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the associate editors. Unsigned editorials are written by the editor.
Anita Holmes, Editor
Don Thompson, Business Manager
Lorna Larson, Managing Editor
Ken Metzler, Tom King, Don Smith, Associate Editors
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News Editor: Norman Anderson
Assistant News Editor: Jackie Pritzen
Chief Night Editor: Mary Hall
Wire Editor: John Barton
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Spark That Set the Frosh Afire
A group of “very dissatisfied” freshmen women wrote to the
Emerald Monday that they want to be treated as young adults
rather than juvenile delinquents.
Columnist Fidman today rouses these freshmen women to
“throw off your chains—arise.”
Rumblings of dissension are heard from Carson Hall—both
from freshmen and upperclass residents.
And half the campus is asking why the first-year women are
so irate.
Today we’ll aim at objectivity and try to answer the “why.”
A committee composed of five sorority women and five dor
mitory women—all leaders in their respective living organiza
tions—met last week to make uniform rules for all freshmen
women on the campus.
These rules—the crux of the controversy—are:
Freshman women will remain in the dormitories Sunday
through Thursday nights, except for recognized cultural
events or when special permission is given. This cuts out week
nigl;t coke dates.
Pledges will be allowed to eat dinner at their houses every
first and third Monday, staying there until 10 p.m. to avoid
disturbing dormitory studying. If dormitory meetings or study
hours aren’t missed, pledges can go to their houses for dinner
and lunches any time.
Pledges will be allowed to spend one weekend per term at
their houses, over and above the three allowed off-campus
weekends. These may be spent at the sorority.
Sororities will use their pledges for Junior Weekend (with
the exception of the all-campus sing), and intramural sports.
Build a Bigger Boxcar
One of Oregon’s biggest issues in this year’s political cam
paign is the freight car shortage.
But it’s more than a political football. It is a very real short
age that threatens Oregon’s vital lumber industry. Huge stock
piles of lumber exist at almost every sawmill in Western Ore
gon. Reduced production schedules and layoffs of lumbermen
exist throughout the state.
There are several reasons for the shortage, which reportedly
is the worst in the history of the Northwest.
One is the fact that the lumber industry in Oregon is produc
ing more. The Southern Pacific company claims it is breaking
all records moving lumber out of the Northwest.
However, lumbermen counter with figures to show that
fewer cars are being supplied. They also claim they are being
discriminated against and threaten legal action.
Relief from the present shortage is expected by the SP some
time in November. In the meantime, producers are going to
have to manage with only 15 to 25 per cent of their require
ments being supplied. More freight cars have been ordered, the
SP says. But it takes time to build them.
Both Oregon’s lumber industry and the Southern Pacific
company must look ahead to next year to prevent a similar
shortage which threatens the life blood of Oregon’s economic
structure.—K.M.
THE DAILY
goes to the Eugene-Universitv Civic Music Association
for bringing Pianist Artur Rubinstein here Saturday
night. Students seldom have an opportunity to hear such
an artist.
THE OREGON LEMON . . .
goes to the PA announcer at the OSC-Stanford game in
Corvallis Saturday. He gave this as the final score of the
contest here: Montana 21, Oregon 13.
The Second Cup
On ships—She walks the wat
ers like a thing of life, and
seems to dare the elements to
strife—Byron.
On sheep—A leap year is
never a good sheep year—Old
English Saying.
On shapes—She walketh the
terrain,' a warm thing of life,
and someone walketh close be
hind—Anonymous.
On and on—Eat, drink and be
merry, for tomorrow ye diet—■
Beymer.
. . . And a few thought provok
ers: To be trusted is a greater
comj^iment than to be loved —
MacDonald.
When we have not what we
love, we must love what we have
—Bussy-Rabutin.
Anger blows but the lamp of
the mind. In the examination of a
great and important question
every one should be serene, slow
pulsed, and calm. Ingersoll.
Whoever serves his country well
has no need of ancestors. Voltaire.
===== Sky’s The Limit- “
'Columnist's Manifesto
Given to Frosh Women
By Sam Fidman
The first guaranty of equal
suffrage to women in the Unit
ed States was contained in the
Act of 1869 of the Territorial
Legislature of Wyoming.
That was nice for the women
of Wyoming—and ultimately
for women throughout the land.
However, here at the University
of Oregon, where it is a long
time between “firsts” there is
some attempt to gain national
recognition by limiting the per
sonal liberties of the female
populace.
Latest reports indicate that
the situation that has been
thrust upon University of Ore
gon freshmen women—whereby
their simplest social activity
has been withdrawn—is being
dealt with. The ruling will prob
ably be beaten to death by pub
lic opinion, and eventually with
drawn.
Re: Hash
Don't Wait Up, Mother;
My Coke Is On The Way
By Bob Funk
Dante and Virgil were a couple
of literary gentlemen who, in the
former’s “Divine Comedy”, made
a progress through such well peo
pled regions as purgatory and the
inferno. We wish to state right
now that Dante missed a real bet
in the way of unpleasant-places
to-visit by being born too soon to
witness the most wonderful tor
ture meted out the patrons of the
Student Union soda bar.
No—we are not going to criti
cize the architecture of the place.
We are not going to haul out that
rather over-worked idea that the
music bn the classical section of
the Erb juke box would be classi
cal only in a skating rink. The
part that interests Dante and us
is the bar itself—and the accom
panying torture.
This is the way it works.
You arrive at the bar—that is,
if you just don’t give a durn and
have three or four hours to waste,
too— to find that there is a large
section apparently free of custo
mers. False hopes. This section is
adorned by a sign stating “This
Section Closed.” On the other
side is another large sectipn, also
closed. In the middle, about two
yards of bar are open for (if
you’ll pardon the word) business.
There are two hundred persons
sort of knotted up in the two
yards.
Behind the counter a young
lady is looking wistfully kitchen
ward, saying, “I certainly wish
they would bring out some glass
es. We haven’t had any glasses in
three hours, and I get so tired of
serving people cbffee when they
asked for cokes.” Another young
lady is attempting to figure out
who ordered a cheeseburger.
“Someone must have ordered
this cheeseburger,” she moans.
“It was ordered last week, but I
can remeber the order as if it
were just yesterday.”
This goes on for a long time.
Several hours later you get wait
ed on, if you have a good consti
tution and can stand the horrible
pressure of all the hundreds of
persons behind you.
We might end this diatribe
right here with a bitter sob, but
we have more to say. In regards
to payment. No place is such
unusual prices charged as at the
Student Union. You pay four and
one-half cents, five pesos and two
rupees for coffee. If you order a
soda, you get back twenty pen
nies in change and a chance on a
straw (drawing to be hejd in
robm 310, Thursday evening).
Are we bitter ? Little, sweet old
us? Hah! Are we EVER bitter.
Note to our professors: yes, we
missed our classes yesterday
morning. We ordered a cup of
coffee at the soda bar, and felt
committed to stay until three
that afternoon, when we were
served a green river with two
cubes of ice.
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We would here like to add
impetus to that beating by set
ting the bludgeon in motion.
Therefore, we will set down
the “Columnist’s Manifesto.”
If suitable action is not taken
to relieve the oppression, arise;
throw off your chains—but
come what may, get those mid
dle-of-the-weelc coke dates back.
The U. O. M. (University of
Oregon Monastary) will be turn
ing out hardened criminal wom
en by the sophomore year.
Let’s face facts. Yon fresh
man wenches in yon Carson
tower are going to get mid
week evening dates no matter
what regulations are set down.
It has been going on here since
before way back when—and that
is one heckuva long way back.
Let this gathering of legisla
tors who were responsible «*r
the frosh femme persecution
speed merrily to the Oregon
coast and set down a rule where
by the tide is forbidden to come
in.
Tides coming in and girls go
ing out are two natural pheno
mena—(the moon affects them
both) and they cannot be stop
ped except by severe enforce
ments of the rule—and that is
where totalitarianism sets m; at
any rate, that is where Oregon’s
enrollment will suffer greater
slashes—.Also, you may be able
to lead a horse to water, but
that is where he becomes a
horse of a different stable.
The incoming gals are paying
board and room rates—and they
are supposed to receive a little
moral and study guidance as
sort of a tossed in item. We are
arriving at the situation where
the cart is pulling the ox—and
where the devil is your progress
in a hook-up like that.
But maybe it is a good idea to
let the cart pull the ox for a while
—or just release the ox and let
the cart roll by itself. The frosh
gals—who are deprived creatures
in question—should approach
the source of their aggravation—
and students are not that source.
It Could Be Oregon •
"I'd better say good-niie, Elsie Mae—I think some of the other boy^^C
in the house wanna use th' phone."