Oregon daily emerald. (Eugene, Or.) 1920-2012, November 08, 1950, Page Two, Image 2

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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.”