A Safe Move
Further recognition that the University has expanded came
this week from the Eugene City Council.
By a unanimous vote Monday evening the Council banned
parking on both sides of 13th Ave. E. between University and
Emerald streets.
University officials made this request because a larger num
ber of students are crossing the campus further east on Thir
teenth Ave. That is, it’s just as dangerous to cross Thirteenth
in front of Emerald Hall as it is by the Co-op.
Parking on the south side of 13th between Emerald and
Beech streets was also banned. This area is adjacent to the
newly-constructed women’s dormitory, Carson Had.
The survey, made by the Public Safety committee of the
Council, was approved on the basis that the University had
provided parking space for 150 cars in the Emerald lot.
By contrast only 20 cars could be accomodated on the
streets which have been closed to would-be parkers.
We’re glad that Council realized the necessity of such ac
tion. The council’s attitude has been consistently helpful to the
U niver sity.—H. S.
Home Sweet Dorm
The cost of living in a dormitory has risen like over-warm
dough from the $26 a month of blackest depression days to the
present 63 dollars. Last Monday night Orville Lindstrom,
University Business manager, told the executive council why.
(A complete report of his talk is in today’s Emerald.)
As best we could tell, his explanation of why it costs more
to live in a dorm than in many rather sumptuous sororities was
logical. Living costs have gone up, maid wages and mainten
ance costs have gone up—and the quality of the food has not
been lowered. In truth, $63 a month is not a staggering amount,
at current standards, to pay for decent food, a roof that leaks
only occasionally and maid service of a sort. It’s less than many
Universities charge for the same.
But here’s the rub. It really doesn’t cost $63 a month $68
if you live in Carson—to pay for these necessities. From each
student’s bill $11.40 is taken out to pay for Carson hall. Earli
er, it was to pay for John Straub.
When these buildings are payed for, they become the prop
erty of the University and as profitable enterprises, they build
more dorms.
To get to the bottom of things—why doesn’t the University
pay for its own dorms? Because the state does not appropriate
money for any but classroom buildings. Why doesn’t it? For
many reasons. But mainly because it is poor—relative to some
states—and because some legislators feel that because dorms
benefit only some of the students, they shouldn’t be built on
state money.
But now something new is coming to the University—de
ferred living. All students will live in the dorm one year.
Therefore everybody will benefit from University living ac
commodations. It would seem, then that the next few years
would be just the right time for the legislature to kick in some
money.
We hope somebody graduating from the political science
department with the vow' to become an Oregon legislator will
give this some thought.—B.H.
Anniversaries we missed: NAVY DAY—Soon to be re
placed by Atomic Bomb day? It dawned on a Navy fighting
desperately to keep its honored place under the Flag. It re
called the swaggering tradition born of the British, bequeath
ed to the Americans, of a ship in every sea, a gun on every port
and braid on every shoulder. Perhaps grand navies will next be
bequeathed to history books.
CHOPIN’S CENTENNIAL. Old Chopin almost went
without notice on this campus where tunes filched from his
works are sung just as lustily as elsewhere. Congratulations,
then to Professor George Hopkins of the music school who
soon is to present an all Chopin recital. The dreamy, fiery Pole
deserves a bouquet or two on his tombstone.
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Our Readers Speak
Twin Beds, Separate Seats
First it’s twin beds in married veterans
housing, now it’s separate sections for hus
bands and wives at football games. In order
for married students to sit together at the im
pending OSC football game ;t’s necessary for
the already badly bent husband to dish out
$10 for two reserved seat tickets. The only rub
being that all a student can buy is one ticket.
It is surprising how few wives want to go
to a football game unattended, be pushed
around findmg their assigned seats, sit lone
somely through sixty minutes of something
the majority doesn’t understand, be pushed
around for forty five minutes while leaving
and spend some such time hunting for their
husbands for an explanation of what happen
ed. All this for five bucks!
It is also surprising how many wives dis
like the idea of being left at home for the big
gest game of the year while their husbands
trot off to the ballgame. Result—many mar
ried males will be home listening to the
sportscasters’ version of the game.
Has the U. of O. gone completely commer
cial? The price policy of “all you can get”
seems to prevail. How is it that our northern
neighbors last year could sell tickets to the
“civil war” contest for only —$ to U. of O.
students? By using the U. of O. policy they
could have cleaned up.
Two loyal boosters for television.
L. E. Whealy
N. A. Wicks
You're Prob'ly Right, But...
The Emerald is suffering from a bad case
of divided sympathy. We know in most vet
erans’ homes $5 bills can’t be pulled like
Kleenexes out of a box—but we also realize
that there is little choice for Athletic Busi
ness Manager Howard Lemons in the mat
ter of tickets.
Oregon State had to be seated somewhere.
They were put in the general admission seats
in the south end of the court. It could hardly
be expected that they would be ushered to the
$5 reserved seats, because, in the first place,
not enough of those seats could be saved
to accomodate the mob from the north.
There’s a big waiting list now for the 585
seats that were set aside for veterans wives.
And towns people and alums want to go to
the game too.
Secondly, football IS a commercial enter
prise, and Oregon State pays the University
a sum to seat its students just as we pay Ore
gon State when the Homecoming game is
held in Corvallis. And that wad of dough does
not cover a $5 seat for each Aggie.
Again, there would not be enough $5 seats
to go around if the reserved section were op
ened to both veterans and wives.
It’s a touchy situation. To repeat, we sym
pathize with the prohibitive price of $5, and
we s/mpathize—a little less—with the en
forced two hour separation of husbands and
wives. But it must be remembered too, that
the argument for husbands and wives to sit
together in the past has been a courtesy and
not an obligation of the University. The wiv
es are not students. Looked at through the
University’s commercial eye—and it is com
mercial—they are just so many more towns
people who want to go to the jammed Home
coming game.
The only means we could suggest to make
the situation less unpleasant would be to of
fer the block of reserved seats set aside for
veterans’ wives to the ladies for the general
admission price of $1.80, since they are the
ones to whom the buck of a big crowd has
been passed. But again, that would be a cour
tesy and not an obligation on the part of
the University. And it is too late now. The
585 seats saved are going on sale to the wait
ing list today—with only 50 sold to veterans,
wives.
And norv, to our good friend and columnist,
Jo Gilbert, the no-longer confused wife of a
veteran. In yesterday’s Emerald, Jo, you
seemed more concerned with the possibility
that the husband would drink the fifth in soli
tary joy in the students’ section, than you did
with the separation of wives and husbands.
Our solution is to pour half the fifth (a tenth)
into an old medicne bottle before the game,
and go divvy.—B.H.
Free Lancin'
Shuffle That Drop Card
By Bill Lance
“Seagrams 7,” the Fiji clog, felt very of
fended because he was left out of the Emerald
story on campus mascots last week. Really
this was a hard thing for the pooch to take
as he is a very intelligent dog. He can read!
Why just the other day he read a sign on the
front porch which said “Wet Paint.’’ He did.
Freshmen were giving seven-minute ora
tions in speech class the other day. Near the
end of the period the instructor called upon
pretty Rosemary Vaught. She gave a very
fine speech about the annual Pendleton
Round-Up. Even the Pendleton chamber of
commerce would have been very proud!
However the class bell sounded near the end
of her speech and it must have rattled her a
bit as she made a slight slip of the tongue.
“If you ever want any fun or excitement come
up and see me—I mean the Round-Up!’’ con
cluded she.
Conversation overheard in the Spudnut
Shop:
“So you say the water in your fraternity is
unsafe due to the pointed millrace?’’
“Yeah!”
“Well, tell me, what precaution do you take
against it?”
First we filter it.”
“Yes.”
“Then we boil it.”
“Yes.” r
“Then we add chemicals to it.”
“Yes.”
“Then we drink beer!”
How do you tell the difiference between a
shaved sophomore and one who just can't
grow a beard? As the age of underclassmen
is steadily decreasing due to less veterans,
this is becoming a very real problems for
many young sophs.
“Mid-terms already,” sighed Phil Thorn,
as he sat in the Rush Inn shuffling his drop
cards.
Claude ‘Machine-Gun’ Young showed
might prowless as a hunter last Sunday. Un
acustomed as he was to an automatic shot
gun he still journeyed forth in search of the
mighty pheasant. He made a beaautiful shot
on a bird ! In-fact, Young made three beauti
ful shots, as he didn’t realize he was supposed
to release the trigger. Consequently he got a
rather heavy bird.—This isn't the best hunt
ing story this columnist has heard. You
should have seen the one that got away!