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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
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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,"