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About Oregon daily emerald. (Eugene, Or.) 1920-2012 | View Entire Issue (Feb. 13, 1950)
What a Weekend It was a big weekend. Men got to go above the first floor of Carson Hall, which got the once over, as did the University Theater and the School of Music addition. Sidewalk surveyers slushed through the mud to glance at their Student Union, at the physical plant, and at the Library addition. Some may even have looked at the clearing where the Science building will materialize. Oregon beat Oregon State in basketball, making most students (and especially sports editor and Trax columnist, John Barton who knew it all along) quite happy. The Governor of the state, and members of the state board, and administrative officials of the University, and civic offi cials, and broadcasters, and students had a steak luncheon Saturday in the Carson Hall dining room before the official building dedication ceremonies. There was even asparagus with Hollandaise sauce. And apple pie with cheese. Northwest drama conferees (over 400 strong) had a whir ling good time talking shop, trying to attend all group meet ings, and catch performances of “Thunder Rock,” “Winter set,” “Yes, My Darling Daughter,” and “Portrait of a Madon na.” Broadcasters took over the third floor of Villard for their meetings, the dramatists took over the first floor of Vil lard and the theaters for their meetings, and speech depart ment secretary Frances Hemm (caught on the second floor) probably wished she was back in Friendly Hall. Kwamas scurried here and there in their white uniforms guiding tours around the buildings; Kwama Gretchen Gron dahl spilled hot coffee on the governor instead of shaking his hand; and Carson Hall president Cherry Taylor received a key to the hall with a heart where the working parts usually are. Yes, the weekend went off quite nicely. Everyone seemed pleasant and contented (except Lyle Nelson, director of infor mation, who was always one step ahead of everybody to see that things ran smoothly) ; and the people who came down to Oregon went home with a favorable impression. And, generally, the weather was good. Nice, wet, sweet, fresh, Oregon rain, interspersed with periods of no precipita tion. ^Hte ^IteataA Intimately or Picture Frame it is Powerful by Cjeosiye Speloin Comparison of intimate and regular handling of the same stage production was offered delegates of the Northwest Drama Confer ence last Friday afternoon. The play, Tennessee Wil liam’s ‘’Portrait of a Madon na,” was presented in the morning in the new labora tory theater as a regular “pic ture frame” production by the Very Little Theater group. The Portland Civic Thea ter players gave the one-act drama the same afternoon in the small intimate theater, room 104 Villard. An intimate style produc tion is one in which the aud ience sits on all four sides of the playing area, compared to the regular stage productions in which the audience is look ing at the action through an imaginary side of the set. Williams’ plays are better performed in the regular manner, where every pos sible chance of illusion can be taken advantage of. The arena style is too limited in the stage effects to give all the beauty to “Madonna” that it could have. 6u *74^ Am Some Thoughts That Remain by MaSity 'U/eitynesi The annual meeting of the Oregon Broadcasters is now history, and while it did not give our quiet campus a hot foot, it did leave us with sev eral things to think about. Several of the people we man aged to get to speak to were not hesitant about letting us know how they felt about the topics we discussed, From all of this we gained a little more conviction for several ideas ,ve have been carrying around for some time. We now feel more than ever that the University needs a radio station. AM, I'M, or any M, just something to change the situation from playing radio to actually par ticipating in it. We need closer ties be tween the radio industry in Oregon and the University. We need more conferences like this, to get people who may employ our graduates, to come to Eugene and tell us frankly how they feel con cerning our University and their needs. Saturday hour, but too few It must have been the early people got to hear that stu dent forum the Broadcasters put on. It proved interesting and informative to the hand ful that showed up, but the turnout must have semed em barrassing to the radio divis ion and to the forum’s parti cipants. One of Oregon’s Cotton Bowl football stars will talk about his first season with the “big boys” of the Nation f 4 L t * ‘ PI £ * C t ;il Professional Football Lea gue over Webfoot Huddle Time. Time is 5 :45 on Friday ovct KOAC. Radio Workshop is still looking- for new talent. If you want to be discovered and get a chance to prove that you are the only thing that radio is missing, come up to Studio A in Yillard Hall on Friday at 4. The play is the tragedy of an old-maid, Miss Collins, who has delusions the man she loved and lost in her youth comes to her apart ment and “indulges in his senses.” She briefly sketches her love for the man \ to a sympathetic old janitor and an unsympathetic young ele vator boy, who spends a few moments with her to keep her calm until the Doctor ar rives to take her to an asylum. Miss Collins was a shy, bashful Southern girl in her youth. She left her small Mississippi town for a North ern City when she could no longer bear to see the man she had loved living happily with his wife and children. Once away from her town, she shut herself up and lived with her dreams until they became delusions. The Very Little Theater production was considerably more effective than the Port land Civic presentation. The play rests predominantly on the ability of the actress who plays Miss Collins to inter pret the author’s words. Mary Krenk, of VLT, was a sup erb Miss Collins. Her perfor mance was an exciting, vital characterization that drew sympathy and pity. It was possible to imagine such a woman when Mary Krenk performed the role with the aid of dimly-lit set and ef fective staging. The characterization of Wudtam Miss Collins by the Portland Civic Player was somewhat different than that given it by Mrs. Krenk. The perform ance in the afternoon was a softer, quieter sort of mad ness, but yet was not one that could provoke as deep sympathy. The afternoon production was at a disadvantage in be ing played intimate style— the setting could not be as effective, the lighting possi bilities and sound effects were limited. The burden of the play, even more so than usual, was thrown upon the abilities of the cast to paint the picture and lead the imag ination. The supporting cast of the Portland Civic production was shaky in its lines and stage business; something that cannot happen in an in timate production since any mistakes or faking can im mediately be noticed by at least a portion of the audi ence because of the close con tact with the performers. Both productions, how ever, were powerful dramati zations of Williams’ play, and were enthusiastically applauded by the audiences. While the drama was most effective when produced on the regular stage, it could be effectively done in the inti mate style, though it does not seem the play was writ ten to be played in that man ner. Doing Something Is Doing Something I'ty feoh We look forward to the coming WAA carnival with a certain degr^eof forboding. Reason : we are probably go ing to be expected, bv'the so cial chairman or whatever ghoul harbors these expecta tions. to Do Something. Do ing Something, is, for us, out of the question. In the first place, the social chairman, in planning our carnival booth, has arranged to herd some of our compa triots together in a male can can line. We are not opposed to carnivals, social chairmen, or can-can lines, but as for the latter—why should we make durn fools of ourselves when women have been kick ing higher and fancier for a long time? Besides, we don’t have the figure for it. Some alternate sugges tions offered (by us) for car nival entertainment include hanging by our withered gums from a rope suspended from the ceiling. At a desig nated moment we would drop down into the crowd, maim ing somebody for life, prob ably. Rather sadistic, per haps. Are we bitter? Heck no. We’re going to get in the spirit of the WAA carnival and really pitch. We’re for standing on a stool, blase look on our face, while the popu lace tosses buckets of rancid whipping cream on us. We’re for those little games whose object is to find which pod the pea is under. But, Mr. Social Chairman, no male can-can line. Sex would never survive the blow. All in all, in spite of the fact that we may have to Do Something, we will probably enjoy the carnival. It’s tons of fun to look for dropped nickles in the sawdust floor of that charming PE school salon known (in a burst of underestimation) as the “un finished area.” We enjoy peering into those little booths which are, although gaudily bedecked, emblazon (Please turn to page six) Dailtf EMERALD BB The OREGON DAILY EMERALD, published daily during the college year except Saturdays, Sundays, holidays and final examination periods by the Associated Students, University of Oregon. Subscription rates: $2.00 a term, $4.00 for two terms and $5.00 a year. 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