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When the KWAXial Cable Comes...
You think you’ve got troubles.
KWAX has had nothing but woe since it started out as a
proposed radio station called KDL K hack in May, 1949.
Then Oregon students were going to hear their own station
through a carrier current method. Now KWAX will be I'M
■when it goes on the air. And in between, hardy ha\e been the
hearts who stuck with the station.
The money was lacking last spring, so a pledge dri\e was
■conducted with the necessary dollars coming out of student
breakage fees. Then the change from carrier current w as neces
sarv, and a letter or six had to be written to everybody from
the State Board of Higher Education on down.
Korea came next. War shipments delayed delivery of essen
tial equipment.
As if that weren’t enough, one piece of equipment which fi
nally did arrive, was a misfit and had to be sent back.
The railroad switchmen’s strike, though now over, delayed
one vital piece of KWAX—20 feet of coaxial cable.
The staff of KWAX is no happier than the rest of the camp
us that their voice is still unheard. It has planned show s, cata
logued records, and worked many an hour, receiving no reward
and much complaint. We’ll wait with them for that day when
the cable comes and the campus hears KWAX.
We Haven't Forgotten, Mr. Lincoln
Lincoln wouldn’t mind. He was a slow-moving man, gentle
of manner and easy-going. He wouldn t mind our forgetting
his birthday by one day.
In fact, he probably wouldn’t mind if we forgot it completely.
A birthday was a small day to him who lived through so many
eventful hours.
But of all America’s statesmen, he is the one we would most
remember. His are the words we would most repeat:
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“If there is anything which it is the duty of the whole peo
ple to never intrust to any hands but their own, that thing is
the preservation and perpetuity of their own liberties and in
stitutions.” (Oct. 16, 1854).
* * *
“As I would not be a slave, so I would not be a master. This
expresses my idea of democracy. Whatever differs from this,
to the extent of the difference, is no democracy. (Aug. 1,
1858).
* * *
“That men who are industrious and sober and honest in the
pursuit of their own interest should after a while accumulate
property and after that should be allowed to enjoy it in peace is
right.” (Speech in Cincinnati, 1859).
* * *
‘‘Peace does not appear so distant as it did. I hope it will
come soon, and come to stay; and so come as to be worth the
keeping in all future time. It will then have been proved that,
among free men, there can be no successful appeal from the
ballot to the bullet, and they who take such appeal are sure
to lose their case and pay the cost.” (Aug. 26, 1863).
THE DAILY 'E' •. •
to Bonnie Birkemeier, general chairman of the Heart Hop,
and Pat Johnson, king selection co-chairman. Their
names were inadvertently left out of the list of hard work
ers who received yesterday s i. for the fine job the} all
did on the Hop.
_Sky’s The Limit
The 'Good Old Days'—
Gone but not Forgotten
By Sam Fidman
A group of old duffers were
sitting around the pot-bellied
stove. A couple of them tilted
back their chairs and propped
their boondoekej(0 on the side of
the pregnant fuel burner. An
other sat facing the back of his
chair, his head resting thought
fully on his folded arms, while
still another sprawled on the
floor, propped comfortably
against a sack of feed.
Outside the wind whistled and
the snow whirled through the
darkness. It was pretty—almost
beautiful—, magical, and cold.
The wood In the stove crackled
and hissed pleasantly in contrast
with the whipping, howling wind,
and the warmth from the fire was
soothing and sensuously stimu
lating.
A box of crackers, empty ex
cept for a few crumbs, blended
Into the scene along with the for
tunate segment of a loaf of
cheese which had somehow elud
ed complete annihilation. A kit
chen knife, coated with cheese
and crumbs, was propped against
the cracker box, and a few beer
bottk*s, definitely empty, stood
solemnly on the floor.
The old duffer on the floor let
out a contented belch which wns
quite consplcloua In the alienee.
And well he might be contented,
for he had taken an active part
In solving the problems of the
world. His statement of content
ment was answered by another
volley from the old gentleman
Who was wrapped around the
back of his chair.
"Vup," the duffer on the floor
contended, “those were the good
old days.”
"Yup." the duffer wrapped
around the back of his chair coun
ter-contended, "they sure were."
‘•Seems we used to git such a
kick out ft' livin’ then,” one of the
propped up duffers elilnied in.
“Say, he said, “wonder where
they went.”
"Where what went," the other
propped up duffer queried.
“Where the good old days
went,” the first propped up duf
fer answered.
“Don't suppose they went any
where,” presumed the gent on the
floor. “They probably stayed
right where they were."
— isVttvrn
The
Campus
i Answers
Effect of Spirit
JCmerald Bdltor:
Perhaps pre-game nmHB dope
injections is the answer to firing
up the basketball rooters. Our
first string hoopsters unanimous
ly said that atudent Hpirlt fcs a
very real booster.
With this kind of evidence,
every Oregon webfoot has an ob
IlKatlon at the game. We i sn’t
say its our team that’s winning; If
we don’t participate.
Beyond a doubt, Oregon has
one of the beat teams lit Its his
tory. According to our players,
spirit this year Is much better
than last.
Student support Is Improving,
hut I feel It Is yet unworthy of Its ,
team. ^
Washington State and Idaho
spirit really impressed our mjuad.
Let's give It everything we've
got when Washington State and
the Huskies come down, and
watch the results.
Ron Symons
On Ute Shelf
Come to College With Professor Fodorski
By David Earle
“PROFESSOR FODOR.SKI” by
Robert Lewis Taylor. Double-day
& Co., 1»50. $2.75.
Professor Fodorski is one of
the most engaging characters to
step into the football picture in
years. The professor has been
head of Engineering and Archi
tectural Theory at Wittemberg
University, someplace in Europe
— obviously Germany. But be
cause of interrogation by Axis
officials, and then cross-interro
gation by Allied officials, he ap
plies for emmigration to the
United States, and is accepted.
His only friend in this country
is an instructor in the Depart
ment of Civil Engineering at
Southern Baptist Institute of
Technology. The friend invites
Fodorski down for a long week
end, and proceeds to have Fodor
ski placed on the faculty at SBIT,
and get him interested In foot
ball.
Because of Fodorskfs mathe
matical background he shows a
great amount of interest for the
game, and his memory of plays
and football tactics is a source
of inspiration to the head coach,
the players, and to the students.
Fodorski, in fact, becomes the
man responsible for the “two pla
toon” system in football, and the
author presents this so convinc
ingly that one is almost led to be
lieve that a Professor Fodorski is
more than a fictional character.
Through a series of amusing
complications, Fodorski becomes
head football coach at SBIT.
From that position he tosses the
chairman of the Board of Trus
tees around unmercifully, be
comes attached to a spinster that
works in the registrar’s office,
and goes on with his team to beat
Notre Dame in the Finger Bowl
game.
Besides the story itself, which
is cleverly conceived, the author
throws a terrific left at several
newspapers of national promi
nence, at college news releases,
at the sportin’ game o’ football,
at Southern tradition, and at col
lege rah-rah stuff.
About the only characters in
the book that he treats kindly nre
the college professors, and for
once, they emerge as human be
ings. At least, there are no Holly
wood prototypes of the forgetful,
somewhat stupid college profes
sors, and it is good to sec a fresh
approach to the instructors in the
field of higher education.
The book Is a much bettor pic
ture of current college life than
Max Schtilman attempted to por
tray In “Barefoot Boy With
Cheek.” Taylor has not resorted
to the ridiculous, or completely
ludicrous, situations that Seliul
ntan wrote about.
There are a series of good
scenes in the book, but the one
that outshines all others is
where Fodorski takes over the
SBIT band and teaches them
some new drills His "Peabody
No. 77" formation should not ho
missed, and will not be forgotten
by any reader of this book.
The book incidentally, is avail
able at the University Co-op lend
ing Library.
This Is Oregon
FLOREN
It Is now the seventh week of school. We find student racking thel^
brains, hitting the books, burning the midnight oil. Midterms? No—
cigarette jingles.