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About Oregon daily emerald. (Eugene, Or.) 1920-2012 | View Entire Issue (April 21, 1950)
*JUe StjfUwel Gaxfe They Only Look Innocent inf Stan ^ututlutU Reading' recently in Time about me chanical brains and such-like somehow reminded us that Oregon’s own contri bution to the cavalcade of scientific wonders is about due to make it s an nual showing. Freshmen won’t have met up with ’em, and others with short memories may have forgotten—so take warning, weather indicates that the campus lawn sprinklers are about to make their year ly effort at proving that machine is smarter than man. Like a lot of the young things stroll ing the quad in cotton dresses, they jusf look innocent ... the sprinklers, we mean ... but they have a nifty bag of shifty tricks all ready to use in trying to douse you. Number one, the favorite, will fool all tout the most cautious : the sprinkler seems to be swinging away from you in a very orderly circle and you’re feeling rather clever walking just behind it as it swings around, when the roof falls in —the blamed thing stops dead in its tracks and then backs up and gives you the business. No warning. That s num ber one. Number two isn't quite as tricky, but you can just get as wet. T his one con sists simply of banking a shot off a handy tree and giving you that freshly laundered look. Number three is a vari ation of the first, where the devilish de vice sits still and watches you until you make your move, then starts off after you; fast footwork may save you from this one. That just about exhausts its reper toire, but it mixes them up pretty clev erly, so watch it. While we’re at it, did you notice the little choke at the very top of the page in yesterday’s Emerald that read fwe girls will sing the lead in story in sports section?” Well, they can twy, but the meter is pretty hard to follow and the lyrics are pretty poor . .. j}uit sum Now it's Relays by Vic tf-nyel The high school kids from Duck Pre view are gone—but look out, here they come again! This time it’s for the 13th annual Hayward Track and Field Re lays today and tomorrow on Hayward field. This makes three times in five weeks that the prepsters have hit the campus for one event or another. It was just five weeks ago today when the state basketball tourney had its semi-final eliminations. Speaking of Duck Preview, one rea son for the much-smaller-than-expect ed registration was not that the high school seniors weren’t here, but that they didn’t register. One campus of ficial estimated that there were up wards of 150 of the visitors who stayed at fraternity houses and never register ed at Johnson hall. It seems that a few houses wanted to do a little premature rushing to favored seniors, so invited them to stay at the house without registering. Registering would have given the houses that abid ed by the rules a chance to draw the names of those guests. Officials said that most of the houses involved in the skulduggery were known, and that plans were being made to prevent a re currence of it next year—probably by rigidly enforcing registration of visi tors. A note to persons who find it neces sary to phone someone at the Vets Dorm: Hold the phone just a few sec onds longer. No one is assigned to phone duty and many rooms are quite a ways from the phone. It’s rather dis concerting to get up from a desk, walk down the hall, and find that the party on the other end has hung up after the fourth or fifth ring. Remember, the tel ephone company recommends that you wait a full minute before hanging up. A new complaint just heard on the Greek-Independent relations: Was it just accident that the dorms were pair- ^ ed together and the Greek houses ditto for the Frosli picnic this weekend? Agreed, Gentlemen? Sitting in classrooms on warm spring days is bad enough un der any circumstances, and while wistfully gazing out the win dow yesterday afternoon looking at the old campus, something came to mind—Junior Weekend Saturday. Not having Saturday classes ourselves, we felt pretty lucky. But thinking of those who do have them, we suddenly had a surging feeling of care for our fellow student. Classes will be held this Junior Weekend Saturday, accord ing to the class schedule. Naturally a good number of students, and professors, are counting on cuts that morning. But how much better it would be if there was just some sort of agree ment made whereby professors wouldn’t expect to hold class that one morning, and students wouldn’t expect to go to classes that morning. Such a gentleman’s agreement would certainly be approved by the psychology department, always in favor of easing situations which might cause guilt complexes. And of course the nicest thing of all would be if the adminis tration would pass down an edict saying no classes on Junior Weekend Saturday—we’re sure it would meet with student ap proval. Oh, Oh - Old Oregon This last issue of Old Oregon is almost immoral. Perhaps Editor Jim Wallace put his all into the April issue, which was his final publication after being editor for two years. On the cover is a picture of young love in springtime, with campus boy and campus girl lounging on the old campus. The only trouble being, campus girl is married, but not to the camp us boy in the picture. What does campus husband and the Of fice of Student Affairs think about that? But the crowning touch came inside Old Oregon, with the brown-tone first page of the supplement. Here in 36 pt. type is blazoned: “Preparation for Achievement ... at the Univer sity of Oregon.” Pictured immediately under this is campus boy and campus girl (not the same couple, this girl is unmar ried) sitting on an old campus bench. The girl is sitting on the very edge of the bench, and though smiling, looks like she may be ready to run at the next move the boy makes. Which makes us wonder: What kind of achievement is that boy preparing for? And is this the sort of thing that we should show to the high school vistors who come to our campus? Perhaps Jim Wallace realized by the time this issue was pub lished he would be far away from the campus, with degree *in hand. * * * * There’s no longer any doubt. The millenium has arrived. When Alburey Castell, head of the philosophy department, handed back test papers to his Phil 323 class it created quite a few raised eyebrows. It seems everyone made an 'A'; or, as Castell said, "100 per cent of the class made 100 per cent.” However, bad luck, kiddies, it’s too late to add courses. Wild Note*. Curb Sitting and the Constitution /up rlfou*Uf Those of us who have glanced over the new proposed ASUO constitution find that it should make a much more representative and functional body of our student government. It is something that should make the entire student-body attend the polls. A 50 per cent participation by the ASUO is needed to bring the new constitution into effect, and that is more than can be simply accomplished by the Grecian “regimentation.” Another inexpensive form of recreation is meeting with fine success on the campus. We speak of that popular new pastime, “curb sit ting.” The requirements are few—mainly, a good background and an eye for a differential. The first show of strength by the “curb sit ting” group was in its action of maintaining the Junior Weekend float parade instead of reviving the age old canoe fete. Incidentally, don’t buy your Junior Prom tickets until the name of the band that’s coming to play at this place is announced. .. j The following information was not put on page one in order to allow this column a chance for another news scoop. Next Wed nesday, Apr. 26 in the University library browsing room at 4 p.m. there will be an in formal discussion with recorded examples by Fred Young, critique le jazz hotte. We’ll ma neuver through the dixie, swing, and modern eras. With a few notes from Milhaud, Bar tok, and the like. Wednesday, April 26th at 4 p.m. in the browsing room. There'll be no late fee. . .«j On the Aisi Hits and Runs Outdoing Soap Operas It4f> Ma/Uif WeUgti&i As so often is the case after a long drought, rain finally conies in a deluge. In a smart and subtile way, we are referring to a certain radio situation that has cropped up around these parts. Seems that until this year, Eugene was iso lated as far as baseball broadcasts were con cerned. We were lucky to get the Oregon home games, and if the night was free from any atmospheric pressure we could hear the Beavers up in Portland. On a clear evening, when the smudge pots did not clog the air wavs, a Sacramento station brought us the doings of that city's Pacific Coast League en try. That was all we got last year. Now with the major league season but three days old. we find ourselves deluged with baseball. At 10:15 in the morning, KRUL in Corvallis brings us one major league tilt. La ter in the afternoon, we get another via KO RE. KOAC still beams the Oregon battles. And now KERO has contracted to air the ac tion of the Eugene team in the Far West lea gue. The people most affected by this plethora of America's favorite game are. with the ex ception of baseball fanatics, the local house wives. Instead of young internes, girl law yers, and other assorted soap opera perform ers, they now must go through the day’s chores with hit and run plays, infield shifts, and other assorted diamond moves of strat egy. Local males will soon be suffering the same fate that has befallen many of their fel low countrymen. Suppertime conversation will sound like this : “You should have heard the ball game to day. In the sixth, the batter catches the third baseman playing a couple steps too close up the line, and he pushes one up the alley.” “Hows that again dear?” This last from the male half. “Anyhow”, she continues,” he legs it to first. The next hitter catches on to a hook that hangs, and puts it through the slot . . . By that time Papa is wishing he were back in the days when good old gossip was the din ner time fare. The possibility of three or four baseball broadcasts per night has, we believe, been popularly received. It is something new in the local picture, and for a while should draw a good share of listeners, at least on campus. At least we can devote our evenings to things other than trying to break through the smudge pots to pick up Sacramento. /