South Dako
ta.
Now, the registrar’s office has
found that because of the 2.5—
18 hour rule he cannot get his
degree this June.
If there is a good reason for re
fusing to waive one hour needed •
for graduation, I wish some fac
ulty member would take the time
to explain what it is.
The list of rules that could
keep you from graduation is too -
long to explain in full here but a
few include: a shortage of upper
division hours (you might have
44 hours instead of 45), failure
of clearance with the major de
partment and unpaid debts to
the University. M
Oh well, if you don't graduate^
because you need that one hour,
you’re sure to have a terrific fall ,
term. Think of the time that
could be spent in the Side if you
carried only one hour . . . -pjight *
even crack a four point.
Promotion Meeting
A meeting of the promotion com
nittee for Junior weekend has
>een called for 7:30 tonight at the ~
Side by Chairman Bill Lance. v
An Open Letter to Our Harry—
By Ha! Boyle
NEW YORK (API-To Har
ry s. Truman, Blair house, Wash
ington, D. C.
Dear Mr. President:
as*"'”
l nave a sman
free idea to
help you win
world peace.
You aren’t
planning- to
have tire annual
Easter egg roll
ing party for
children on the
White H o u 3 e
lawn this year.
But why not
nuiu an uiu'iiiauuuiu egg roiling
contest there for world diplo
mats ?
They'd love it. Great men love
games as much as children, but
their games often leave people
crying at the end. Such as war,
the ancient sport of kings. Why
not give the great men a simple
game they can play in pure fun.
Alert the fly boys of your air
force. Send your new B-36 bomb
ers east and west and north and
south to all the lands of the earth.
Have them bring back the lead
ers of those lands, large or little
— the victors, the vanquished,
the bystanders.
If you hurry, you can get some
here by Friday. Then tell them:
‘•Boys, every nation that ever
lived has a period it sets aside to
celebrate peace. They do it in dif
ferent ways, and many pray to
different gods. But they all have
the same idea in mind.
“'This is the day our own prince
of peace died for mankind. And
Sunday is the anniversary of the
day he rose again, and thereby
gave tis hope. I want you to cele
brate it with us in the way of
our people."
Well, Harry, boys are boys.
You might have to warn them
that anybody caught making
horse trades on the back steps
would be dueked in the White
House pool. But I think they’d
go along with you. Everybody is
looking for u vacation from wor
ry these days.
Show 'em a good time. Stack
the joint with caviar, ham, lamb,
beef and hot dog- sandwiches.
Pass around the bourbon and
vodka, the wine and pernod.
Bring them all in the kitchen
Saturday night. Make 'em stay
up late dyeing Easter eggs. And
dye the eggs with patterns of
their own countries and their
heroes.
After they fall asleep, let the
secret service men hide the eggs
around the White House lawn.
Bright and early next morning
rout them out of bed for the great
egg hunt.
And let the people of America
mass outside the gates and watch
while the great men frolic like
school boys about the lawn.
searching for eggs.
When the game is over, pick
the ten that have found the most
eggs. Put each of the ten behind
a huge ostrich egg labeled
“peace.” At a signal the ten can
start furiously rolling an egg
toward the finish line fifty yards
away. The first chieftain across
the line with his ostrich egg in
tact—that’s the winner.
Call all the hot, sweating,
laughing leaders into the house.
Crack open the hen’s eggs dyed
with the maps of all countries.
Chop up the contents and serve
every one a portion of interna
tional egg salad.
Then you make your announce
ment. Suppose the man who won
the ostrich egg derby was Joe
Stalin.
“Joe,” you could say. “You’re
the winner, and every winner
ought to have a prize. I suggest
—and I think everyone else here
will agree with me—that it be
the South Pole. For one year it is
yours to do with as you will. You "
can propagandize the penguins,
you can collect all the taxes ,
there.
“But a winner usually throws
a party, too, Joe. Suppose we all *
get together at your house next
year, and play a game in the
Kremlin ? Any peaceful game
your people like—except Russian - .
roulette. And the winner w'ill get
the right to rule the South Pole -
for the following year, and teach
the penguins anything he wants "
to.
“What do you say, Joe? Let’s
make it an annual event!”
And what could Joe, or any
other leader, say—but “yes" ? ~
That is what the peoples of all
lands want—peace at the top.
Wars rarely start at the bottom,
It might be rough on the pen- -
guins, Harry, but the rest of the .
world would love ft. Let’s roll
those peace eggs.
Sincerely,
Hal Boyle. .