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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.’’