*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.
/