Kindergarten Pays
Little boys and little girls who pout and sulk and kick the
wall when things don’t go just as they want them to go should
n’t be in college.
The vandalism which occurred Monday night to parking
meters and University businesses is, fortunately, not typical
of the college student. It was the action of a few persons, prob
ably of the college community, whose immature minds can
not grasp hold of a problem and think of any effective wav of
solving it short of childish pranks or violence.
Their actions (if they kept them up from now until campus
politics are completely above board) would result in nothing
but bad publicity for the University and just legal action
against the offenders.
If student groups near the business district feel that they
have been handed a raw deal by the City Council and the busi
nessmen, these groups may confer with the businessmen and
Councilmen to see what arrangements can be made. But no
headway will be made as long as these student groups keep a
“chip-on-the-shoulder,” “we’re being persecuted” attitude
which certain elements of the group have displayed this week.
The parking problem is not an easy one to solve. It will take
patience and common sense and understanding on the part of
all concerned.
No Longer--For Next Year
No longer will those stories spread about Oregon State Col
lege physical education classls carrying buckets of water to
Bell Field before the Civil War clash to bog down the Oregon
offense.
No longer will Oregon and Oregon State students sharpen
their wits, weapons, fingernails; build up their muscle, brawn,
and raw egg supply; or stop buying jackets in preparation for
a Saturday bargain at Corvallis.
No longer will this happen—for a year. No longer will this
happen at Corvallis. At least not next year, because the Oregon
State game has been moved to Portland.
Consequently wits, weapons, fingernails, muscle, brawn,
eggs, jackets, and buckets of water will have to be prepared
for Portland—not Corvallis.
Now this move by the Oregon Staters was really quite gra
cious of them. For they are giving up their “big” game at Cor
vallis. While “going to Corvallis for THE game” has always
been a favorite pastime of Oregon students; not many will
complain at going to Portland, instead, where seating arrange
ments will probably be better, and the game certainly just as
good.
And as soon as Bell Field is fixed over (this may take some
time) to allow more spectators safe seating, the game will re
turn to Corvallis every other year.
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Wdd Note* New Jazz Society ^
Good deal! all these “drinking fountains”
they’re putting along the curb on 11th and
13th streets. At first, suspected them to be an
other. revenue raising device instituted to
make up for the unit in Carson Hall that’s em
pty- ) -
Pleasant article in last Sunday’s “Oregon
ian” which kicked the limp form of the defer
red living controversy around a bit more. Sur
prising to see the political beaver, Dick Neu
berger, allowing himself to get out on such a
rotten limb as the “pro” side.
Also, surprising to hear from my Los An
geles independent friend who (without any
prompting) mentions that Glenn Henry and
orchestra have been doing very well in that
sector. He’ll be in this sector Saturday night.
My friends went on to say that Henry’s pop
ular down South primarily because he is quite
danceable, not because he blows great jazz.
We think that’s unfortunate. Who’s danc
ing? Also, says that band gets nice round,
full sound. This should be a good dance de
spite the fact that Dad Paxson will light the
cannon.
The New Jazz Society, Inc. is its name. To
bring a better jazz understanding is its pur
pose. Four dollars is its cost. What you’ll real
ize for that $4 is pretty well worth mention
ing.
1. A year’s subscription ($2.50) to Metro
nome magazine.
2. Biographical and discographical mater
ial on jazz giants.
3. Half-price admission to all concerts or
ganized by NJS.
4. Half-price admission to American Jazz
Festival.
5. Lecture notes issued quarterly. Basic
jazz theory, harmony, and history. Suggested
readings and recordings.
6. A 50% reduction on “Jazz 1950.” New
jazz yearbook.
7. Admission to band rehearsals recom
mended by NJS.
In addition to the above mentioned, orga
nized NJS groups of 50 or more will receive
an LP record player on which to play the re
corded lectures and music which will be sent
to the organization at regular intervals.
In checking with the Student Union office
we found that there would be a good possi
bility that one of the Union music listening
rooms could be utilized in the eventuality that
sufficient interest is shown in a New Jazz So
ciety chapter.
The address is: NJS, Inc., 26 West 58th
Street, New York, 19.
This is a great thing for those of us who
appreciate and are interested in jazz music.
For any supplementary information check
with me at Sigma Chi.
td> 11 401 Lucky Psopl© LuMo^ia^ soa^ui
If the 15 members of Mortar Board appear
to be a little more haggard than usual this
week, excuse it, please. There are rugged
weeks and there are RUGGED weeks. For
Mortar Board, this week falls into the latter
category.
Administering Faculty Rating on Thurs
day and Friday, a headache in itself,"lias been
only one of our projects this term. Mortar
Board annually awards one or more scholar
ships to deserving girls on the campus. This
year we are trying to award as many as such
scholarships as is financially possible, and
therefore, at the present time, are launched on
a money-making campaign. But PLEASE
read on—we’re not asking something for
nothing.
On the contrary, we are offering 401 lucky
persons a wonderful opportunity—a chance
to see a special performance of the University
Theater’s current production, “The Warrior’s
Husband" next Tuesday night. This produc
tion on March 7 will be “above and beyond”
the regular run, and therefore offers the afore
mentioned 401 persons (there are 401 seats in
the Theater) many advantages :
1. You can reserve a whole block of tickets
and come with the “gang,” living organiza
tion, or political party. Group participation is
strongly recommended.
2. You regular theater-goers can save one
of your season ticket stubs for a later produc
tion when you can generously offer to take
someone.
Those of you who have seen only a few or
none of the University productions can get a
glimpse of the new Theater, as well as see,
what promises to be, one of the best produc
tions of the year.
4. When the scholarships are awarded in
the Spring, you will have the pleasant realiza
tion that you have helped.
In addition, there are certain features of the
play which will hold special appeal for the
male audience, and some which will be of par
ticular interest to the women:
For the men:
As you probably have heard, “The War
rior's Husband” relates the story of those fa
mous female warriors, the Amazons, and the
cast includes many curvacious beauties wear
ing “appropriate” costumes.
For the women:
They say it’s a man’s world, but you can
gloat when you see the Amazonian technicjue
of dominating the so-called stronger sex.
So you can readily see that Tuesday night’s
performance will really be worth your while,
and all for only $1, too. Veterans, take your
wives, (in fact, anyone who has a wife, take
her) fellows, take your girls—or vice versa—
but HURRY, there are only 401 seats avail
able. \ ou can purchase your tickets from any
Moitar Board who might possibly have one
or two left from the 27 she must sell.—Mem
bers of Mortar Board.
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I saw "Stromboli” in Portland
this last weekend, and learned,
among' other things, that it is not
pronounced “Strom-BO-li” but
“STKOM-bo-li.”
Other than that revealing bit of
information, the picture didn’t
show me a great deal.
Roberto Rossellini apparently
couldn’t make up his mind wheth
er he was telling the story of the
island and its people, or whether
he was telling the story of Karin,
the Czechoslovakian girl who
married an Italian POW from
Stromboli so she could get out of
a displaced persons camp.
Perhaps his intent was to tell
the story of all displaced persons
through this girl. If so, he was
moderately successful. But he
could hr -e done it much better
'Stromboli' by Any Name WoulcTSmell
With the talent he had at his dis
posal.
As Karin, Ingrid Bergman’s
abilities are wasted. In the last
scenes of the film she acts as if
she were playing charades (in
great earnest), though for the
first part of the movie her char
acter portrayal is not bad.
Rossellini has used a “news
reel" technique. He does not carry
any one single action through to
its end, but instead gives flashes
of activity. You see Karin at the
DP camp, you see her marriage,
you see her arrive on the island,
her visit to the priest, her at
tempt to fix up her home, her
meeting with the lighthouse keep
er, and intermixed with her activ
ities are the shots of the island's,
activities — the slaughter of the
tuna; the eruption of the volcano;
the flight of the people; the wor
ship of the villagers.
The constant intermixing and
changing is difficult to follow,
and it weakens the effectiveness
of the film. Some will claim that
this is realism, and therefore it is
good. Perhaps they are right, but
it seems to me that realism should
accent the effect rather than in
terupt it.
The story is of Karin (or of
Stromboli, as the narrator says)
who leaves the DP camp for
a “beautiful" island of her hus
band’s to find that it is nothing
but a heap of lava rock. The vil
lage where once lived 3.000 now
has 400 persons, most having im
migrated to The United States,
Australia, or the Argentine. A
few who have returned because it
is their home; those who remain
remain because it is their home,
or because they have not enough
money to emmigrate.
Karin is miserably unhappy on
this island. The people will not
accept her because she is differ
ent. Her husband loves her, but
she thinks he does not under
stand her; she wants to leave and
he will not let her go.
Karin is to have a child, but she
does not want to bring him up on
that uncivilized island. She turns
first to trie priest and then to a
lighthouse keeper for aid in get
ting away from the island. Nei
ther can help her; the priest re
fuses, the lighthouse keeper is un
able. Karin leaves her house one
night and attempts to walk across
the island to the larger village on
the other side. She walks by the
always-active volcano; if she had
courage, she feels, she would
throw herself into the volcano.
Exhausted, tired, depressed,
frightened, she spends the night
on the rocks of the volcano. In
the morning she returns to the
village, for “Karin knows she can
find peace only if she returns to
the village,” the narrator says as
the sun comes shining over the
sea, and Karin walks back to her
home.
In rehashing, the film seems
more effective than it really was.
Miss Bergman’s characterization
though, was oftentimes confusing.
Karin is a woman who desperate
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