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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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The Sickening Thud
And Lost Weekends
by Bab fyv-nk
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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
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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.
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