Oregon daily emerald. (Eugene, Or.) 1920-2012, November 02, 1950, Page 2, Image 2

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The Oreoch Daily Emerald, published Monday through Friday during the college year
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,vnres«ed on the editorial page are those of the writer and do not pretend tc
re^sent the opinions of the ASUO. or of the University. Initialed editorials are written bj
the associate editors. Unsigned editorials are written by the editor.
Anita Holmes, Editor
Don Thompson, Business Manager
Lorna Larson, Managing Editor
Barbara Williams, Advertising Manager
Tom King, Ken Metzler, Don Smith, Associate Editors
Assistant Editor: Sam Fidman
News Editor: Norman Anderson
Wire Editor: John Barton
Sports Editor: Pete Cornacchia
Assistant Managing Editors: Bob Funk, Gret
chen Grondahl, Ralph Phorapson, Fred Vos
Circuiation Manager: Jean Lovell _
Assistant Business Manager: Shirley Hillard
National Advertising Manager:
Bonnie Birkemeier
Layout Manager: Martel Scroggin
Portland Advertising: Karla Van Loan
Zone Managers: Fran Neel, Jean Hoffman,
Virginia Kellogg, Don Miller, Val Schultz,
Harriet Vahey. _
A Black Eye for Oregon
A large scattering of University students got carried away
with themselves two night ago.
Do you doubt it? Then take a look at the following—and
think it over, for here’s the way the “Hallowe’en Night” situa
tion stands at present:
(1) The Eugene City Police, campus housemothers, and
even “civilians” are disgusted at what is described as “some
of the most*dvsgraceful conduct ever displayed by University
of Oregon students.”
A conservative estimate places damagefe at $1,000.
(2) Approximately five non-University girls were abducted
and taken to living groups where they were given a dunking.
Consequently, their parents are up in arms and may press civil
(3) Simple pranks turned into pure and simple vandalism
as furniture was dragged out of houses and hosed, locks and
hasps ripped loose with abandon, bed-clothing and mattresses
thrown into the Millrace, and an electric circuit broken.
That’s a great deal of trouble to stir up in one night. It
smacks less of good Oct. 31st fun and more of student irrespon
sibility and immaturity.
The fun is acceptable— perhaps desirable; the latter speaks
for itself. The plain fact is that the line must be drawn some
Ray Hawk, director of men’s affairs, is as anxious as any of
the students that they have their share of Hallowen’en festivi
ties. He is also jm?t as anxious that the students involving
themselves in trouble—such as possible civil suits—be pro
Realizing that much of the damage was done unintentionally
and thoughtlessly, Hawk said, “It would be a miscarriage of
justice to punish students.(Note: he has in his possession a long
list of violators.) This office is not interested in starting a cru
sade, but it is difficult to cooperate with the student body if it
does not cooperate with us.”
For this sensible attitude, a large scattering of not-so-sensi
ble University students may be properly grateful.—T.K.
Tuition Fees On Installment
A system of paying tuition fees by the “easy installment
plan” might be worth looking into.
That’s how they do it at a university in Ohio.
Students at Western Reserve University at Cleveland may
pay 25 per cent down when they register with 60 to 90 days to
pay the rest. Or they can pay it all at once if they want to.
There is a handling charge of $1.50 for the installment plan.
Those of us who continually operate on a shoestring might
find this an advantage—especially during the latter part of the '
school year when the summer savings are largely gone.
On the other hand, perhaps students at Oregon have dis
covered that use of the University’s loan fund is just as effec
tive a way of financing that spring term tuition.
The service charge for loans here is only 50 cents for the first
month and 25 cents for each month thereafter, up to six months.
—KM. __
to Virginia Wright and llruce Wallace for near-comple
tion of their project, l’igger's Guide. Incidentally, the
price of the book this year is 40 cents, not 50 as reported
in Wednesday’s Emerald.
to Carson Bowler, the only tradition-violator who turned
up for a hack Tuesday noon. (Or should we give him the
Coast to Coast
They’ve got a literary maga
zine in Seattle at the University
of Washington, the school’s DA
ILY reports, that shows a pro
fessional touch. A little on the
cynical side, the magazine still is
considered to have “the strength
and professional quality of writ
ing” which give it a high rating
among such magazines. There are
about 18,000 students at UW, and
they publish the literary maga
zine monthly. Oregon has 5,000
students—but no magazine.
OSC has collected $16,714 in its
drive for a new stadium. They
hope to get $50,000.
While OSC is worrying about a
football stadium to house more
fans UCLA is reaffirming its pol
icy on campus housing of stu
dents. No “racial or religious dis
crimination” in the selection of
residents, its policy states con
cerning university owned accom
modations. In privately owned
houses accomodating six or more
students, the university will ac
cept no new “listing accommodat
ing students if there is to be dis
crimination with regard to race,
creed, or color in the selection of
residents.” Concerning houses al
ready in existence, the university
reaffirms its suggestion that
there be no race or religions dis
Sky’s The Limit —
Give Me Bum's Stew,
You Take Military Chow
By Sam Fidman
Facing the regimented life of
the armed forces is not a pleas
ant thing, especially for those of
us who believe that democracy is
based on individuality.
Some would rather live a rug
ged life whereby an occasional
bum’s stew is the tangiest flavor
that is experienced than go into
the military—where three squares
a day are assured.
At least the tramp can breathe
his own air—and be his own over
We don’t attempt to glamorize
the tramp’s life—but there is
something to that portion of free
dom that he can enjoy; and he
doesn’t have to cram it into the
space of a 48-hour pass, only be
tween life and death.
We can only face the beckon
ing of regimentation with a shud
der; as an individual thing, we
can not see even one good thing
about it.
A San Francisco barber, who
had served about two years in the
Italian army—somewhere around
the turn of the century—breathed
a pro-regimentation speech at our
countenance—which happened to
be buried beneath a steaming
As the gentleman, who proudly
proclaimed that he was in his
75th year of life, bent over us
with a straight edge, we found
argumentation limited.
He pointed out that in his army
days chow consisted of bread and
cheese, with an occasional ration
of wine—and that with the heav
ily-laden mess kits of the army
moderne, the service was a won
derful thing.
It was especially wonderful be
cause it taught a young fellow
the value of obedience—some
thing that would prove useful all^
through his later life.
He meant, among other things,
obedience to the laws that gov
ernments grind out.
That, if we may be afforded the
luxury of personal commentary,
is but one man’s opinion.
The Word
Columnist Beats Four-year-old Child;
Tells Him of Intellectual UO Beauties
From Stan Turnbutl
“Daddy, tell me about college
girls,” lisped my precocious 4
year old son. He had piled up his
new Buick after a childish party
the night before and was being
punished by having to stay in for
a whole afternoon.
I hit him squarely between the
eyes. It bowled him over but he
came back swinging. So I told
“Well, son, all I know about
college girls is what I learned
back in 1947-51 at a place you
never heard of—the University of
Oregon; it’s a state training
school for wayward girls now . ..
And son, your father is tired, so
please don’t cut up or I’ll bash
your mealy little mouth in.
“Anyhow, that was a long time
ago, and probably college girls
are different by now ..
We winked at each other . . .
He was a Sharp little devil, far
advanced for his years.
I went bn, “In my day, a col
lege girl went to college for an
education, so that she might fact
life armed with the knowledge of
the ages, clear-eyed and unafraid.
“They accepted a few dates as
a necessary accompanying evil
to becoming educated, but there
was no nonsense about it—an ev
ening at a lecture or discussing
the arts, that was what they real
ly liked.
“Talk that tended to ignore in
tellectual matters and run to
ward personalities, clothes, or
frivolous partying was a pretty
sure way to insure yourself of no
The Second Cup
On temperance . . .
Drinking water neither makes
a man sick, nor in debt, nor his
wife a widow.—John Neale.
Use, do not abuse; neither ab
stinence nor excess ever renders
man happy.—Voltaire
On intemperance . . .
It’s a long time between drinks.
more dates with anything but the
few hollow-chested, horn-rim
med bespectacled creatures who
went to football games and ral
lies and' yelled their silly lungs
out and thought college was
meant to be as little thought as
“You sound like a textbook,
Pop,” my son chirped. I blacked
his eye and continued. He’d asked
for it.
“These unattractive creatures
sometimes were known as ‘activ
ity girls’ meaning they cut out
paper dolls at Y commissions and
were in charge of getting crepe
paper to decorate the booth for
selling crepe paper for decorating
other booths that sold apples,
tickets to dances, and other ne
cessities to college life.”
“But the cuter—more attrac
tive—girls spent most of their
time studying. If you phoned for
a date, they told you without a
moment’s hesitation whether
they wanted to go or not; some
times the more unattractive or
“date girls” stalled or made ex
cuses—you know, ‘could I let you
know tomorrow after I’ve had
time to think up an excuse?’—
that sort of thing. They were nas
ty, but luckily there weren’t
many of them.”
It Could Be Oregon
1 d saj something to Professor Snarf, only Ltord knows we’re not pay*
ing our teachers enough.”