A Strange Malady
You can spot one every time!
They stroll casually down the street discussing what job
possibilities are not to be found. They spend hours in the Side
consuming coffee, cokes and other liquids. They attend more
than the usual number of picnics. They laughingly refer to
term papers and themes long overdue. They groan when an
other dance, nickel hop, tea or formal banquet in announced.
They’re all seniors suffering from acute cases of Senior
Slumpitis, a malady which strikes without warning and causds
even REAL students to prefer talk of any kind to work.
Let me hasten to add that the only difference between the
Senior Slump and the freshman, sophomore and junior slump
is one of degree. The symptoms are the same but the case be
comes much more dangerous in its fourth year.
The symptoms are sometimes rather subtle, but usually
are discovered by listening to seniors talk. The first symptom
comes when a senior says, “I’ve so much work to do that I don’t
know where to begin, besides I can’t seem to concentrate to
day.”
Symptom number two: “Sorry I can’t help decorate to
night, I have too much work to do.” Five minutes later this
same person decides to go to the Side to “seminar” for a few
minutes.
The real danger signal comes when said senior refuses to
study for exams, cuts three out of four classes and wonders
aimlessly about doing absolutely nothing and enjoying every
minute of it.
These are the symptoms of a disease which is about to
reach the epidemic stage. Science has no cure—drugs won’t
help. But, thanks to professors and Ds the epidemic will prob
ably prove too short-lived. V. H.
An Idyllic Life
Everyone has heard of the slow boat to China, but now
comes the arresting idea of a goat boat to Japan. The Emerald
recently printed the startling information that young men of
college age are being sought to ride herd on a group of goats
being shipped to Japan and Okinawa this summer.
For the June graduate who has not yet obtained gainful
employment, this is the proverbial golden opportunity for
travel, experience, and adventure.
There’s one sour note in all this. The story asked only for
young men. When so many professions have opened their
doors to women, it seems to us that the goatherds are being
very narrow in maintaining the “double standard.”
However this may be, it should be an idyllic life for the fel
lows who decide to give it a try. From the books we’ve read,
we have a picture of the goatherd sitting ’neath a tree playing
a haunting melody on a reed pipe while his frolicsome charges
gambol on the green. Or maybe it's shepherds we’re thinking
of. B.B.
Those Traditions
Some Like 'Em—Some Don't
By Bud Hurst
DAY BEFORE yesterday the
Emerald pubhshed a short edi
torial, with pictures, denouncing
the traditional hacking and dunk
ing during Junior weekend. That
editorial was explosive and had
a real short fuse on it. The pa
per appeared about 7 in the morn
ing and by 10 the shack was full
of people, each one with an opin
ion of his own.
They did not, however, supply
a comprehensive group of the
student body. We went out to
talk to some others. Here’s what
they said:
$ sH *
Bob Allen, ASUO president—
“I really hadn’t thought much
about the good or bad angles of
the controversy. It seems, how
ever, that this University, by vir
tue of the influx of juniors and
seniors and all the students com
ing from Vanport and the like,
that the trend in the past two
A Splendid Job
He Liked 'Marco'
To the Editor:
I’m still under the spell of
the beautiful and praiseworthy
performance of O’Neill’s “Marco
Millions’’ produced and directed
by Horace Robinson.
....May I humbly present my to
ken of appreciation for a splen
did job well done.
Personally, I was shocked by
the inadequate appreciation on
the part of the audience. Should
this play have been produced in
Europe, the actors would have
been showered with flowers. The
applause would have been end
less.
As a newcomer, I am proud to
be on the staff of the University
of Oregon. Things of this kind,
public services being performed,
are splendid. The staff of the
drama department and all the
players as well as the volunteer
artists should know how one of
the crowd did feel.
The musical background was
beyond reproach, and to the cor
respondent it was reason to be
absorbed in pangs of nostalgia.
The melodies of Rimsky-Korsa
koff, Ippolitoe-Ivanov, and Stra
vinsky were appropriate and were
performed in a masterful way
under Dr. Cykler’s baton. I’m
sure that many in the audience
will never forget the delightful
experiences of that evening.
Sincerely,
Victor C. Strash,
Asst. Prof. Slavic Lang.
Oregon W Emerald
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years has been to upper division
standing. Such traditions will suf
fer accordingly.”
* * *
Jim Stanley, Order of the “O”
—“I’ve never seen or heard of
anyone getting hurt and it seems
to me that everyone concerned
has a pretty good time. How else
are you going to punish viola
tors?”
* * *
K. Malcolm Allen, Phi Kappa
Psi—“Hang onto the traditions
by all means. There has been
hacking and dunking ever since
Junior weekend started years
ago. Then again, those big bruis
ers do hit sorta hard, don’t they?”
Katherine Hoppe, Pi Beta Phi
—“What’s the matter with some
people ? I think it would be sorta
fun to get dunked—providing
they could catch me!!”
C. E. Anderson, counselor for,
men—“I can’t speak for the of
fice of student affairs but in my
own mind I feel that traditions
are an excellent thing in any col
lege or university. I don’t think
force should be used, however.
“The way to do it is make the
traditions stick the whole year
around instead of just making
one or two weekends a year “tra
ditional.” Year round freshmen
“humility” is a lot of fun. Many
other things such as the year
round rooters lid for frosh, say
ing hello to everyone you meet,
the use of the honor system, are
good things. The beatings and
dunkings I can’t see as being
beneficial to anyone.”
* * *
This then is a brief cross sec
tion of opinion gathered from
various nooks and crannies with
in these hallowed halls. Some ap
prove of the noontime “meetings”
by Fenton hall and others don’t.
This column won’t say one way
or the other but it is willing to
bet anyone, anytime, any amount
that when we come back in twen
ty years for Junior weekend we
will see coeds with wet hair and
boys standing instead of sitting
through their one o'clock classes.
Millrace Once Scene of Beaver-Duck Struggle
By Bob Tweedell
It all began on a calm Monday
morning' in 1937.
A Beaver victory celebration
in Corvallis got of hand, and the
light-headed broad-tails organ
ised an expedition to invade Eu
gene and the Oregon campus.
The previous Saturday (an in
famous day in Oregon history),
Oregon State had somehow beat
en Oregon, 14 to 0, in the annual
gridiron contest.
Bill Tugman was on the desk
at the Register-Guard when a
call came in from the editor of
the Junction City Times, with in
formation that the OSC caval
cade has just passed through,
cornstalks streaming in the wind,
en route to Eugene to go Duck
hunting.
Tugman called the Univer
sity and the word quickly
spread across the campus.
Classrooms emptied of stu
dents, many of whom disap
peared briefly to return armed
with clubs, rocks, ami rotten
tomatoes, and ready to defend
Oregon honor to the end.
In the meantime. Tugman had
also notified the state police of
the approaching caravan, and an
“official escort’’ was quickly
formed to meet the oncoming
Beavers. A cordon of state and
city police met and halted the
OSC advance guard just outside
Eugene, to warn them against
any “rough stuff.”
After assuring the officials
that they intended no mischief or
harm, the Staters were allowed
to proceed into town. Escorted
by patrol cars and motorcycles,
the victory paraders drove down
Willamette street, out Thirteenth
street, past the congregation of
Oregon students who had assem
bled at the Side, on down and
across University street to Elev
enth street, and headed home
ward.
A few minor demonstrations
along the way included corn
throwing by the farmers from
Corvallis, and use of fire hoses
by Oregon men.
By and large, everything
seemed calm and under control,
Oregon Girds for Battle
But Oregon students had not
been inactive between the time
word came of the Staters’ ap
proach. and their arrival on the
Eugene campus.
Behind the scenes, the well-or
ganized Order of the O, a digni
fied group dedicated to the up
holding of Oregon honor and tra
dition, labored assiduously to
prepare a counter - offensive
against the invaders.
With precision and planning,
the O men assembled at strate
gic points along the parade route,
prepared to deal with the Cor
vallisites at the opportune time.
When a Beaver car stalled mo
mentarily on Eleventh street as
the caravan started homeward,
the golden moment arrived.
Then men of the O, re-in
forcetl by most of the student
body, male and female alike,
took over. The occupants of the
stalled car were dragged out,
and borne off triumphantly to
the millrace, where they were
given special treatment befit
ting their station.
Along the race, stripped for
action, groups of Oregon war
riors waited to dampen the en
thusiasm of the struggling Stat
ers brought to the race by the
front-line shock troops of Ore
gon.
Girls Cheer Ducks On
The scramble for Beaver-meat
proceeded without bounds, and
the orderly, disciplined parade
became a chaotic, fleeing throng
of OSC students, pursued by
howling hordes of Ducks. The
Beavers found roads blocked and
car after car was halted and the
occupants hustled off to the mill
race for punishment.
Activity center on the Alder
street bridge and around the
Anchorage. There the captured
Beavers were forced to remove
their outer vestiges of clothing
in front of a crowd of “women,
(who) eyes filled with sadistic
ecstasy, rushed to the scene,
and cheered the battle on from
a comparatively safe distance,”
according to an Emerald story.
To complete the humiliation of
the Beavers, the Ducks emptied
the pockets of their victims’
clothing, and threw shirts and
pants into the stream after their
owners.
Beavers Paint “O”
As the Beavers emerged drip
ping from the race, they were
herded into cars and taken up to
Skinner’s butte, where the re
cently defiled “O” awaited retri
bution.
A force of Ducks then gave
the Staters another bath, this
time in yellow paint. Can after
can of the yellow paint was
poured on the “O,” and the Bea
vers served as brushes to apply
it evenly and thoroughly.
Downtown, about fifty Bea
vers took refuge in Seymour’a
cafe, and refused to surrender
to the milling throng of tri
umphant Oregon students,
However, after a long seige
during which it took the com
bined efforts of police and Uni
versity officials, plus the im
passioned pleas of Mr. Sey
mour, to keep the Ducks from
going in after their enemies,
the Beavers agreed to surren
der.
Reluctantly they marched out
the rear door of the cafe, to be
eagerly received by a line of
Ducks and marched out Eleventh
street to undergo an ignominous
ducking in the millrace before the
huge crowd of gleeful students
and townspeople.
(Good feelings were subse
quently restored by diplomatic
discussions between the two
schools.)