One More Chance
Nasty commercialism from the athletic department appears
evident not only in married students tickets to the Homecom
ing game, but in relation to the selling of football programs.
Art Litchman, athletic publicity director, was quoted (by
the fellow in charge of the program concession) as saying a
couple of years ago he didn’t care how the programs were sold,
just so there weren’t many left over. The program selling by
honoraries hit a new low that year.
That’s not good publicity.
We do care how they are sold. When honoraries sell pro
grams the proceeds go to worthy things—scholarships, usu
ally. When individuals sell the programs the profit is for indi
vidual gain. There’s nothing the matter with earning an hon
est dollar, but if the honoraries are willing and able, let them
earn the dollar, and turn it to the benefit of the University.
The honoraries now know where they stand. In the past
years they apparently did not do the job well; and the job was
turned over to others.
But give them another chance. Now they know—they pro
duce, or they get cut out.
There is only on^ more game this year. But next year, the
program concession can be awarded to an individual or group
that will distribute the programs fairly among the honoraries
to sell; and let the honoraries prove they can handle the job.
On Things in General...
Nobody Wants the Fifty Million
...by Steve Loy
Imagine what the University of Oregon
could do with 50 million bucks. Plenty, huh?
Science buildings, administration buildings,
student unions, with gold plated plumbing.
There’s a nice old southern “philanthropist”
of 84 who wanted to give fifty-thousand
thousand dollar bills to a school if it would
comply with some simple conditions.
What are the conditions? Not a heck of a
lot. Only that the school "teach the ‘superior
ty’ of the Anglo-Saxon and Latin-American
races.”
The twist of the idea is that the two schools
he allegedly offered the cash to didn’t want it.
SMU wasn’t even very polite when they turn
ed him down. One little jerk-water prep
school, aged 147, with an enrollment of less
than 100 almost accepted but changed its
mind when George reneged.
I think a man as rich and generous (?) as
George W. Armstrong is entitled to a lot of
gall and self-confidence, but isn’t this carry
ing a good thing too far? I'd like to know how
many gallons of sweat have rolled off the
backs of Negroes and Jews and other non
Anglo-Saxons to prime his golden oil wells.
Probably enough to drown him and several
more like him.
Armstrong also wants the tenets of Thom
as Jefferson taught in his school. It’s ironi
cally nice to think what the courts will do
with Jefferson's loose interpretation of the
constitution if they get a chance to apply the
fourteenth amendment to Armstrong’s idea.
Winchell tagged G. W. right on the but
ton Sunday night when he hailed him as,
“George Armstrong, all-American heel.”
Now George, they say you can't take it
with you. Hadn’t you better find a way, or not
go? And after you figure that one out, find a
way to take a fire-proof vault to keep it in. I
wouldn’t put it off too long George.
Ritin at Random...
The Thread That Runs So True'
...by Jo Gilbert
Things is looking up—I found another
good book. At least it is to me, mayhaps be
cause I’ve been brought up on tales of rural
schools in mountain districts. The book is
Jesse Stuart’s “The Thread That Runs So
True” (Scribner’s $3).
Technically, it is an autobiography, but ac
tually it is more than that. Packed with hu
mor, pathos, tenderness, and excitement, it
tells the story of a mountain school-teacher
in Kentucky. (The state which is second from
the bottom on illiteracy tables and where the
educators “thank God for Arkansas”).
Jesse Stuart, at seventeen and with three
years of high school behind him, went to
teach in Lonesome Valley School rural
school where his sister had been run out by
the school bully. After Jesse walloped him, he
was set, and stayed there a year. From there
he went back to high school and on to college.
That was the beginning of a career that led
him to be principle of a small high school,
then of a larger one, then county superin
tendent and later a remedial English teacher
in an Ohio school.
In the nine years Stuart taught, he made a
total of $10,832 from his profession. On a
twelve month basis that is $100.30 a month.
Extra money came from writing and Stuart
also had a Guggenheim Fellowship. He final
ly cpiit the game and went into sheep ranch
ing.
Besides being good writing that almost at
times hits poetry, it is also an expose of how
the members of lowest paid profession strug
gle along. For the wages they get, they must
love the work.
The book is fine reading for any student
and especially for those planning to enter the
educational profession. Teachers, or sons and
daughters of same, will really enjoy the book
—though it is not aimed at a Specialized audi
ence.
If you have to drive this thing to school, do you have to park ii
front of our house?"
Our Readers Speak
Dear Sir:
There have been several editorials published in the Emer
ald denouncing the colorable cost of living in Carson Hall.
I doubt if there would be any occasion for a Carsonite to be un
happy about paying the price asked, if the girls received any
more benefits than they do at present.
Granted—the rooms are compact and new. The study
lamps and waste paper baskets are furnished. However, relax
ation is impossible in the hall. The only place to sit down is on
a hard metal chair or sprawl uncomfortably on the bed. At
present there are no rooms on the main iloor in which to
spend a comfortable hour after dinner.
The University officials must be trying to defray the cost
•of building Carson ip one year or less. Everywhere one turns
in the hall there is a yawning cavity waiting to devour her
money. Not only is the present phone situation absurdly in
adequate, but the dorm officials plan to make it worse. The
free phones now in use by 160 girls to one phone, will be used
only for calls with University extension numbers. Pay phones
are to be installed for long distance calls (which is understand
- able) PLUS calls to sorority, fraternity, any Eugene telephone
numbers which are off-campus (which is not understandable).
(Name withheld upon request.)
(The telephone situation In Carson Hall will be the same as it is in
any other University dormitory, the Emerald was assured yesterday
by Mrs. Genevieve Turnipseed, director of dormitories.
There will be better than one phone for each floor of 80 girls, when
the telephone company gets its permanent lines in. Eugene numbers
outside the University may be called from the Carson Hall phones.
It is hoped that the new dorm will be completed by the first part
of December, with plenty of lounging space.—Editor.)
Free Lancin...
English Humor and Baby Sitting
...by Bill Lance
A giant orchid is certainly due the Sopho
mores for a terrific Whiskerino. Understand
a neat $350 profit was realized on the “band
of renown.” This ought to permanently junk
that “name bands are too expensive” cry.
Besides the fine music, credit goes to the
hard-working committees for a well-organiz
ed dance. One example is the fact that decora
tions had to be put up between 5:30 p.m. and
dance time because of basketball practice. In
cidentally those fine decorations cost less
than $10, according to the budget sheet. Con
gratulations to Shirley Dalton and her com
mittee !
Pity the poor vote counters for Betty co-ed
and Joe College. At 10 p.m. when they opened
the ballot boxes they discovered those little
ballots mixed in with thousands of stubs for
the Colorado game. A double sorting as well
as counting had to be accomplished.
To illustrate the British sense of humor
Donald DuShane in his British Government
class told of an incident that occurred while
he was teaching at Columbia.
Students had elected Madeline Carroll as
“the woman they would most like to be ma
rooned on a desert isle with.” When inter
viewed about the honor, the English actress
was queried about whom she would most like
to be marooned with. “A first class obstetri
cian,” replied Miss Carroll.
A terrible catastrophe occurred at the Mc
Chesney Hall “Harvest Moon” formal. Ten
gallons of punch spilled all over the front
porch! Oh well, they make more money on *
cokes anyway.
In reference to past yarns about persons
being locked in strange places we have the^
experience of Phyllis Kohlmeier. She was'
baby sitting for Dr. and Mrs. Laurence
Campbell a recent Sunday evening:
The bathroom door lock jammed and poor
Phyl became locked inside. To complicate
matters the window screen was nailed shut
so she was completely cooped. Even after the
Campbells returned home the door couldn't
be opened. Phyllis had to wait still another
hour till a locksmith could come over and
take the lock off the door.
Theta seniors have also decided to go into
the baby sitting business. Male babies at least
21 years of age are preferred.