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About Oregon daily emerald. (Eugene, Or.) 1920-2012 | View Entire Issue (Nov. 8, 1950)
Daily EMERALD 3SSS3ffi£££ig fe*« ss - - - - Opinions expressed on Oiee editorial ‘^'^unpj'ttsirr. ’initialededioorials are written bp srzssxrxswj&ffi&z ^_ Anita Holmes, Editor Don Thompson, Business Manager Lorn a Larson, Managing Editor Barbara Williams, Advertising manager Tom King, Ken Metzler, Don Smith, Associate Editors Some Terminology Without Comment A University of Oregon version of Webster’s Dictionary is definitely needed, we’ve observed while making editorial com ment these past weeks. In the first installment, we 11 offer a few of the more timely terms. Deferred living: Also known as the living-in plan, the DuShane plan, the resi dence plan, and several other less respectable terms, it specifies that freshmen spend their first year in the dormitories. The University administration has never specified whether these freshmen should pledge or not—that was left up to the stu dents. Deferred pledging: This, coupled with deferred living, means that freshmen not only live in the dormitories, but also put off rushing and pledging for one, two, or three terms. Hands-off policy: This was established by Interfraternity Council and is offi cially called a “no social contact” system. It defines rushing as “social contact of any kind at any place, and as an attempt to influence any freshman in his choice of fraternity. This provi sion shall not be construed to prevent an individual fraternity member from contacting an individual freshman for purposes other than influencing his choice of fraternity. There we have three of the most talked-of terms on the camp us. No matter how hard the suspicious soul looks for slant, he’ll not find it here. We’re merely offering a public service to day. A Little Green Stuff to Make It Red The red feather is looking a little faded. Its usual healthy color is a bit on the pinkish side at Oregon, where students are holding onto their money rather tightly. The Community Chest drive is lagging behind the quota set for the campus. And why? Well, it’s hard to say. For one thing—maybe students think if they give much, they are apt to land on the receiving end of one of the charities. For another—there just isn’t as much money around this year as there has been in the past. For a third—after Homecoming is not too good a time to ask for donations. But be this as it may—there is no denying that the Commun ity Chest drive is lagging; and it shouldn’t be. Some houses and halls, the drive workers have pointed out, have been giving as little as 50 cents or a dollar. It is difficult to believe that a group of 30 or 40 men can donate only this small an amount. Male students should be particularly receptive to the pleas of the collection workers. It won’t be long before many of them are directly benefiting from their donations through the ser vices of the re-vitalized (and renamed from USO) group that entertains the servicemen.—D.S. The Second Cup... The most profound question concerning the floods in and around Eugene came from the small observer who overlooked the swollen Willamette and asked, “Daddy, where did all this water come from?” We can’t help remembering the military science tactics tea cher who told a class last week, “Gentlemen, you now have one foot on the boat to Korea.” Signs of the times, we fear. How many of you have noticed the little duck painted over the south door at Mac court? Someone forgot to paint his right hand, and there he stands, gaily waving an empty sleeve at the passing people. _ ■ THE DAILY 'E' ... ... to Herb Nill and helpers who worked out the plan for the new intramural set-up. THE OREGON LEMON... to Oregonians who failed to vote yesterday. We suggest a string-around-finger for ’52. Exoeriences of a WACin College, A Duck in the Navy Into college out of the service —into the service outjof college. Those are the dear-to-the-heart subjects covered here by Steve Loy and Virginia Gibson. Miss Gibson recently enrolled in the University after spending five years in the WAC, where she held the rank of first lieutenant. She is now a freshman at Oregon, majoring in biology. She writes here about the transition from army to college life. Steve Loy was graduated from the University in journalism last spring. He is remembered by old timers as author of the Emerald’s “Crotchety Old Vet” column. Last summer Loy returned to the Navy, and his column speaks for itself. Students Are Friendly By Virginia Gibston Habits acquired during army life are hard to break. After a meal in the dining hall at Hendricks, I notice my unconscious desire to want to pick up my tray and take it to a tray stand. Living in a dormitory is similar to living in army barracks, with exception given to the army’s “fa mous” discipline. I’ve found life in the dormitory cheerful, effective for study, and graciously pre sided over by a genial housemother. Life in an army barracks is cheerful, but the surroundings are rather bleak. Army “housemothers” are called commanding officers. The study habit is one I shall have to cultivate. There are schools in the army, but the courses are short, and do not give enough time to acquire study habits. I find it difficult to concentrate over long study periods; therefore I have tried to set aside several short periods for study and find this meth od effective. The ability to sit still without moving around for long periods is another difficulty. When you have been active in a different kind of environment, there is difficulty involved in learning to sit still. Army terminology is still upper-most in mind when I want to refer to something; such as, mess hall instead of dining hall and barracks instead of dormitory. My associations with groups of women in the army have given me a broader sense of values con cerning friends and acquaintances. I have learned not to make quick judgments, but rather to evalu ate and learn to know someone before judging her. This lesson I apply quite freely on the campus. My acquaintances were few in number when I arrived in September, but now I have many wonderful and delightful friends. I am enjoying campus life im mensely, and find Oregon students friendly and cooperative. Sailors Are Sailors By Steve Loy The scope of my experiences nowadays is limited by the rules and regulations, (entirely adequate) of the U. S. Navy. Before the party begins I would like to warn all ex-vets to be, not to expect a high . regard for your education when you come back into the Navy. They have the idea that 16 or 20 weeks of service school equips you far more than a mere 4 years of college. I have been unable to even get someone to listen to me about changing my rate. Hoping to change my present to the new Navy rate of Journalist I smiled my way into the classifica tion office in Seattle with my transcript in my hand and got a very cold shoulder. As regards the difference in the old and new Navy there just isn’t much. Most of the men are older and a little quieter. The boots are still just as wise and uneducated as before, and military cour tesy is the thing. The ship I am on was de-com missioned in May 1950 and re-commissioned in Oc tober 1950. In that short time many little things happened which made work for we whitehats. Fmj_ example, yesterday, I spent in the bottom of a ma^ azine dipping up a mixture of grease and water with a dustpan. When the place has a chance to dry out we, the boys and I, will scrape the deck and paint it. Servicemen are just as thick as ever and now most of us wear hash marks. Very few^wear ser vice bars. Probably half or better are married. Many of them have their wives and families down here in wartime housing which is worn out and over priced. Incidentally, we are paying income and social security tax now so don’t rush down to the recruit ing station just to get out of paying the thing. If you’re flush around the first of March I would ap preciate it if you would kick in a few extra bucks with the specification that the men on the U. S. PineTsland get it in extra rations. — The Word n !: Forget Your Troubles and Just Be Happy! 1 Then See How Much Better You Feel K . From Stan Turnbull-- . - = Can someone tell us just where in hell are we going ? We can’t, so we have another suggestion: Just stop thinking. You’ll be much happier. It is indeed a sad commentary, but it becomes more and more obvious that the happiest people, about the campus at least, are those who think the least—the ones who just “wish there weren’t any Korean situation, because it sure louses things up.” The ones who miss the old gossip column because now all they can find out is who got pinned, not who got jilted in the process. The ones who get anywhere from a 2-point to a 4-point and are too busy to read the papers. The girls, and the boys, who can be classified as, solely, "rah rah.” They’re happy —or maybe they are. And maybe mat's the way to be. Don’t read the papers; dont think about things farther away than a date for next weekend; don’t think. Because where does thinking get you ? Assume you, personally, came up with the answer to the international situation—the crys tal-clear plan that everyone else has missed. Then what do you do ? Who do you go to ? Who list ens? Where does it get you? Or put it on a more likely plane —read the papers, think about the world crisis—and then just be un happy. You won’t come up with the answer. You'll be just about as effective as the person who doesn’t read, doesn’t think, does n’t know what is going on. And you're much less happy. And you're just as likely to be called up, shipped across the ocean to fight ,say, half a billion Chinese who aren’t even the basic enemy, but who may shoot you just as dead—possibly even with a Russian bullet. What are you going- to do about it? What can you do ? We haven’t any answers; but obviously we can’t seriously suggest that those people who do think should stop —-no, keep yourself informed, dis cuss events with your friends, vote as intelligently as is possible. Then when you’re shipped off to French Indo-China for the first round of World War III, you’ll know what it is that you stand a good chance of dying for. Won’t you? It Could Be Oregon • “Well, guess we may as well get ready—here’s Professor Snarf with the Physics tests.”