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"Ya know-our sorority is so crowded this year I meet someone
new every day.
Zones and Living Groups
When a law has conflicts within itself and is in opposition
to the people, it should be changed.
The new zoning law passed by the Eugene city council last
year does both. In fact, it goes further and is in direct opposi
tion to the expansion of the city and of the University of Ore
gon.
A recent survey by the University of Southern California
disclosed that Eugene is the only known university city in
America that has laws restricting the building of living and
boarding houses near campuses.
California, USC, UCLA, Northwestern, Columbia, Mis
souri, and all of the others are able to have fraternities and
sororities as much as a mile from the campus.
Not so the University of Oregon.
Monday night, the city council voted to refuse to allow the
Lambda Chi Alpha fraternity to buy a house at 2008 Univer
sity street—no more than five or six blocks from the campus
and within a block of the tri-Delt house.
If the fraternity had tried to buy the house a year ago, it
would have met with no opposition. At that time, the area was
zoned, and had been for over 20 years, to allow fraternities and
sororities to live there. In fact, a sorority built and lived in the
very house that the Lambda Chi Alpha chapter wishes to buy.
When the city was re-zoned, the committee completely ig
nored the building and declared that only single family units
could exist there.
There are many other flaws in the new law that make life
difficult for individuals and groups.
Each night that the city council meets, it has to listen to
four or five petitions for re-zoning from private citizens and
business men who wish to put up signs or redesign their build
ings or expand their plants, but can t because of the law.
How can Eugene become a large, progressive city if it has
such dead laws on its books?
Individual members of the city council have expressed dis
satisfaction with the existing zoning law and have recom
mended that it be changed, but each week they take no posi
tive action, but instead express regret that the law is so poor.
If it is so unsatisfactory, it should be changed now.—Bill
Stanfield.
Oregon Daily
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Gi.enn Gii.i.kspik. Managing Editor
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News Editors: Anne Goodman. Ken M(trier. Sports Editor: Dave Taylor.
Assistant News Editor: Mary Ann Delsman. Chief Night Editor: Lorna I-arson.
Assistant Manager Editors: Hal Coleman, Desk Editors: Marjory Bush. Suzanne Oock
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Women’s Editor: Connie Jackson. Larson. _
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An Unusual interview - - At Least
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Interviewing great musicians, orators,
newspapermen, ad infinitum, for the Emer
ald acquires a horrible sameness after awhile
—for the simple reason that all great people
are written up as being Just Simply Marve
lous. As a matter of fact, most of them are.
But it would be devilish fun, just once, to slip
a mickey to one of the Perfect Reputations.
When the world’s greatest yodeler comes
to town, for instance. She will give a fine lit
tle concert, afid the Emerald will say so. But
what couldn’t the Emerald’s yodel critique
gain from a paragraph such as the following:
"I was in pretty good shape tonight,” yod
eler Laura B. Dummd giggled. “We spent an •
hour down at Piiuso’s drinking whiskey over
ice. They’ve got one heck of an awful combo
down there—I’ve heard better in a Portu
guese bistro.”
This could be termed slander, yellow jour
nalism, and a number of other things—but .
the Emerald’s concert stories might have bet
ter readership. Which, after all, is the import
ant thing—or don’t you like the California
papers?
Another paragraph in the Laura B. Dummd
story could go something like this:
“Some of Mrs. Uummd s selections wei
rendered with triumphant dignity; some si
just sort of gargled on. Her stage presence
both gracious and simple. The simplicity
that of a person who doesn't have a very hig
IQ- '
This has the sort of folksy touch that th
readers all go for in a big way (this point isn
worth arguing). And how about this for
grand finale:
“Mrs. Dummd, a matronly, dignified wc
man, gave a brilliant concert in spite of a fall]
ing stocking and a leprosy spot in the sma
of her back. ’In addition, I have a heck of
case of fag burn in my throat, the artis
rasped. ‘Always smoke Egyptian cigarette
—an old Arab I met when I was doing m
show down in Cairo sends ’em to me.’
“ ‘Don't cigarettes ruin my voice quality
burped the woman who is considered th
world’s greatest yodeler. ‘When ya yode>Lii)
ya have to do is take a deep breath and blast
The audience goes nuts.’ ”
Which is a very effective way of keepin
all concert artists on the East Coast, pro!
ably.
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Story of an Average Guy \
by fJo-Qilbe'it ^
A Tale of Truth :
Here's a story, true, that I think should be
told. It isn’t humorous—in fact, it is prob
ably more on- the moralistic side,—but it
might hit a few people and help out a cause
if told.
A vet graduated from the University of
Oregon last June, which isn’t news except in
this case, for this vet is the subject of the tale.
He got through school on the $120 per
month, for he was married and had a child.
He was an average guy with nothing to set
him off from the rest of students—no “brain”,
no four-pointer, no drunkard—just a nice guy
with a swell wife and cute kid. Like all good
graduates he hustled and found a job upon
graduation; he liked it and he was liked.
Things were looking up. He and his wife de
cided to add to their family.
The vet had been working about four
months when he became ill one day. A doc
tor was called and the diagnosis was polio,
which isn’t an inexpensive disease. The vet
was trundled off to the hospital where he
stayed for several weeks. When he did get
home, still he had to go to the hospital to
have the therapy every day—Sundays off—
and also he would have to wear a brace for
awhile, though eventually he will completely
recover.
All that is going to add up to quite a bill—
about 1500 bucks. But there is a Polio Fund
and it does operate in Eugene, as well as all
over the country, and it is paying the bill of
this vet. The Fund also is not supported by
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the government but by us’ns who dig out
dime, a dollar, or ten dollars for service v
hope we’ll never need.
No, this isn’t a paid plug for the Pol
Fund. It is a story .of a former student he
at the University, and if it proves a point,
will make someone think before laughing o
community drives, I’ll have done my bit.
know it started me thinking, and' when tl
time comes, I’ll see the way for a donatio
’Nuff said.
Traditions :
Am noticing this week all the purty gree
ribbons nestling in curly hair and ro
lids atop crew cuts. The younger generatioi
is taking over. So far none of the yearly gripf
letters to the Emerald editor denouncing trrJ
ditions—everyone seems quite noncommitt
about the whole thing. In the last few year
has been more or less of a burning issue b
tween the vets and the would-be Joe Cc |
leges.But the vets are above it—now beii f
juniors and seniors or “out”—and the youn
sters were well disciplined in traditions
high school. Besides, the traditions we
written up in the blurb material sent out
the University and are now expected by ci -
lege kids. But the shock — people actual j
taking “Hello” walk seriously. Someo: 2
cheerfully greeted me when I was trudgiv
the path, and I spent the next hour trying
place the kid. Was still wondering when
met another afflicted with the same dilenm|j
and after great thought, we deduced the
lution. Rally, rally !!
A Lonesome Place Against the Sky
By Sr. Mary Gilbert
Beauty or the Beast?
Beauty, in this^case, was the S5-ioot cedar
in front of Deady Hall. The beast'was the
dutiful woodman who didn’t "spare that
tree.”
But the tree had to come down, said I. I.
Wright, superintendent of the physical plait:.
It was diseased, dying, and might fall at ai
inopportune moment if it were not cut dowi .
The large trunk was split and each ha E
perched at a Tower of Pisa angle.
So down the tree came. In scarcely mori
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