Be Ours
The heart of the valley (Cor-vallis) has gone soft and senti
mental—just in time for Valentine’s Day. The Beavers voted
for dating, or fussing as they call it, at athletic events. This is
a great boon to young love. St. Valentine would approve.
At Oregon—FLASH—nothing has happened. No appro
priate sentimental measures have been passed.. Valentine’s
Day is being ignored. Our student body president still has not
come through with a poem, and this would be the seemly time
for him to do so.
The Emerald, therefore, should fill the lack and say some
thing in the Valentine’s Day spirit. If we said, “I Love You. Be
Mine,” we would be branded as old fashioned, as well as point
less. So in the spirit of the most modern valentines, may we
say, “You’re nuts and you’re all shmoes The Emerald wishes
you’d all go blow(s). Be ours.”
But it still would be better if a pro-pigging law were passed,
or Art Johnson wrote a poem.—B.H.
On tAe Bcuf
Guessing Games, Order
JletteAA.
Dear Editor:
On reading your guest editor
ial of Feb. 8,1 wondered why the
guest, or ghost, writer didn’t
hash his views down to a few
words like:
“I don’t think it is a good idea
for OSC to have a major school
in PE because it will take away
many athletes Oregon would
otherwise profit by.’’
I’m guessing that is what this
student and the editorial staff
were really thinking of, isn’t it ?
Edward L. Morris.
No, it Isn’t. You need not guess,
you may just re-read the editor
ial to discover that we are inter
ested in seeing that the “state’s
money is net dissipated by dupli
cating professional work in the
areas already served adequately”
by one institution or the other.—
Editor.
Dear Editor:
Seems like it is none less than
four or five times a day that
either a friend of mine or some
other party is known to ramble,
rip, or curse through our Daily
Emerald in search of an import
ant announcement, that was sure
to be there.
I’ve often seen the three line
declaration wedged into the cor
ner of that front page where
most of the big scoop is found.
Would be ok, but its like a com
ma in the middle of a sentence,
you hardly notice it for the more
important.
Then, most anywhere from
pages 3 to 8 the “soughted”
might be sticking close to the
edge of a most distracting ad
(you know, the kind that seldom
fails to include the alluring).
So, I say its a problem that
ought to be overcome by putting
all such announcements in one
place in the paper. Who’d ever
think of running all over the pa
per to find the editorials ?
Maybe, Oregon State’s Barom
eter might accuse us of copying
their “Bulletin Board” idea, but I
don’t suppose they have it copy
righted, anyway.
Sincerely,
Bob Biggs.
The reason we haven’t classi
fied notices in one spbt this year
is because we so infrequently get
enough of them to make it worth
while. However, we will give it
another try, soon, and throw the
little stuff under a Campus Cal
headline.
Thanks for the suggestion.—
Editor.
m DaiZu
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Assistant Managing Editors: Hal Coleman, Copv Editor: Marjory Bush.
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Emerald Photographer: Gene Rose.
Women’s Editor: June FitzgiblxHis.
Office Manager: Karla Van Loan.
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Idea for a New Campaign
hf /a QilUit
Note on Confabs: This last week-end was
loaded with ’em ! Either we got nothin’ or we
got everythin’. Drama, Religious, Radio, ded
ications—even the Home Ec department gave
a tea. Plus Monday night Kenton, and a Press
confab this week
end plus an In
ternational Rela
tions Club shin
dig in a few
weeks. The hotel y
men are joyous,
the Emerald staff <
tired (have to*
cover all this gar
bage), and class
e s lgnorea, - ' v
though that not entirely. Can’t for some of
the profs to insure attendance somewhat
scheduled mid-terms for the next week or so.
Why doesn’t someone organize a confab to
end all confabs? Bigger and better banquets,
more people, greater speakers, longer period
of time to be held, etc. That would do it, and
the conference mania could then be ended.
Everyone could permanently relax and for
get there ever was such a word as “confer
ences” in the dictionary. It would be obso
lete. The Emerald would not have to worry
how to get “conference” and any extracts
from it into a headline. New Campaign issue:
“Finis to Conferences.”
I Wish: That the city of Eugene would
remedy the chuck-holes in their pride and
joy—city streets. If the things (chuck-holes,
that is) were only on one side of the street,
there would be no problem. You could always
get picked up for driving on the wrong side of
the street. But when the gaps in the street ex
tend the breadth of this city passage, what
to do? Happily bump over them? The car is
rebelling!
General Info: We received our dividend
this week-end and for anyone’s information
the last two digits in the serial number were
279. Anyone in that vicinity can plan accord
ingly. (Bet the Liquor Store cash register is
adding up the figures from Uncle Sam’s gen
erosity.)
Off^Uand Qbl&uAcUiotiA.
Roses are Red,
are...
Lf Qdl R&f&ti.
Another Valentine’s day is upon us. The
young in heart are passing out the usual rash
of cards, of both the comic and sentimental
variety. Why the distinction between the two
types is made is somewhat of a mystery, be
cause tne sen
timental cards
are often the
most comic in
their gushi
ness.
Of c o u r se
cards aren’t
the only thing
passed around
on the four
teenth of ev
ery February.
The resource
ful merchants
have also pro
vided for those
who are reck
less with their
geedus. It you are one of those people who
throw away as much as two or three bucks
at a crack, a cheap little old card isn’t for you,
no sir. You can buy chocolates done up in big
red pasteboard hearts with cellophane all
over. The fact that the hearts are anatomi
cally incorrect doesn’t seem to harm their
saleability at all.
Not too many light-years ago, when the
seniors were in their first years of grade
school, the comic valentine had not yet ap
peared. Valentine’s day was still a thing of
sweet, sloppy sentiment, and the popularity
of teacher and student alike was commonly
gauged by the number of valentines received.
Then some depression-ridden job printer
with typical, fiendish American ingenuity
came along and transferred coarse lampoons
with equally coarse verse onto coarse paper
and sold them faster than hotcakes for a
penny apiece. v&yj
Overnight the complexion of Valentine’s
day changed. No longer was a person’s popu
larity gauged by the number of cards receiv
ed, but rather his unpopularity. You who
have that most useless of all personality
traits, a social conscience, should heed this.
Perhaps you will find a cue to the rising rate
of juvenile delinquency in the comic valen
tine. After all, what else can some kid do
when deluged with a flock of valentines refer
ring to his big, runny nose except imitate the
old man and go out somewhere to bury it in
a bucket of booze?
According to Americana, Valentine’s day.
is celebrated to honor an early bishop of the
Church. He was put to death at Rome during
a religious persecution on February 14 in the
year 270.
It is an old, old custom to choose valen
tines on this day. People used to do it by lot.
All the gentlemen would drop thir names in
one hat, and the ladies likewise in another.
Then everybody would stand around the hats
and draw names, something in the manner of
the so-called “dessert” here on the campus.
If the results were as mutually unsatisfac
tory then as now, why it’s a shame no one
was around to run off a few comic valentines.
It would have been a bonanza.
GiatcUetif Old Vet Ingrid Bergman, Rita Hayworth, Testimonials^ M
Wonder what is going- to be the effect of
the re-manning of the air-raid lookout sta
tions on the coast. Never having done the job
in a civilian status, I can testify that lookout
duty even in a combat area is a mighty tedi
ous job. If the system is set up on a voluntary
basis, as I suppose it will be, it looks very
much like it will be a tough job getting the
manpower. I would think a blimp patrol
would be a much more efficient manner of
watching the coastline anyhow. The “poopy
bags” can fly in pretty rough weather and
certainly would he a good supplement to the
ground watchers.
Speaking of wind bags, Fulton Lewis, nick
named “futile Lewis,” by Bill Moves, is due
for a visit to Portland. Moves also had a good
gag about a press agent for Hayworths’ com
pany complaining to a cohort about the ter
rific licking they took from the Bergman back
ers. ‘‘Our girl got married first.”
Chow hall conversation in the commons:
“Looks like we’ll have to get lip another pe
tition in order to get our recreation room fin
ished.”
Say, didn’t they trim the fir trees a little
close ? 1 hey look like coeds with their hair
up in pin-curls. An’ that ain’t good.
I wish I could think of some significant
connection between the 39-hour testimonial
session back East with the Oregon campus.
1 he big difficulty here I think, is that the of
fice of student affairs is doing such a bang up
job that we have no sins to confess.