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In Time of Crisis, Swift Action
The United Nations forces delivered a trip-hammer blow to
the back-pedaling North Koreans this past weekend—and it’s
lethal punch was something more than ordinary. It was double
barreled.
While with one stroke demanding immediate surrender,
with another South Korean armies ripped past the now-famous
38th parallel, intent upon speeding the North’s decision to
come to terms.
This double-rapier stab over the weekend signalled one of
More important—it accentuated a United States military
policy which has ben followed since the first day hostilities
began : swift action in time of crisis.
For, whatever may be said against this nation’s fumble-the
ball foreign policy, its military policy has been sure-fingered
and sharp. Had it been otherwise the United States, and con
sequently the United Nation’s, prestige and power would have
suffered. ... . .
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Recall the opening day ot the Korean coninci.
States troops opened fire before the UN decision was made
supporting that action. A delay by this country would have re
sulted in a substantial loss of stature in the eyes of other freedom
minded nations. It meant, simply, that the United States was
bent on protecting all liberty-loving nations no matter what
their size or what the cost.
Similarly, Sunday’s action in crossing the 38th emphasized
that policy: the United States does not intend to do a half-way
job in halting Communism; it is prepared to pay the price.
Once again the United States is vindicated in the eyes of the
rest of the non-Communist world.—T.K.
...And thelSpokesman Still Speaks
“Life without newspapers
would be mouldy.”
Although that sounds like
a college Joe’s statement, it
comes from Bernard Baruch
on the occasion of National
Newspaper Week which be
gins today across the country.
Herbert Hoover believes
that if we ever lose that free
dom of the press, “it will mark
the fall of everything America
has stood for over two cen
turies.”
President Truman is sure
the American press “will con
tinue to see that the people re
ceive the truth.”
And we want to use a couple
of Truman’s words of yester
year to show that our press is
still free.
Remember when he was
“politicking” across the great
Western states . . . and when
he angrily denounced the Spo
kane Spokesman-Review as
one of the two worst news
papers in the United States?
Then he relaxed again in the
President’s chair with all its
power and prestige. President
or no, the Spokesman contin
ued to opose him.
Opposition or no, it contin
ues daily to hit the streets of
the Inland Empire.
Can you imagine Pravda—
if J. Stalin tabbed it “one of
the two worst newspapers in
the USSR”—circulating daily
on the streets of Moscow!
Survival of the Fattest
So far we’ve survived the Student Union.
We’ve never had to use the hacksaw that someone advised
us to carry when using the new SU elevator. We haA en t fainted
yet from hunger while waiting for service at the soda bai.
But there was one thing that almost stumped us. It’s the
new butter dispenser in the cafeteria.
Now, this gadget is really quite simple. Just place your slice
of bread into the machine, flick a switch and presto . ..
That's what we did. Nothing happened. The man who stands
by the machine and explains how it works said he wasn t sur
prised. He said lie’s more surprised when it does work.
But we tried it again. Still no soap—but on the third try,
three slabs of butter came out. For this we had to pay 4 cents
extra.
We may give up butter altogether. It’s fattening.—K.M.
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THE DAILY
without a question to Robert Wagner, Oregon’s new band
director, who did the school proud in 1 ortlaud Satuiday.
THE OREGON LEMON . . .
to the groundskeeper who should repair the co\ er on that
hazardous hole near the walk leading into the infirmary’s
side door. A misstep, and the visitor becomes the patient.
The
Word
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From
Stan Turnbull
“I’ve borrowed your suit
and I’ve decided you’re loan
ing me your car tonight, be
cause I have a big date Suzy
told that lout of a Rho Dam
mit Rho that she was leaving
town, so she could go out with
me—and you better pick up
my books and my sweater and
shoes and the stuff I ve left
around the room, it look’s like
the devil! I probably won’t be
in till 3 and I’m going to be as
noisy as I darn well please,
and don’t give me any lip
about it tomorrow.”
Th,ere. If you frequently tell
your roommate things such as
this, stop for a moment. For a
couple of moments. Take a per
sonal inventory or something. It
is just possible that you may be
an “undesirable roommate.
(Heaven forbid).
That little imaginary conversa
tional gem isn’t just something
we thought up. Don’t take our
word', or the word of thousands of
doctors from coast to c o a s t
listen to the eight points listed by
the “College Board” (150 students
from coast to coast) of the “Going
-to-College Handbook” as making
up an undesirable roommate:
(1) Thinks chiefly of self; (2)
makes unreasonable demands; (3)
betrays confidences; (4) borrows
without asking; (5) leaves things
scattered around; (6) argues
heatedly; (1) is nosey—and noisy;
(8) comes in late and wakes
everybody up; (9) is too solitary
—or too sociable.
The publicity release sent out by
the Outlook Publishers of Rich
mond, Va., told just about every
thing about the Going-to-College
Handbook except how to obtain a
copy of this 60-page epic.
But if you think the undesirable
robin mate is revolting, let’s take
a look at the typical conversation
of the doormat that the handbook
considers a “good roommate”:
“What, my radio is bothering
your singing in the shower ? I’ll
turn it right off. And won’t you
use my room tonight for your bull
session ? I can go to the library to
study for my midterm. I picked up
all the stuff you threw around the
room last night when you came in
just a mite lubricated, and I don’t
care if you did throw a rock at the
front of the Student Union—I’ll
tell ’em I did it. I’m going to be in
bed by 9 o’clock as usual, but
make all the noise you like; I
wouldn’t want you to be incon
venienced. And I certainly think
my brand new suit looks well on
you!”
Here we see in action, examples
of the 9 points for all “good”
little roommates: (1) is consider
ate (about lights, radio, use Of
room, ete.); (2) respects person
al property and privacy; (3) is
loyal; (4) goes at least half-way;
(5) helps keep a neat room; (6)
can discuss controversial ques
tions without getting ruffled;
(7) makes reasonable adjust
ments; ( 8) keeps reasonable
hours; (9) cultivates a cheerful
disposition.
Now at first thought, you
wouldn't figure anyone would
want to be a bad roommate, but
there’s certainly not much choice
between that and being a good one.
We don’t have any idea what
course the rest of you are going to
follow, but as for us, we'll just
take a mild dose of death first.
o-' the IdJeeh **
Salient Scene at Oregon
History would have a tougher time this week than last. It was
easy to see that opening of the Student Union was registration week’s
“Salient Scene at Oregon.”
If the VVebfoots had won yesterday—we would have recorded that
score for posterity. But . . .
Instead, we’ll take 12:30 to 1:30 Friday afternoon and turn it Over
to history. Thousands of student were taking off for Portland. Many
were making final plans for rides.
There may have been an athletic card or two borrowed during that
Friday hour. And an afternoon class may have suffered slight loss of
numbers.
This was not rally time on the campus. That had been taken care
of Thursday morning at the first assembly—a scene of the week in it
self. There we heard a question oft-repeated during the weekend . . .
“aren’t we-going to have women on the rally squad?”
Neither was this studyshrdlu 7EAOIN SHRDLU RARAKARA
library’s reference room showed five or six genuine students ignoring
the outer world of fun and football.
It was beginning of a weekend, end of a week, prelude to tunes
when many more than five or six would be ignoring the outer world
from recesses of the libe.
THE MILLRACE: AN OLD REFRAIN
“The millrace is flowing again. From now on it will flow
without interruption.”
Such a phrase, we think, would be a fitting epitaph if in
scribed on the headgates.
Assurance that the in-again-out-again waterway is here to
stay was uttered Thursday by the Eugene city manager, Ore^
E. King. We hope that Mr. King’s statement doesn’t leave him
open for the horselaugh.
Neither Mr. King, however, nor any other official responsi
ble for keeping the race in “running” order can be held account
able for the trials and tribulations it has undergone in the last
five years.
Disaster first struck through the hand of God back in 1945
when a flood crumbled the retaining walls.
For four years nothing was done to restore the site of the
famous canoe fete of Junior Weekend. In the spring of 1949,
interest was aroused again.
A Millrace association was formed, citizens of Eugene voted
to put up $25,000, students at the University agreed to match
it, and proposed plans for restoration of the stream got regular
play in the Emerald.
Last fall we finally got our. millrace—for awhile. The heat
ing plant had to run pipes under the channel; out goes the
water. It came back in for Junior Weekend just long enough
for the frosh to throw the sophomores in, then out again.
There were threats that it would come back again during
the summer, but between the Highway department and a con
tractor who had trouble digging a basement, it didn’t.
Now it’s back again. We know that for sure because its re
turn was heralded at one house by a christening—with no less
than six of its members being used as champagne bottles. Be
sides, the rest of the house was interested in knowing the depth
of the thing,
Again we’re hearing “it’s here to stay.” All we can do is
just watch and hope. After all, 50,000 bucks is an investment
one should expect returns on !—Bill Frye.
It Could Be Oregon
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