After the Game Is Over
There are few fine, old traditions around this University
which are worthy of being observed. Most of them are exam
ples of childish nonsense. But there is one ancient, honorable,
moss-covered tradition, subscribed to by universities from
Yale to Oregon, which is suffering; and it’s a shame.
This particular custom is the one of singing the pledge song
after Oregon’s football games. Pledge songs, alma mater tear
jerkers, rally songs, are all sung after games at other universi
ties, and everyone stands respectfully at attention.
At Oregon too many people leave.
At the final gun Oregon spectators, students and townspeo
ple alike, burst out of the stands like unloosened champagne
corks.
The student Executive Council, under the guiding hand of
Art Johnson, has undertaken to rectify the situation. Heads of
all the living organizations have been contacted, and asked to
have their members stay their mad flight from the stands a bit
after the game, stand at semi-attention, and if they are still
able, sing the pledge song.
It won’t take long, it adds a bit to the color of the whole
affair, and if Oregon has lost the game, a re-pledging to the old
University will be about due, anyhow.—F T.
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Skull and Dagger men now wear their sweaters on Mondays. That is,
most of them do. Honorary members from three fraternities refuse to
wear their sweaters this one day each week. Which makes us wonder—if
they are ashamed of the sophomore honorary why did they accept mem
bership in it ?
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Where's the Culture?
Saturday noon was the deadline. No more classes can be
added this term to any one’s program.
We hope that everyone is satisfied. But we wonder if per
sonal satisfaction with programs predominately loaded with
professional courses or “pipes” are of highest benefit to the
college student.
The University of Oregon has the state college of liberal
arts. Yet how many leave this institution after only barely fill
ing the minimum requirements in this group? How many peo
ple leave this school after only getting a faint whiff of cul
ture? How many have not the slightest appreciation for the
classics in language, science, and mathematics?
We’re not recommending specifically that all University of
Oregon students become Sanskrit or Pali scholars. But we look
with admiration to a school like St. John’s College at Annap
olis. /
The standardized single curriculum on “100 Great Books”
is being continued at St. John’s. The student is exposed forci
bly to the great thinking of the ages.
Their new president, Richard Daniel Weigle, has a great
admiration for Chinese culture and one innovation he hopes
for is the introduction of some of the Oriental culture at the
school.
(Oregon students have already been afforded an opportu
nity in such study. A course in Chinese and Japanese classics
was inaugurated on this campus last year).
“St. John’s Great Books is far from static,” Dr. Weigle said
recently in a special interview for the New York Times. The
college bulletin states that the book list is “subject to continual
revision and criticism.”
Outsiders sometimes have questioned the practical worth
of the course on the ground that it doesn’t train its graduates
to make a living.
Dr Weigle agrees that any student who wants to learn some
specialized occupation, such as agriculture, would be better if
he chose another course and another college.
The practicality of the “Great Books” course, said Dr. Wei
gle, is in its application. He said its graduates emerge with
“wider general knowledge, broader culture and better ability
to think, reason, and talk.”
Perhaps not every student can master such a course. But
we’d like to see Oregon student infuse more cultural matter
into their programs. We’d like to have people marvel at their
ability to think, reason, and talk.—H.S.
Oregon It Emerald
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Don A. Smith, Editor Joan Mimnaugh, Business Manager
Glenn Gillespie, Managing Editor
Don Fair, Barbara Hkywood, Helen Sherman, Fred Taylor, Associate Editors
Cork Mobley, A dverUsing Manager
Larilyn Thompson, National Advertising Manager Jean Lovell, Circnlation ^lanager
News Editors: Anne Goodman, Ken Metzler.
Sports Editor: Dave Taylor.
Assistant Manager Editors: Hal Coleman,
Vic Fryer, Tom King, Diane Mecham, Stan
Turnbull.
Chief Night Editor: Lorna Larson.
Women’s Editor: Connie Jackson.
Desk Editors: Marjory Bush, Bob Funk,
Gretehan Grondahl, Lorna Larson, Larry
Meiser.
Free Lancin'...
A Pipe Course
...by Bill Lance
A new course, lofty in scope and interdepart
mental in nature, is being' considered for the
University curricula. The text, by Raymond C.
Martinelli, bears the impressive title, “The An
alytical Prediction of Superposed Free and
Forced Convection in a Horizontal Pipe.”
Almost all faculty members who are con
noisseurs of pipe smoking have united to out
line the course. Under the leadership of Dr.
Moore and Professor Parsons, sociology depart
ment, the proposed course has been perfected to
the standards of the high academic standing of
this University. Cultural influences and eco
nomics are only two of the phases inherent in
the close study of pipe smoking. Such all-time
classics as “The Light That Failed” and “To
bacco Road” are listed for supplementary read
ing.
Students are cautioned that this course is not
a “pipe,” said Dr. Moore. Interested students
may observe the outlined curriculum of Inter
departmental 111, 112, and 113 in the display of
window of Claypool’s drugstore. (No smoking
will be tolerated during class sessions.)
Pleartfelt sympathy can indeed be expressed
for Dale Smith at the Tri-Delt house. It seems
that all University records have her listed in
the masculine gender. Besides being registered
in the office of men’s affairs, men’s PE, and sev
eral fraternity rush lists, she is constantly plag
ued with teachers reading her class cards as
“Mr. Smith,” “The last straw,” quotes she,
“was last Friday when I received an invitation
in the mail to join the YMCA.”
As previously stated in this column, the com
mon cold is an abomination against the human
race. I have been besieged with weird tales
about colds. One of the stories seems to be a
newsworthy experiecne.
As married student was suffering with a ter
rible nasal cold. Among other remedies, the dis
pensary doled out a bottle of Vicks’ Vapo Rub,
and the nurse emphasized the importance of its
use. The patient seriously and strenuously ob
jected to the application of the sticky ointment
on his hairy chest. A further complication is the
fact that his skin is allergic to the stuff. Like all
good husbands he talked the situation over with
his wife. They discussed it at great length. Fi
nally a workable solution was agreed on where
by she used the Vapo Rub and the fumes were
enough to keep his head clear.
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Last year only static could be Heard over camp
us radio station KDUK, and students griped. The
radio department, always alert to the student’s
wishes, have now not only eliminated the static, but
the station as well.
The Cinemah...
The Old Formula
...by George Spelvin
James Cagney is back at his best—or so most
reviewers say when commenting on his latest
movie, “White Heat.” Personally, I liked the
Cagney in "The Time of Your Life” better.
“White Heat” returns to the old formula
gangster movie with added innovations. It mix
es documentary, psychological, and action,
never quite deciding which would have been
best. It starts out like “The Great Train Rob
bery” and ends like an atom blast. The film has
big black Cadillacs driven by one of the mob,
the hideout in the hills (added innovation—two
hideouts), the gangster’s moll (added innova
tion—she is also his wife), and a gun battle
(added innovation—it’s held in a chemical
plant).
Cagney plays Cody Jarrett, mob leader, who
wants to be on top of the world. But the most
fascinating characterization in the film is that
of Ma Jarrett (Margaret Wycherly), who is as
sweet an old lady as any that ever got shot in
the back by a daughter-in-law.
The picture gets too involved with plot and
spends too little time on character, which could
easily have been the meat of the film.
“White Heat” falls short of raising itself out
of the run-of-the-mill class; but fills the bill for
an action-packed movie. Cagney does an all
right job, though he is far from spectacular.
Virginia Mayo scurries around in front of the
camera in various degress of undress (just like
every gangster’s moll should.) She is usually
either in bed, getting in bed, or getting out of
bed.
When watching “White Heat” I would oc
casionally get the idea that Warner’s Bros,
must have been in an awful hurry to finish the
film. Instead of making a really compact film,
they seem to have hopped around giving the
audience a glimpse here and glimpse there and
leaving a lot of loose ends. With a little more
effort, a little more work, the picture might real
ly have been something; it certainly is full of
possibilities.
One short scene rises to heights which no
other scene reaches. This is between Virginia
Maj' o and Steve Cochran. They’ve double
crossed Cody (while he was in prison, a spot
where all-good gangsters vacation between big
jobs) and now that he’s escaped are waiting for
him to find them. This scene captures the cold,
lonely, afraid feeling the two have. The pho
tography is fine, roaming about the empty
rooms of the large, bare house. It is one of the
few scenes which hits a true note. V
The picture is in Eugene for about a week,
playing* now at the Heilig and moving Thurs
day to the Mayflower—12 blocks and 25 cents
cheaper than downtown.
On Things in General...
Sports, Roses, and the Barometer
Sports editor Taylor is getting to be known
as “Easy Money Dave.” In an attempt to re
coup some of his losses he made a cinch bet to
the effect that the score of Sunday’s World Ser
ies game would not total as much or more than
the three first games. He only lost by one run.
The guy who won the bet is lucky in more
ways than this, he is Bob Tweedell new prexy
of SDX, who is the boy who will represent the
chapter at the national conevntion next month.
In Dallas of all places. Dallas Texas that is.
He’s married though.
Saving money reminds that taxi fares seem to
be lighter since they have installed meters. If I
recall, I used to pay sixty-five cents from the
bus depot to the Vets Dorms, and last week it
was thirty-five.
Sixty four shopping days till Christmas. Fin
als come sooner.
Looks like the Barometer is in the water
...by Steve Loy
again. How hot it is isn’t yet apparent. Friday
the Barometer hailed the approval by the stu
dent senate of a $500 appropriation for the lease
of United Press wire service. An editorial pro
claimed that now the Barometer would have a
"Five hour edge on The Oregonian and the Ga
zette-Times in world and national news cover
age.”
Saturday, a letter to the editor decried the
move with these words:
“This action was taken directly in defiance of
the expressed wishes of the student body as de
termined from a poll of living organizations last
year. I hope we're not paying our student fees
which support the Barometer just to subsidize
a paper to compete with the Oregonian or the
Gazette-Times.”
The Editorial Reply says, “The Barometer is
now on a par with other college dailies.” (No
comment). 5