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About Oregon daily emerald. (Eugene, Or.) 1920-2012 | View Entire Issue (April 20, 1950)
Saucers Real? Maybe, Local Authority Says Hugh J. Pruett, astronomer for the extension division, said recently that “too many responsible people had reported seeing flying saucers whose words couldn’t be doubted.” A boy called him up Tuesday and excitedly told him about a very graceful obpect which he believed to be a flying saucer which “had suddenly gone out like a light.” Many of the rumors about flying saucers, Mr. Pruett said, turn out to be sandhill cranes, seagulls, or stars. Two years ago even the planet Venus was suspected . However, airplane pilots and other people, among them Henry Taylor, the radio columnist, have reported viewing the objects. Some think the government is trying some kind of experiment. Mr. Pruett writes for 19 papers and 5 radio stations as well as teaching in the University Exten sion Service and working in an observatory. E. G. Ebbinghausen, professor of physics, gave as his opinion that no really concrete evidence of the existence of flying saucers has been found. He says that it is probably some kind of an illusion, for it is easy to mistake natural objects for un latural ones. He added that the Air Force conducted an investiga tion and so far their report has Jisclosed no actual evidence. Sosh Session (Continued f rom page seven) way, we decided to upset tradition and name a male for the “Eligible” title. The lucky lad is Beta Sopho more George McMath! Seems that George hasn’t shared female com panionship on a date since before Thanksgiving, which, in his case, is a tremendous endurance record. Fraternity brothers recently inves tigated his brand of soap but coo'd find no solution for the situation. Come on girls—bring George out of his shell—Beta house number is 4-4241. TODAY S STAFF Assistant Managing Editor: Norm Anderson Desk Editor: Gretchen Grondahl Copy Desk: Helen Jackson, Tom King, Gale Sheldon NIGHT STAFF Night Editor: Mary Hall Night Staff: Sarah Turnbull, Margaret Phelps, Jean Lovell, Dick Thompson * * $ Ji Why the last thing in the world you could call me is a snob—I despise snobsl That’s just the trouble, Mister, a lot of people are snobs and don’t know it! Not me—I'm a good American. Why, my people . . . See what I mean—never mind your people. It’s you we’re talking about. I don't get itl Okay, what kind of day did you have? Baivl out any waiters? Give any dirty looks? And when you got on to politics at lunch did you start picking any race apart— make a few cracks about someone’s religion? You see, that’s where the trouble starts. Well, I-I uh . . . Look, Mister, nobody is saying that you mean to be in tolerant—but every time you make a crack like that you are hurting your country’s unity. I never thought of that. Say—who are you anyway? Your conscience. i Accept or reject people 1 on their individual worth