For All to See
The Executive Council meeting tonight will, as always, be
open. But open in more ways than one.
Students will have a chance tonight to see with open eyes
if the Council, or any member of the Council, can be run by
any group which puts special interests above the student good.
From over 5,000 students, the Council tonight must select
four for class representatives. Ten persons have petitioned for
the jobs; it is not necessary that the four be chosen from
amongst these ten.
There were many qualified persons who were going to peti
' tion for the Council positions. But they withdrew their peti
tions after not receiving the endorsement of AGS; frequently
so they would not “embarrass” their house.
This action by AGS was in itself unusual. It gives the Coun
cil added reason for not limiting itself to picking new members
from petitioners.
The two AGS candidates are not only endorsed by their
party, but rather reliable rumor says, they are backed by a po
litical group that selects candidates, gets them elected, and
then tells those officers what to do. (Call it TNE, SmeeNE,
NERTZ, or what you want; it is not the name, but the nature
of the group that we attack.)
This group does not look for students that are of remarkable
ability and intellect; students that are particularly alert and
well-adapted to handling problems of other students. This
group looks for a different type of individual.
First, they want a man who agrees with their “principles,”
who will do as he is told, who is smart enough to keep stooges
in line, who is not reluctant to use whatever means necessary
to obtain the “desired” end.
Secondly, they look for a man who is popular and a good
vote-getter, who is from a “strong” house, who has a good
personality, who is not particularly interested in the workings
of student government, who will spend a great deal of time in
another activity and therefore not be too aware of what is
going on in politics, who will do as he is told nine tenths of
the time because it is the easiest, quickest way even though
it may not be the best.
It is this second type that we may pity. He is the almost
innocent guy who doesn’t want public office but is forced into
it, by group pressure and by natural pride. He is the guy whom
the group think makes an ideal student body president (too
busy with his major activity—usually a sport and almost
never ever student government—to give them any trouble),
because he unwittingly does as he is told.
The first type deserves whatever political beating he gets.
He’s the campus politician who knows all the ropes; and if he
gets hung by one of them, that’s his tough luck.
The nicest thing you can do to the second type is to help
him stay clear of politics.
Tonight, the Executive Council will interview two candi
dates not only backed by AGS, but, people in the political
know claim, backed by “the boys in the smoke-filled room.
We cannot predict who will be appointed by the Council
this evening, as we could (and orally did) predict a week ago
who the AGS endorsees would be.
' We cannot predict the outcome of tonight’s meeting, be
cause we know that those students on the Council who will
vote as they have been told to vote are not in the majority.
We hope they never shall be.
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Perils of a
Winter Day
by Bob- tf-unk
The weather seems to be a horrible, dia
bolical scheme on someone’s part to com
pletely disrupt our smoothly running little
life. Unfortunately, we are not among those
who like to run out in the front yard and yell
“oh, goody, it’s snowing!” when it is (snow
ing). We are, probably, getting old.
And our nerves are far too shot at this time
for us to enjoy a stroll down Alder Street
when there is danger of a bombardment from
the Theta fire escape or some such other in
nocent-looking place. It is not that we think
the Thetas shouldn’t bombard people from
their fire escape—if we had a fire escape we’d
bombard people too.
But it shouldn’t happen to us. Somehow,
we should be exempt.
Also, the late-at-night freezes are interfer
ing with our trips down to the Pit and Harry’s
Snappy Service. It has been our custom to
walk down to these places (under the impres
sion that a good trot before bed helps cure
insomnia—which, like a car, we don’t have,
but might someday). What with all the ice on
the sidewalks, and we not being the most
graceful people in the world, there have been
any number of lower-end near-tragedies re
cently.
One solution for traversing frozen streets
is to get a sail and slide. This takes wind,
however. Another is to walk sort of sideways,
like a crab or some other such creature. For
the most part, however, we are giving up our
midnight snacks till better weather arrives.
The foulest blow which nature has dealt,
however, was that horrible Friday morning
when we swam home from Friendly Hall. We
considered calling a taxi or the harbor patrol,
but our spirit of adventure forced us out into
the storm. Our opinion of adventure has drop
ped considerably since then.
On the. /til
The Best Does Better, The Worse Worse
Ly Ma/ity 'U/eUgste'i
Work on the agenda of the Federal Com
munications Commission is piling up faster
than an Oregon snowstorm. Right now the
group is ensnarled over television, and no
sooner will that problem be taken care of, than
another almost as weighty will take its place.
As far as we are concerned, the television
squabble doesn’t mean much yet, because tel
evision hasn’t come down from Seattle, or up
from California. We see where it has caused
some headaches up at the University of
Washington because empty seats at Edmind
son Pavillion were attributed to people who
decided to sit home and view the game
through television rather than travel through
a lot of bad weather. If the newest of radio’s
babies does hit sports attendance, then the
people down here in Oregon have something
to think about.
How much nicer it would have been, to sit
in a comfortable chair on Friday night, sip
some spirits, and at the flip of a dial been
spared the rigors of an Arctic night and the
boredom of what looked like a high school
basketball game up at Corvallis. On the other
hand, we don’t think that even a television set
could have matched being at the first Ore
gon-Washington State fray. As they found
out back East, the good sports events still
draw, the rest justly suffer.
After television, the FCC will review the
case of low power radio stations. Chief oper
ators of these small units were on college
campuses, where radio instruction was im
plemented by training on a university outlet.
At first the FCC blessed such proceedings,
but now the whole thing seems to have hit
them in the collective face.
No sooner did the school start broadcast
ing and trouble began. The Nu Nu Nus, liv
ing at the edge of the campus would complain
that they weren’t getting good reception.
The station would step up its power. Next
week the Sigma Sorors living somewhat off
campus would complain that they too were
hearing nothing, Up went the power. Finally
it would come to where any local commercial
station operated in fear of having its best pro
gram cut into by the college equivalent of,
“Who was that lady I saw you out with last
night ?’’
The commercial people rightfully com
plained, and now the FCC is contemplating
killing the baby that they themselves suckled.
Use of frequency modulation, which would
stop all interference, has been boosted as the
solution, but until an official answer is given
a lot of people (including some up at Villard
Hall) are anxiously waiting.
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For That 'Relaxation'
Before Studying
Lif. Gea^e Spe.lv.iH
Jane Wyman does considerably better in
“The Lady Takes a Sailor” than she did in
“Kiss in the Dark"; which is fortunate, both
for the actress and for the audience.
The plot of the comedy, now showing at the
McDonald, has its novelties which place it in
the good entertainment class. It also has its
cliches, but most of these are artfully rushed
through with the greatest possible speed.
Most of the comedy is skillfully handled by
Miss Wyman, Eve Arden, and Allyn Joslyn;
and Dennis Morgan sticks around for roman
tic purposes.
Career woman Jennifer Smith (Jane Wy
man) is noted for her honesty, upon which
her business is founded. While boating one
afternoon her sail boat is capsized by a sub
operated by Morgan. Storm comes up; she
spends the evening in the sub. and next morn
ing is found on the beach by the coast-guard.
Since the sub was a secret invention for the
navy, Morgan disappeared. No one believes
the woman’s story, Morgan can’t come to her
aid since he is sworn to secrecv, and the lady
is in deep trouble. She can prove her story if
she could get her hands on some pictures she
took in the sub; but Morgans got ’em and
Wyman can't get ’em.
1 he story takes the familiar shape of boy
gets girl (or vice versa) ; the comedy rang
ing from wisecracks to slapstick. Slapstick
dominates and presents some of the loudest
guffaws of the picture.
For high-powered drama there’s Bette
Davis in “Beyond the Forest” at the Rex.
Nobody’s as good as Bette when she’s bad,”
say the advertisements; and I believe them.
Miss Davis plays a wicked, middle-aged wo
man who s bored with life in a small country
town. She doesn't stop short of murder to get
what she wants, but even murder can’t get
her out of the town.