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About Oregon daily emerald. (Eugene, Or.) 1920-2012 | View Entire Issue (Oct. 4, 1949)
... by George Spelvin
The really wonderful thing about having two
British movies on the same bill at the May
flower is this—by the time the second feature
is shown the audience can understand the lan
guage. Neither of the pictures—“Dear Murder
er” and “Jassy”—is an exceptionally fine film
but both have their appealing, calculating fac
“Dear Murderer,” the best of the two, is the
story of two cool, calculating persons who both
plan murders to look like suicide. Unfortunate
ly the two are married to one another. Eric
Portman turns in a top notch performance as
the husband, and Greta Gynt nearly matches
his job with her portrayal of the promiscuous
wife. In effect, the picture can be compared to
Alfred Hitchcock’s “The Rope,” though “Mur
der” is not done with near the artistry of direc
The situation is so tense and ironic that it al
times provokes laughter despite the murderous
intent. Key example is the final scene in which
Miss Gynt has spiked her husband’s glass oi
warm milk. Carrying on the usual uninteresting
chit-chat of husband and wife, Mr. Portman
mentions that the milk has certainly made him
“I’m not surprised darling,” says his lovely
wife while puttering around her cosmetic table,
“I put some of your sleeping pills in it.”
“Really, how many?”
Such treatment serves Mr. Portman right,
however, since he was just as casual about mur
der in an opening scene, when he gagged his
victim and then quietly explained how he was
going to gas him.
As far as murder films go, “Dear Murderer”
is pretty good.
The nicest things about the co-feature, “Jas
sy,” were technicolor and Margaret Lockwood.
After seeing this picture it is not difficult to
understand why Miss Lockwood has been se
lected Britain’s most popular actress for the
past three years. True, she may not be a good
actress, but who ever went to a Rita Hayworth
movie because they loved to see fine acting?
If there are no Wednesday classes to prepare
for, a jaunt down to the Rex tonight would
prove entertaining. The double bill is particu
larly good with two movies of last year—“No
torious” and “The Farmer’s Daughter.”
Loretta Young captured the academy award
for her performance in the latter, which goes to
show that it is not necessary to play the part of
a raving neurotic, a murderess, or sex-starved
fiend to be credited with doing a good job.
The picture is a sprightly comedy about
American politics with an easy-to-take lesson.
Joseph Cotton, Ethel Barrymore, and Charles
Bickford give their usual able support. The film
is worth seeing again if only to watch these
four persons work.
Miles of Cars
Oregon students had the choice of a number
of things to do after the football team lost to
UCLA Friday night.
They could have committed suicide.
They could have gone on a week-end binge.
They could have sulked in a corner until next
They could have rioted on the steps of John
son Hall demanding the administration recall
They could have attended the rally Saturday
And that last was just what they did—500
cars strong, 2500 students strong. It was a nice
show of spirit for the team, showing the towns
people, (including the merchants), that Ore
gon’s behind the team—all the way.
An Edit Without a Moral
One of our efficient Emerald columnists came across a story
the other day, and although undoubtedly trembling with rage,
she managed to slip the item into print without creating a ruck
us. The item, telling of an incident that happened on the Ore
gon campus, makes one wonder if America after all isn’t really
a decadent democracy.
The story started out innocently enough, describing the
changes made in Susan Campbell dormitory, to convert the
hall into apartments for married students. The story traveled
calmly along, telling how the couples would have three rooms,
that rent would be $60, that the units were composed of living
room, kitchen, and bed room, and then, without raising its ten
or a bit, said: “bunk beds have been replaced by twin beds
for the couples.” TWIN BEDS! Imagine. On a college campus.
Here in Eugene, Oregon. Unbelievable.
What great American jurist recently said: “Twin beds are
the greatest cause of childless marriages and divorce?” What
is the administration trying to do, wreck these young mar
riages before they have a real chance to grow? Is it trying to
lower the American birth rate ? Twin beds! Why, they might as
well have left the bunk beds! It is certain these young
people didn’t undertake the hardships of college marriage life,
such as paying $60 a month for three rooms, just to be separat
ed in twin beds.
Yet, not a murmur has been heard from the couples in
volved. It is indeed mysterious. Can it be, after all, that Amer
ica has become a decaying country, an asylum for old people,
who have lived out their fruitful days? If these couples don’t
care, then it is a good indication that the disciplinary officers
on the administration can soon be dispensed with.
It is possible that the twin bed plot was devised by the ad
ministration, to provide employment for its fledgling lawyers.
When the lawyers graduate they will find all the divorce cases
they want, right here on the Oregon campus, all because of
those twin beds.—F.T.
The First Steps
University students are drawing one step nearer to self
government as the student traffic court holds its first hearing
The court will handle all traffic cases involving students on
any part of the campus with the exception of Thirteenth ave
nue, which is considered city property.
In addition, the courts of Eugene may refer student cases
to the court. However, cases involving “loss, risk, or injury to
life or property” will be handled exclusively by the municipal
The Emerald extends best wishes to the student members
of the court—Carl Davis, chairman, Dick Neely, and Steve
Over cups of coffee, and in many “after hour” discussions
we’ve heard heated arguments for more student government.
For a long time we have shared with many others, the opin
ion that students should be treated as mature individuals.
We’re glad that the machinery has been set for the court.
With wholehearted support from the student body the court
in time should evolve into a body with considerably more pow
er and jurisdiction.
We’ve been given an inch. A smoothly-operating traffic
court can prove that we deserve a mile.—H.S.
Ben Franklin and Chapman
We know an entertaing way to pocket about seven dollars
in the course of this year. You know about it too, but maybe
haven’t thought of it in penny saved, penny earned terms.
We’re talking about the free movies every Wednesday
night in Chapman hall. Say there are ten movies a term. At a
movie house, you’d pay about $.65 (revival price) to see any
one of them. That adds up to almost $7 per annum saved, (earn
ed, Ben Franklin would say) on entertainment—if you take
them all in.
That's not, of course, the best feature of the series. Consider
that most of these shows you could see only if you hit the
right flicker house in the right city (it wouldn’t be Eugene)
at the right time. They’re revivals of shows of historical or
In the past, patrons of the Chapman Hall movie series have
watched with a fishy but amused eye the swooner of a genera
tion ago, “The Shiek,’’ and they’ve seen the still-funny capers
of the Marx brothers in their early days.
First show of this year is tomorrow night. Les Miserables
with Charles Laughton and Frederick March. Ought to be
... by Bill Lance
A sure fire method for killing a cold has been
The amazing information comes in the form
of a scoop for this newspaper as it was a U. O.
student who was the subject in the controlled
The whole situation dates back to Sunday
morning when one sincere Webfoot awoke with
all those unmistakable symptoms. A stopped
up head, conjested chest, fever, chills, and mus
cular aches and pains all prevailed.
Being of such unsound mind and body, the
poor victim drank a lot of hot water, secured
many more blankets, took a strong, harsh laxa
tive, and went back to bed.
By five in the afternoon the boy was really
sick. Because the infirmary was so far away, the
poor soul headed for the nearest drugstore for
’Twas a miserable, shaking figure that shiver
ed into an establishment known as “Fair Play
Fennells.” Keith took one look at the customer
and with a tender, compassionate look upon his
face the druggist handed the lad a sack of var
ions pills, nose drops, and cathartics, ai\d a lit
tle green bottle.
The victim returned to his abode and with a
shaking hand proceeded to devour pills, powd
ers, and cathartics. Fie took the nose drops and
went back to bed.
Still awake and still very miserable at 1 a.m.,
the sick one remembered the little green bottle.
“Just before you go to bed put a little Water on
your chest and back, and then put the ‘Sinapso
lin’ on like a mustard plaster,” compassionate
Keith had said to the boy as he left the store.
Our hero arose from his bed, strode back to his
room and proceeded to apply the ointment in
very generous quantities. His helpful room
mates assisted in smearing the ointment on his
back and covering the area with a flannel cloth
and a musty old T-shirt.
The sick one had hardly returned to his sack
when new life began to burn within him. The
burning was at first just a nice warmth but it
grew more intense. “Think of other things,” the
victim said to himself as the sweat rolled down
As if in answer to his thoughts the fire within
him pulmulted to new flame. With a scream of
agony the victim bounded out of bed. The
screams sounded more like sirens as the wild
man rocketed through the sleeping porch' and
into the shower room.
A fearful sight was beheld by his fraternity
brothers as they went to the shower to see what
had disturbed their sleep. Clad in pajama bot
toms and standing in an ice cold shower was the
brilliant red body of one of their members.
Later a half dozen brothers were wildly fan
ning the body with towels. In vain attempt to
ease the pain, they were applying everything
from hair oil to shaving cream on the victifns
allergic skin. Though it was a painful situation,
chuckles could not be held down.
Finally a meek, sleepy-eyed pledge entered
the room and suggested driving the victim to
the. Infirmary. All six accompanied their pained
brother to the Pill Palace.
First the Infirmary nurse washed the oint
ment off with soap and water. This was follow
ed by a tannic acid jelly bath and then the pa
tient was put to bed.
And so, in the morning, the patient awoke
with a very, very sore chest—but every trace of
that terrible cold was gone. Every word of this
story is true. If you don’t believe it I can show
you the blisters.
An Emerald headline last Saturday declared
"Greeks to Plan Frosh Elections.” This is the
first time in recent years that they’ve publicly
admitted their intentions to take everything in
to their own hands.