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About Oregon daily emerald. (Eugene, Or.) 1920-2012 | View Entire Issue (Oct. 6, 1950)
Oregon Daily (EMERALD The Oregon Daily Emerald, published daily during the college year except all Saturdays but Tunior Weekend, Sundays, holidays, final examination periods, and the Monday preced Tunior Weekend in May by the Associated Students of the University of Oregon. En tefedTs second class matte? at the postoffice, Eugene, Oregon. Subscription rates: $o per BC*Opimons’expressed^tmTfihe’ editoHaT'page are those of the. writer and do not pretend to represent the opinions of the ASUO or of the University. Initialed editorials are written by the associate editors. Unsigned editorials are written by the editor. Anita Holmes, Editor Don Thompson, Business Manager Lorna Larson, Managing Editor We're Bigger than a Cigaret It took a hypercritical eye to find the cigaret held by an Ore gon freshman pictured in the society section of last bunday s Oregonian. But the evil weed was there. And so was this letter in Wed nesday’s Oregonian: “To the Editor: Although not a prude nor a prissy, I can't help expressing regret that in The bunday Oregonian appeals a picture of five University of Oregon girls at the Student Un ion, one of whom poises the ubiquitous cigaret. (Big word means “always present.”) “The girls are under age and hence have no legal right to smoke or buy cigarets and the university does wrong if it con dones such offenses. My daughter will not go there for one. “Mrs. Margaret Dolson, 1542 W. Salmon Street. ’ Our immediate reactions: Shrug—and decide the letter was written by a Beaver eager to cut our enrollment. Reason—and bet ten to one the Portlander had learned to smoke before her first week at the University when this picture was taken. Condemn Mrs. Dolson—and all others of her stripe who nar rowly judge our University for such an insignificant incident. Mrs. Dolson’s daughter is welcome to Oregon—but not if she’s going to weigh one cigaret above the true values of a a great university. Hands in a Fishbowl ... 1500 Yipes! Only 1500 tickets for the OSC game in Portland? Right—but before you start crying on each other’s shoulders remember that it is Oregon State’s home game, that it is on a Thanksgiving weekend, and that 1500 tickets have been the number allowed the opposite school by the University and by OSC for some years past. If you really want a ticket to the game, you can enter your name for the drawing to be held next week. Every student has an equal chance to have a ticket reserved for him—no student is privileged above another (except for the Order of the O, which receives the privilege of buying tickets to the game by order of the ASUO Executive Council, because the O men are going to be on duty at the game.) Two years ago we held such a drawing, and 380 people who had tickets reserved for them didn’t show up to buy the tick ets after “winning” in the drawing. Even if you aren’t one of the lucky 1500—you may win a., ticket for $5. And if the demand for tickets is really great, the athletic department and ASUO will probably renew attempts to get a larger allotment of student tickets from OSC. So, things are not bright by any means—but neither are they completely black. Good luck in next week’s drawing.—D.S. Political Grains of Salt From now until the general election Nov.-7 is the time to keep the eyes anil ears open, politically speaking. For it’s a time not to believe everything you see or hear. Poli ticians (the word is used in its nastiest sense) are going to say things which often are more fanciful than factual. It’s easy to distort political issues. One technique is simply to withhold some of the facts. Everybody is familiar with the propaganda devices—glittering generalities, card stacking and so forth. But that’s no reason for not listening to what the men who seek political office have to say. Weigh their statements; com pare and contrast them with what others say. Then make your own decision. And vote! But remember—the grain of salt.—K.M. THE DAILY 'JT' . . . ... to Tom Barry, for calling off his first University night at Wil lamette park when it conflicted with an all-campus event, the Bunion Derby. THE OREGON LEMON . . . ... to the fellow in the second row who clipped his finger nails during the first half-hour of class Thursday morning. —Tl»" Word= — -^ Forsake Self-Respect, Pals, Sar.ity, But Worship Great God Activity =-= .- ■ ^From Stan Tumbulh (Columnist’s note: The fol lowing was written with the in tention 'of softening it a little, later. It just didn’t seem pos sible to change the text itself and still give the desired im pression; so let it be stated here that there are exceptions, not many, to the following. Publications, some aspects of student government, and the major work on dances—but not the sideshows—are the major exceptions. This is about activi ties. Names are fictitious, but most incidents are real enough.) Hurry, hurry, hurry! It’s activity season. Get your petitions in now, before it’s too late and you miss your chance to work your fool head off on some committee that someone else will be chosen chairman of but you’ll probably be fool enough to work on anyway. Yes, you too should get into activities. More people should get into activities. Why? Well, because they’re so active, that’s why. It’s a heckuva situation where •> "" inirhnir-n” -t- ^ so many relatively sane, only normally-overworked students are failing to take advantage of the many opportunities to neg lect their studies and go hell bent for nowhere in particular. This is what is known as “get ting into activities.” Don’t fail to miss it. It takes more than just your irrational decision to sacrifice study time and good sense in order to worship at the shrine of the great god Activity. Oh, much, much more. For note: One-hundred and thirteen petitions have been re ceived by a certain directorate of a certain campus building, all applying for positions on six (6) standing committees. Yes, you can get into activities, but there are literally hundreds of slaver-mouthed students also pounding on the gate. You must have determination. You must also have friends. This is not a cynical observa tion; it is a fact. Life is like that everywhere. Who are you to Campus critic Local Theater Addicts Drugged by Mediocrity By Don Smith The type of movie that shows in Eugene is some times rather startling. Other towns occasionally get a bunch of completely bad movies, or sometimes a bunch of completely good movies (very seldom). But Eugene gets a bunch of completely mediocre movies. A new experience in movie plots is “Destination Moon,” at the Mac. This first intelli gent approach to a trip to the moon is supposedly several degrees better than the aver age serial-approach to the same subject. The film stays reasonably well within the bounds of possibility—if you have a good imagination. Paired with this is “The Golden Gloves Story,” which is film ed periodically — the new touch in this one is Tony Zale. Best chance to take would probably be the Heilig, where “The Happy Years,” is play ing. Even if it isn’t all the ads make it seem (and what pic ture is?) there is Cary Grant and Jose Ferrer in the co feature, “Crisis,” which is also one of those neither-good nor-bad-but-thev-tried affairs. mere are two action pic tures at the Rex—“The Black Rose,” with Tyrone Power and Orson Welles running around dramatically with swishing capes; and “The Kid From Texas,” which is not basically differ ent than “The Kid From Ar kansas,” “The Kid From Cal ifornia,” “The Kid From New Mexico,” or “The Kid From Santa Fe.” And if you really want to know the answer to “Hitler, Dead or Alive?” you might try the Lane. You can motor out to the Eugene Drive-In and watch Glen Ford and Valli climb “The White Tow er.” fight a system as big as that? You need not have any talent. Particularly scholastic talent, which might even be a hindrance, tending to distract you from acti vities and into the forbidden field of study. If perchance your grades should drop below a cer tain faculty-specified point, your activity-type friends will not think less of you, and soon you will probably be back in big activity positions. As for other types of talent, it probably won’t actually hurt you if you happen to have it, but don’t count on it to get you anywhere—it may and it may not. The real talent you need is a boundless energy to be used in working yourself to exhaus tion doing something that no body would miss if you didn’t do. And what is the ultimate re ward? Well, your friends may be momentarily impressed if you ultimately become a “wheel” but don’t kid yourself that you’ve impressed anyone else. They’re either jealous of you for beating them out of some insane posi tion, or they don’t give a natur al doggone. But activities are fine. They’re worth it all. You may find out things about people you’ll re gret knowing the rest of your life. The Second Cup Men have discoursed on many things—and rain has not escap ed their discourse. It never rains hut it pours—• _ English proverb. (Editorial com ment: True!) Nature, like man, sometimes weeps for gladness—Disraeli. Even the dry states get wet notions when it rains—Anony mous. The best thing to do when it is raining is just what they do in Council Bluffs when it rains. Let it rain—Unclaimed. ' Well, you might say I'm going to school on the 'GJ. bill'— -M my ex-husband is a veteran,"