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About Oregon daily emerald. (Eugene, Or.) 1920-2012 | View Entire Issue (April 20, 1950)
Spring Monkey Wrenches Student wheels are holding back the wheels of progress. The growth of Eugene, indeed of the country, is being stunt ed by negligent students who don’t care, or ambitious students who are too busy to bother. It seems the census takers, five University students for the University krea, are having difficulties. Students selected as samples, are forgetting to fill out forms supplied them. Every fifth, and every 30th, student has been asked to fill out a special form. The information on this form will be con fiderftial. The office of student affairs or the registrar will not be allowed to take a look at the information to see if it checks identically with your University records. Neither will your roommate be able to glance at the form to find out what your middle name is. These forms must be completed immediately, sealed, and re turned to the president of the living organization. It will then be his responsibility to see that it is returned to the census takers. Too many students who have already received these forms are disregarding them. This means that the five University students doubling as census takers will have to sacrifice mid term studying and afternoon sunshine for the U. S. govern ment. One can ask only so much of a fellow student. Spring term is no time to be a rotter. * * * * The. girlpower shortage is becoming acute. At Cincinnati Univer sity, the college newspaper is operating with a male society editor. At another school, on the other hand, there’s a surplus of manpower. The college newspaper is operating with co-editors in chief. All of which goes to show what Oregon has known all along—the country’s campuses need more lassies. # * * * Intramural Pyrotechnics It’s just like old times. Oregon’s Hatfields and McCoys are at it again—which is to say the independents have drawn their six-shooters and are firing away once more at the Greek boys across the hills. Only this time the excitement isn’t about politics. Instead, it concerns intramural golf and tennis, which are a couple of items we didn’t know could stir anyone to excitement. Only the McCoys and Hatfields are exceptions. And there is actu ally something to make a little fuss about although the Greeks don’t happen to be the varmints. It seems the Independent Students Association raised a stink. Something about the schedule and the fact that the in dependents were “discriminated” against. Only independents’ teams, it so happens, composed the first round of the single elimination tennis tournament. About one-third of the inde pendents fell by the wayside after one round; meanwhile, the ranks of the seeded fraternities teams remained intact. Now, that’s all very entangling. But here’s how it happened. After the usual number of teams had been seeded, there were still openings in the seeded brackets. The PE department se lected the remaining teams from a pile of cards from which it was drawing. The bottom cards were all for independent teams, thus forcing them to participate in the first round. It’s as simple as that. The whole matter hinged on the order in which the cards were stacked. However, the ISA does have a valid complaint; measures should be taken to see that a historical accident does not re peat itself. These must be left up to P. R. Washke, professor of physical education, who is presently attending a conference in Dallas, Tex. Any future adjustments must be decided after his return. In any event, it is advisable that some system be adopted in order to clarify the situation. Although the “discrimination” was unintentional, assurances should be made so that its repe tition might be avoided. End of gunsmoke.—T.K. * ♦ * * Mention the word “water” to the foreman of the crew that has been landscaping' Carson Hall this past week, and he will suddenly take on a grim expression. Unpleasant memories will come to him of pitchers, buckets, and bags of the liquid which came plummeting down on him aad another worker at various times this week, from seemingly empty upperstory windows of the new structure. Angry words passed from the crew to the physical plant to the director of dormitories, and from there, we trust, to Carson Hall. SojxUaMQSie Wi&dlxMn The Sickening Thud And Lost Weekends by Bab fyv-nk £ X • £ R C 4 Spring term is going to come to an end with a sickening thud ( or some kind of thud) and no one is going to have studied. For several days in a row now—in fact, for all the days this far in spring term—we have not studied much, and practically everyone else we know engaged in the same sort of inactivity. Spring term activities cause this, we think. It couldn’t be the weather. Or us. First there Avas Easter, which was not any kind of par ticular activity, but' quite noteworthy, just the same. And after Easter there was Duck Preview, which was strenuous to say the least. Our memory of Duck Preview is high lighted by such things as not being able to re member any of the little yuks’ names, and by being asked what one would take at Oregon if one were going to be a psychology major. Nevertheless, we were still alive and kicking on Monday. This next weekend is going to be initiation at the place we live, which is very definitely an activity. Initiation involves banquets and things like that, which are very good tests of one’s endurance, but not too conducive to study. After initiation, in fact, the very next week end we are having a house dance. How we managed to work out such a clever schedule is quite a story, but anyway, we are having this house dance, just to make sure that there are no free weekends when we all might sit around and waste away from boredom. The weekend after the house dance is free, we think, except that the house will probably burn down or something lively like that. At least, we aren’t looking forward to any free time. And the weekend after that? Well, that’s Junior Weekend. After that everything will be fine. After that we will study and do all sorts of admirable things. If, that is, we should live so long. ^Ite Ginemalt Before the Curtain Rises: 'Martha' by Qea*Uj,e Bfielviti I saw a couple of dress re hearsals of “Martha” the last two nights, and as usual things weren’t going too well. However, taking everything into consideration, the opera looks like it might develop into an entertaining evening. Generally, the opera seems pleasing, the costumes are colorful, and the setting elab orate. And the music sounds good enough to me. I he cast has a tendency to glare at the orchestra pit or look straight at the audience, ignoring anyone else on the stage. This, naturally, is a lit tle distracting; but after dress rehearsals this, I hope, ■will smooth out. The opera is also supposed to be in Eng lish ; however the chorus might just as well be sing ing in Italian, because the words are unintelligible. This too, I hope, will be corrected to some extent before the Fri day night opening. A great deal can, and usually does happen, between dress re hearsal and opening night: Tickets for the show are selling rapidly, so if you plan to attend, it would probably be best to reserve your seat now, rather than wait until two hours before curtain the night you want to go. Another type of musical show is being shown at Mac Donald where Betty Grable is teelmicoloring it in "Wa bash Avenue.” Reading the cast—Grable, Victor Mature, and Phil Harris—was enough to make me say ‘‘No, thanks, I've got to study tonight.” But after hearing reports, I’ve learned that Betty can shimmy like no one’s ever shimmied before; and maybe it’s worth an jnvestigation. A film that intrigues me is “East Side, West Side” at the Heilig. That’s the movie in which Barbara Stanwyck plays a lady. I’ve been try ing to convince my roommate that this picture has to be dif ferent than the usual Stan wyck picture—after all, with four co-stars of top caliber and salafiy (James Mason, Van Heflin, Ava Gardner, and Cyd Charisse) Barbara can’t * * kill them all; the studio couldn’t afford it. Spencer Tracy plays an un sympathetic role for a change in “Edward, My Son" at the Lane, with Deborah Kerr co starring. This is the role which all critics leaped at by saying Tracy wasn’t nearly as effective as Robert Morley (who played the role in the stage play), thereby letting all their readers know that they had seen Morley and could appreciate the legiti mate theater. Frankly, I think Tracy does a fine job— but then I never saw Rob ert Morley. Ask any Delta Zeta and she’ll tell you she doesn’t know a thing about the house considering a return to AGS. Ask anybody else and they, probably afflicted with spring term political fever, will give you a knowing look and say “hmmmmmmm.” This can mean almost any thing, depending upon the inflection. But considering the season, and the proximity of elections, it stands to reason something should hap pen somewhere, sometime soon. We wait with interest to see who gets in the first lick—AGS, USA, or the DZs. c . ORKGOX DAIIA EMERALD, published daily during the college year except all Saturdays but Junior weekend, Sunday, holidays, final examination periods, Monday pre ceding Junior weekend in May, and the last Thursday in May by the Associated Students, University of Oregon. Entered as second class matter at the postoffice, Eugene, Oregon. Opinions expressed in editorials are those of the writer, and do not claim to represent the oomions of the ASUO or of the University. Initialed editorials are written by associate editors. Unsigned editorials are written by the editor. 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