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About Oregon daily emerald. (Eugene, Or.) 1920-2012 | View Entire Issue (Jan. 26, 1951)
The Oregon Daily Eme.al» published Monday Friday d«rin| throSgh^a'nd 3fS^^SSSirl£»Ei±!Xistiif&ssb xates: $5 per school year; $2 per term. ... tes: »o per stnuui to, *<■ r” “"r. __nr »«.„ w,:ter and do not pretend to Opinions expressed OR. the _P®he™rniV°*rsity. Initialed editorials are written by UpiIilUIlS cxjHBoacu — .-represent the opinions of the ASUO or or me u1 “ *Jf1£* ‘*“j^VT the associate editors. Unsigned editorials are written by the editor. Akita Holmes, Editor DON THOMPSON, DUSiucsa Lorna Larsoni Managing Editor Shirley Hillard, Barbara Williams, Assts. to Business Manager News Editor: Gretchen Grondahl Sports Editor: John Barton Wire Editor: Dave Cromwell Feature Editor:.Norman Anderson Asst. News Editors: Marjorie Bush* Bill Frye, iLarry Hobart. Asst. Managing-Editors: Norman Anderson, Asst. Wire Editor: A1 Karr. Asst. Sports Editor: Phil Johnson. Night-Editor: Sarah Turnbull. Circulation Manager: Jean Lovell. Advertising Manager: Virginia Kellogg Zone Managers: Fran Neel, Hail let Vahey, Jody Greer, Marion Galla, Val Joyce Shultz. * amms' Ten METZ^,, Don Smith, Tom King, Associate Editors__ American-! 951-Looks at Himself I looked into a mirror the other morning, and saw a man who had almost lost cohfidence in his country. It was me yes, me .—the delivery man, the cleaning lady, the waitress. It was I, the dentist, the educator, the administrator. Somewhere along the way, I had lost faith in this America. I didn’t lose it in one fat lump, but bit by bit in irregular pieces. There was the time the young fellow told me his plans for moving to New Zealand, a new promised land just around the curve of the world. Why, it sounded much better than any thing I had here—maybe I’d just go, too. That was a small incident, but it was new to me because I had never even considered home outside these 48 states. Then there was that meeting of my civic club. We all gave a vote of support to the officer who declared that we would not allow speakers with leftist leanings in our town. I voted with the majority because I feared that the people would begin believing that the Communists were right and the • others were wrong. You see—that was nothing but lack of faith in my people (and a bit of conceit on my part to think that I was any judge of what they should hear.) * * * * ! Something’ happened again later when I talked with that chap down the street. He had been boning up on Marxism and Leninism and Stalinism, he said, and he was sure that this thing he called capitalism was eating itself to death. Before long the working class would rise up in revolt, he said, and soon after we’d live in the utopia called communism. He gave me all kinds o£ reasons, reinforced with more rea sons, and arguments, and counter-arguments. After two or three talks with him, I found myself wondering if, by golly, this dirty capitalist system weren’t gobbling itself up, and if a revolution wouldn’t do us good. Was that me harboring such thoughts? Was that the man who had always tingled when he saluted the American Hag ■ and all for which it stood? Was that the man who had firmly believed in: our. political, economic, and social system as it had been established and developed? Yes, it was the same man. And I was an illustration of that paragraph by Oscar Handlin in the January Atlantic maga zine: “If Emerson’s America was the country of young men be cause it believed in progress and had faith in itself,vhas our America ceased to be the country of young men because it has lost confidence and no longer believes in itself?’’ » * * * But now, wait a minute before making any condemnations for lack of confidence. I must not look at America with faith blinded eyes, but I should realize her faults and work to cor rect them as Americans before me have always done. And I must think of all sides of the questions facing her and me. Remember what Pascal said about “thought makes the whole dignity of man; therefore endeavor to think well, that is the only morality.” And now I have thought and reviewed and introspected, and I know that never again do I want to lose even a smidgin of faith in my country and my people. Call it nationalism. Call it flag-waving. Call it what you will, but let me throw my arms around this land and love her. She needs me now. THE DAILY ^... to Skull and Dagger, sophomore men’s honorary, for con sidering a change in its membership plan. 1 he constitu tion now limits a living organization to one member. THE OREGON LEMON... to Webfoots of today who were Beavers yesterday and who plan to cheer for Oregon State tonight. ^Campus Critic= [Mr. Stewart, Mrs. Hull [And a Pookah—Harvey By Don Smitlv Trying to put tile finger on the charm of a movie like “Harvey,” playing through Tuesday at the Heilig, is a hit difficult. But the film about a man who has as his pal a six-foot four rabbit, will ap peal to almost everyone, except the most hard-boiled cynic. The man, Elwood P: Dowd has deeided that one must either be very smart, or very very pleas ant: Elwood thinks being pleasant is pleasanter. Elwood’s sister disagrees. Hav ing a brother who is considered eccentric is quite unnerving; par ticularly when he insists on in troducing Harvey to people who cannot see Harvey. In an attempt to have Elwood put into a rest home,, the sister gets placed in the home herself 5 while Elwood, and Harvey, go free. This experience, under standably, further unnerves the sister. From this point in the film, the sister attempts to sue the rest home, and the rest home attempts to catch Elwobd. Two romances develop, Har vey becomes visible to one or two more persons, and the film con tinues its delightful and whimsi cal way to its thoroughly satis factory ending. James Stewart is a perfectly understandable and personable Elwood. But it is Josephine Hull as his sister who carries this comedy to the heights. If you see this picture, attend without having a hundred and one troubles on your mind; be able to sit back and relax, and forget the world’s problems. Just be able to admire Elwood—and don’t think until you’re out of the theater, that, unfortunately, you can’t afford A pookah like Har vey. --Letters—— The Campus Answers Activities, Amen Emerald Editor Activities—good, bad, or medi ocre—-a question that faces the campus today. This problem; shown in the no ticeable slump ovf .interest in ac tivities, will, be Attested to by many presidents of organizations and committee chairmen. It is evident nearly every time peti tions are called for, either for major offices or committee work. Deadlines are frequently extend ed to persuade more students to participate and make a wise choice of leader possible. Freshmen and sophomores seem especially slow in becom ing interested and active in campus life. Although' the- ASUO Executive Council has stated its desire to “spread-out” activities to all students, it is still the same names which- appear in new posi tions. This general apathy toward work which not only serves the University, but the individual as well, may well be a reflection of the uncertainty caused by an in secure world. It is the belief of Phi Theta Upsilon that a healthy interest in campus life and participation in organized projects can help off set this uncertainty and disinter ested attitude by directing mis spent energy and confusion into more productive channels. Life should remain as near normal as possible in spite of the world sit uation. It is the desire of Phi Theta to encourage activities and espe cially to urge new people to en ter them. Students who by-pass this part of college life are not gaining the full benefits offered by a university education. For in spite of the biting criti cisms leveled against them, ac tivities do have their place, and a vital one, in campus life. We are not referring to the activities for glory variety, but to those which afford opportunities to meet new people, to serve the University, and above all to provide means for personal development and satisfaction. Members of Phi Theta Upsilon Junior Women’s Service Honorary A Male Masterplot Emerald Editor: So some of the girls on the campus are hoarding men ? (Em erald, Jan. 25). That seems to be quite an accomplishment in light of the fact that there are two men for each girl on the- campus. It seems that these so-called hoarders are going to some limits to counteract the unbalance and should be congratulated and not condemned, A lot of slackers (fe male) can be seen in groups in various spots both on and Off the campus—a sad neglect of duty. Perhaps there is- subtle reason for the cry of “hoarders” viz., some male or males are trying to create an easy date situation for themselves by making a ^short age scare. So dBn’t get panicky, girls, just remember that it’s still men two to one. Jim Wymore Re: Rash | By Bob Funk The weather in the latter part of January, as we remember it, is not supposed to be like this. It is affecting the people-at-the-place we-live in a most un-January like way. There is a small group of per* sons, in fact, that wants to stay up all night every night to en joy how nice it is. These persons, in the company of the dog-from the-place-w;e-live-ln, customarily spend the dimmest and darkest hour of the night running out on to the back porch or out onto the the front porch or out on the fire escape tt» see if it is really spring. ”we don’t know if it is really spring, of course. We have oqft seen any robins, or any crocuses, or such; however, there is some thing in the air. Besides Weyer hauser. What we liked about Oregon yesterday was the ROTC band practicing on the Gerlinger ath letic field. We were late for sev eral things because we stopped to listen. The other persons listeni ing were all in uniform—Colonel Maerdian, Major Hibner, and Jens Jensen, the campus cop. It made it sort of festive. Another thing we liked yester day (wow, was it ever a good day!) was what was happening on top of the new science build ing, You can see it rather well (the top) from' the Ortegana of fices in the SU, and yesterday it looked like they were getting ready to add another story. They have been adding stories for a long time now, and we sus pect that it is going to be sort of a skyscraper deal. * * * And we did not like Mr. Fid man’s reference to CorvalliS (yes terday's Emerald) as a lost place. There are lots of good things about Corvallis if you go over there with the right attitude. A righteous statements if we ever made one. It Could Be Oregon “Boy! What a playei ■He sure breaks up their defense with that dribble.’’