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.
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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.
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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
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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
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