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Daily “HERALD The Oegoott Da.lt E-maa* published “<>nd»y ArouglMt'hr'oEb*?*;’25 except Oct. 30; Dec. 5 through J«i. 3; Mae *> 'heougu Indited Students of the University irOregon. S.bscr.p„on : $5 pe ‘ " rates: $5 per school yeer: %2 per term. . r^lTde'Si “ ,teAtu6Uorro?'hrU^,?y. ti^rrd*^i.^ »« -i«en by the associate editors. Unsigned editorials are written by the editor. Akita Holmes, Editor Martel Scrogciit, Business Manager Louka I-AWOlf. M«nining Editor_ Kin Metzlm, Don Smith, Tom Kinc, Associate Editors Skiuii Hili_a»d, Asst. Business Manager__ News Editor: Greteheo Groodahl Sports Editor: John Barton Wire Editor: Dave Cromwell Feature Editor: Norman Anderson Asst. News Editors: Marjorie Bush. Bill Frye, Larry Hobart. . . Asst. Managing Editors: Norman Andersoo, Phil Bettens, Gene Rose. Asst. Wire Editor: Ai Karr. Asst. Sports Editor: Phil Johnson. Night Editor: Sarah Turnbull. Circulation Manager: Jean Lovell. Advertising Manager: \ trrma Krllogg Zone Managers: Fran Neel, Hamel Vabey, Jody Greer, Denise TVim. Jeanne HoB Lavout Manager: Keith Reynold*. National Ade. Mgr.: Bonnie Hirheineier. Will You Have This Dance, Doctor? Perhaps someone can come up with a solution to a peculiar situation that each year faces the committee that selects the band to play for the Senior Ball. The situation the committee faces is the possibility of a fi nancial flop. That is what happened to the Senior Ball for the last three years. Here are the figures: In 1948 Dick Jurgens played, 793 couples attended and the senior class lost $300 (not $600 as previously reported). In 1949 Wally Heider played, 555 couples attended and the loss ■was $250. In 1950 the loss was $700, the band was Skitch Hen derson and the attendance_was only 471 couples. Although we don’t wish to imply that these figures mean anything conclusive, the trend seems to be that the Senior Ball just doesn’t draw the crowd that other all-campus dances do. The same is true with the Military Ball. Scabbard and Blade lost about $800 on Alvino Rey, $150 with Jerry Van Hoontesen and $270 with Glenn Henry. Only 331 couples attended the last Military Ball—the lowest attendance at any of the regular all campus dances for the last four years. This year the military honorary had little or no money to take care of another such loss so the ball was cancelled. The situation is not so bad in other campus dances. Tradi tionally, there are three dances which usually turn out a finan cial success—Homecoming, the Whiskerino, and the Junior Prom. The Junior Prom has drawn a large attendance the last four years, and has made a profit. The Whiskerino lost $400 in 1943 when Jimmy Zito played but made up for it during the next two years with Les Brown and Wally Heider. The Homecoming dance last fall made a $370 profit. It lost $35 in 1949; made $150 in 1948. From all appearances, then, the Whiskerino, Homecoming dance and the Junior Prom face a favorable situation whenever committees work to select a band. They can afford to take a chance with a big name. Why are the Senior and Military balls so poorly attended? One can only speculate. Snow was probably a factor last year when the Senior Ball lost $700. With the exception of the Whiskerino, the trend in attend ance at all-campus dances has been steadily downward since 1946. This does not correlate with the peak in enrollment which came in fall of 1948. However, it does correlate roughly with the enrollment of women which has steadily declined since 1946. The Senior Ball needs a shot in the arm. Any doctors on the campus?—K.M. *.£1 7he Second Cup... In light of recent developments, which hint strongly that there will be a Senior Ball Feb. 17, a few pearls of wisdom on dancing might prove helpful. They who love dancing too much seem to have more brains in their feet than in their heads.—/Terrence. * * * Come and trip it as ye go, On the light fantastic toe. Wilton. * * # Xo man in his senses will dance.—Cicero. * * * On with the dance! let joy be unconfin’d; Xo sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet.—Byron. * * * You and your loved one may whirl round and round, but me and my own on the patio will be found.—Anonymous. THE DAILY • to AWS President Barbara Stevenson and her cabinet members for planning to orient Oregon’s women on the proposed activity point system, and then giving them a chance to vote on it. -—Letter* Th© Campus Answ©rs Steve Church Answers This in answer to Bob Fries’ letter in the Emerald of Feb. 12. Bob. * it’s not just that the Senior Ball Committee lost $600 on Dick Jurgens In '48, nor that OSC didn’t lose money on Vaughn Monroe that are pertinent facts. WE’D HAVE BEEN WILLING TO RISK A $500 LOSS ON THE DANCE IF NEED BE, TO GET A SO-CALLED TOP NAME BAND FOR OUR DANCE. But past dance attendance records, coupled with ttaer ad mission prices for the past four years on this campus conclusively proved to us without a doubt that If we accepted any of the very few name band fee offers we re ceived, the result would have been pretty disastrous financially. Unless you get a break and catch a band when it’s on a tour of your area, fees include trans portation costa which are tre mendous. Compare—the $1250 which purchased Les Brown's ser vices in ’49, with the $2500 which was asked for his band this time. I which includes transportation costs). Then too, the Oregon students are so unpredictable that you just can't afford to go way out on a limb. Even with Skltch Hen derson last year, THE (TASS OI‘ •50 LOST SEVEN HUNDRED DOLLARS* OSC doesn’t continually get the name bands. It's true that they often do, but when they do, these are pointed up as generali The Word By Stan Turnbull Do people avoid you ? Do they cross the street to avoid speaking to you ? Would you like to borrow a bar of soap? Well, that might not be the problem. Could you remember their names if they did pas* by you? Could they remember yours? Do you give a darn ? Brace yourself do you often say “Hi, how are ya?” to people? If you do, you might as well be saying “I can’t remember your name,” or better yet, “Whoinell are you?” There is no deader giveaway that you can’t remember a per son’s name than to say “Hi, how are ya.” That phrase is to the general run of friendly greetings what flicking porchlights at so rority houses is to whatever you 're up to out in the car. Stops things cold. ‘‘Hi, how are ya” is, however, an attempt to satisfy a problem, that mightily needs satisfying—■ namely, what do you say to that fringe of people you see just often enough so that to ignore them is downright unfriendly, but whom you don’t have enough in common to remember their names. That fellow that was in your 9 o’clock PE class a year ago; that gal you met at the second ex change desert of your freshman year—these people will plague your existence. So why not be realistic? The. next time you meet one of these “fringe friends” stop ’em and say, in a friendly manner, “Look, Mmfsptgh, this must be as big a strain to you as it is to me; let’s get together and ignore eaeh other in just as friendly a man ner as possible.” ties rather than ns specific in stances. We here at Oregon have had a lot of them too. Las Brown, Charlie Barnett, Skltch Hender son, Tommy Dorsey, Stan Ken ton, Dick Jurgens etc., etc. It Just depends on these hands’ schedulings, and mostly, Just waiting for a lueky break. Though we didn’t get a break in the form of a name Imnd, we did get nne In the form of a very talented musician und his hand, which Is considered one of the finest In Its category. Granted, King Perry, is a rela tive unknown in these parts, but this doesn't mean he isn’t good. He is! Maybe the next campus dance will have the music of the name band that you desire. Bob. This one won't. But this one is going to feature a bunch of versatile ar tists in an informal setting whleh will certainly be well worth the price of admission. Steve Church Senior Ball Story Emerald Editor: As one of the chairmen of the Senior Ball, T feel it is only fair that two faets be brought to the attention of the student body. Firstly, that the senior class officers made a definite effort to secure a "name-band,” and were even willing and prepared to al lot as mueh as $1750 for Its ser vices. nuwcvfi, il iiumiy luuicu that no such band could be ob tained for the date set, and thus, a lesser known band was contact ed, with a consequent reduction in the admission price to the stu dent. Secondly, the chairmen of the Senior Ball were at no time asked for their collective advice as to what the dress should lie for the dance. Instead, they were ‘‘‘In formed” by the general chairman of the Senior Ball that It was to be costume, and that the theme was to be the “Cotton Pickers’ Ball.” Therefore, if any blame for this decision is to be made,, it should be squarely laid in the laps of those who are held respon sible for its being made, name ly, the senior class hierarchy. Dave Cromwell Ticket Chairman Senior Ball He: Hash By Bob Funk He wan awakened at four In the morning by two-hundred frn ‘ternity brothera Hinging "Them There F.yeM" more or lean drunk - only (forced to make a choice, he would have choaen more) in the kitchen. There wna a glare of light from the hack yard where hi* room mate, u light wire per, wan pour ing oil on fruga and then |Mitflng a match to It. A dim figure In a red derollete evening gown uim the cook, stooping to pick up frog's for the next day's dinner. "By these token*," he Hlghed, "I know that it I* spring." He flung hi* hair recklnaely over one ear. and jumped lightly down from tna fifth-decker hunk, pa* .11 ng through the coot ecstasy oJ^| cloud bank on hia way down. Down stairs the fraternity brother* had passed from tin- klt cht-n to the front hall, left, eenter, and the great stirring chords of •Thrtn There Kyra" rleoeheted dramatically off the rrtling. "It la spring!" he chirruped to them, and then he wait out in the night, and by gum, it really wan apring. A great allvery orb that he first took for the moon but that later turned out to b< a street lamp hung over the .mens. He felt the dew oozing out of the graxH between !ua toea, and there was a choking emotion in him which later developed into a rather pronounced sneeze. The Hound of "Them There Eyes ' boomed melodically across the night He knew that he would never be the same again. We are usually rrltlritrt \% ever we write a short. Inspired thing like the above, on the grounds that it has no point. We feel, however, that a I'OI.VI Is a terribly uii-sulitle thing to Include in a thing. Ami for a really different senior bull they could have a street dance, everyone could come in gym clothes, and music could be provided by sound truck t save two-humlred dollars per couple i. And would that ever lx? keen, huh, you seniors. It Could Be Oregon “I wish YVorthal had his accordiari hen*—he’s never quite caught on to the piano keyboard.”