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Anita Holmes, Editor
Don Thompson, Business Manager
Lorna Larson, Managing Editor
Ken Metzler, Tom King, Don Smith, Associate Editors
SU Soda Service—Or Lack of It
It’s our building—that Student Union—and if we think ser
vice at the soda bar is not what it should be (and it isn t), it s
our job to find out why.
That “we” includes students employed at the SU students
buying from the SU, and students helping to pay for the SU.
The key to his soda bar problem is more student help, accord
ing to Director Dick Williams. It has been next to impossible
to hire students for the Monday, Wednesday and Friday hours
from 8 to 4.
Volume of business at the bar has already been as high as
the estimated average for the entire year. And—contrary to the
letter appearing elsewhere on this page—busirfess has not been
falling off, records show.
So why don’t we hire more students if quantity is the quest
ion.
Classes conflict with these daytime hours, and students just
aren’t applying for the jobs.
Williams says there has been no complaint on salary, but
we wonder if that isn’t discouraging applicants. Rate of pay
is 70 cents per hour if you sign a contract for the entire term, 60
cents if you don’t finish the term. This will be raised when the
student works his second term.
Salary problems are out of the hands of the Student Union
administration . (Another day—another editorial on Univer
sity pay for student employees.)
Quantity of the crew may not be the question. Maybe it’s the
organization or lack of it, training or the lack of it, experience
or the lack of it.
It’s all these—we think Director Williams will agree. Be
cause of the lack of workers, new inexperienced students have
moved into jobs normally requiring training. With more help,
these few wouldn’t be so rushed and would have time to learn
the soda bar business.
•What about hiring full-time experienced persons outside
the student body?
Two staff members are already working each 8-hour shift be
hind the bar. That should be enough. Student Union salaries
should be going back into student pockets as much as possible.
So—the bosses of the “fishbowl” definitely have their prob
lems. They’re not crying on any shoulders, nor are they prom
ising any immediate solution to this situation common to the
infancy of many student centers.
Nor are we blaming anybody. We’re still coffeying at the
soda bar, still hoping for improved service, and still griping.
Best we use this energy to find six or seven more student
soda-jerks with free hours from 8 to 4. It’s worth a try.
Half a Cup of Poison Can Kill
Two more national fraternities caught up with the times this
past week.
Exhibit one. Alpha Gamma Rho, chose to eliminate all re
strictive clauses from its constitution.
That’s progress. It’s also common sense and sound judgment.
Alpha Gamma Rho isn’t the first fraternity to sweep its clos
et clean of this shameful skeleton, discrimination.
One of the members said half the national college fraternities
still have restrictions. What he meant was that one-half of
them still are germ carriers embodying warped ideas.
That’s one-half too many.
Exhibit two, the Pi Epsilon Pi chapter at the University of
Connecticut, threatens to withdraw from the national if it is
not permitted to pledge a Negro.
That’s progress, too.
That’s what we must have. More progress—less prejudice.
T.K.
THE DAILY
to Wah Chun, international affairs chairman of the YM
CA, who is responsible for the series of foreign student
luncheons which began this week.
THE OREGON LEMON . . .
to Charles C. Ralls, national commander of the Veterans
of Foreign Wars, who objects to l nited Nations flags
being displayed with the Stars and Stripes. He thinks
this is an effort to ‘“sell’ the U nited Nations flag as a
svmbol to supercede the American flag.”
The
Word
©
By
Stan Turnbull
Meet all your friends for a
clay of fun and enjoyment at
the U.S. Recruiting and In
duction Station!
Monday we dragged the
physical shambles that is our
self down to the Armory for
our “armed (we have two)
forces physical examination”
—and just everybody was
down there.
The notice stated that if we
failed to report for the physi
cal as directed, we would be
delinquent and would be im
mediately ordered to report
for induction into the armed
forces, as well as subject to all
sorts of fines and imprisonment.
Just to show them they could
n’t scare us, we were there a half
hour early.
We hope we aren’t giving away
any military secrets or giving aid
and/or comfort to the enemy, but
here’s how it was. The first thing
we did was wait, the last thing
we did was wait, and in between
we waited.
The second thing we did was
listen to about 15 minutes of in
structions on how to write our
names at the tops of several
forms. We filled out the form: no
insanity, rabies, or hangnails in
the family that we could think of.
Then we waited for a while.
Next they brought out several
hypodermics the size of grease
guns and took “samples” of our
blood—among other things. The
guy that “sampled” our blood
took so much we figured he was
planning on refueling the whole
darn army. He remarked gayly
that we had blood about like
water; we pictured ourselves
bleeding to death on some fore
ign battlefield after cutting our
selves shaving.
Everybody was joking about
what proof their blood was—but
they stuck the needle into one
guy and an olive with a toothpick
through it popped into the glass
tube of the hypodermic.
Next was the intelligence test.
Honor system just like at the
University, alternate tests for al
ternate men and guys posted
around the room with machine
guns. Tricky questions like ,“The
general told the men to advance
—he meant (a) stop (b) drop
dead (c) go forward (d) desert.”
Then we marched, through red
lights and traffic—very few were
seriously injured by speeding
cars—to a downtown restaurant,
using the term loosely, for lunch,
using this term just as loosely.
Then back through red lights
and erarnnsr civilians.
The next examination was for
mal ; everybody wore suits. Birth
day variety. Talk about the col
onel's lady and Rosy O’Grady—
(this is a very subtle reference.
We will gladly explain it to you
personally, but not in a family
newspaper.)
Everybody was asked what
branch of service they’d take if
they were given a choice, but we
didn’t like the way they kept
looking at our feet.
Then we all held out our hands
and a guy in a white coat asked
us to count our fingers to see if
any were missing. We managed
to locate roughly ten, give or take
a couple.
Then we waited some more.
Then one at a time we listened
while our selective service rec
ords were read to us, to see if
there were mistakes. There were.
Then we waited a while and went
home.
—-—Matters—:
The Campus Answers
Boomerang—Mr. Reiss
Emerald Editor:
Now wait a minute, Mr. Reiss.
When you wrote about the
snack bar service in the Union,
you mainly attacked Bob Funk
and mainly forgot the snack bar
service. That’s an old trick—but
you don’t get away with it this
time.
Forget your tears for the poor,
tired, weary souls behind the •
counter, Mr. Reiss. Consider the
customer—yes, consider him,
even though you don’t care to.
The guys and gals behind the
counter are paid to work there,
aren’t they ? Mrs. Coffey, the
head of the food service, is paid
for that job, isn’t she ? Dick Wil
liams, the SU director, is paid
for his work, isn’t he ?
Who does the paying? The cus
tomer, Mr. Reiss, and don’t you
ever forget it. And the customer
in this country still has the right
to do business where he pleases.
The Union presumably was
paid for by students to serve stu
dents. If by mismanagement or
less-than-expert help it doesn’t
serve students well—yes, even in
superior fashion—then those stu
dents have a right to gripe and/
or take their business elsewhere.
And a lot of that business HAS
been going elsewhere, hasn’t it,
Mr. Reiss? Or does that make
you happy?
Answer this letter—if you dare
— and we’ll put the finger on
some more places in the Union
that aren..’t functioning as per
haps they should be expected to,
even in this first year.
Bob Cushman.
The Second Cup..9.
On ignorance—a commod
ity that is being dispensed
behind the scenes at some
Universities—
Ignorance, when volun
tary, is criminal—Johnson.
The more we study, we the
more discover our ignorance
—Shelley.
Where ignorance is bliss,
’tis folly to be wise—Gray.
Tahatchope Comes to UO
Emerald Editor:
Something new has been add
ed to the U of O campus. No
doubt most of you are familiar
with Tahatchope, the famous
women’s prison in California.
One could venture to say,
without too much fear of being
wrong, that the rules and regu
lations imposed upon the fresh
men women, are no less bind
ing than those enforced by the
matrons at Tahatchope. These
young women are free mature
citizens and are being unjust
ly subjected to controls and re
strictions ordinarily reserved for
criminals and juvenile delin
quents.
While it is realized that some
must be enforced, it is not un
reasonable to ask that these
women be allowed the same free
dom they enjoyed under their
parent’s control.
It is time that the powers
that be at U of O’ realized that
they are in control of a group
of free American citizens. These
women should be allowed to
meet with the ruling powers, in
order to agree upon a set of
regulations, .that will be satis
factory to all parties concerned.
This is a just and democratic
way of setting up controls up
on the lives of individuals. As
long as we live in America let’s
practice the American way of
life.
An Indignant American
College Student
Generalities on life—
If you can smile when
there is cause to weep, deceit
is easily within your grasp,
should you desire it—Fid
man.
One good hatred is men
tally healthy, since you can
draw out all the poison of the
mind and expend it on one
mental target—Anonyrpous.
It Could Be Oregon
“And remember what I said about elean sportsmanship—don’t u
unless you have to.”
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