A Chance to DO Something
The cemetery on the south end of the campus has long been
something of an eyesore. In the past, various organizations
have made sporadic attempts to clean out the weeds, trash,
and underbrush around the graves. A thorough job would
take a tremendous amount of work, so previous attempts have
all been dropped for lack of sustained effort.
Last Saturday, an organization started work on the cemetery
cleanup that professes determination to carry through with it
and make the cemetery a place of beauty.
The deodorized Order of the Skunk is the group; it is an
international service honorary for boys between 14 and 21.
Saturday, about 87 members (called “Stinkers”) buckled down
to the job. They were assisted by 20 members of the Road
Kings, another young men’s group, several Eugene Lions’
Club members, and a few members of the University admin
istration.
They hauled off about 100 loads of brush and trash in dump
trucks and pickups, according to Mrs. Gallic Edwards, advisor
to the Order of the Skunk.
Saturday, weather permitting, the workers will start in
again at 10 a.m. University students who aren’t going to
Portland for the game could find no more worthy way to spend
a few hours. Campus women as well as men are invited. “Just
wear old clothes, bring your rakes and shovels, and you 11 find
plenty to do,” said Mrs. Edwards.
Throughout the winter work will be continued on days when
the weather is good. This spring an all-out drive to finish
the job is planned. So if perchance you feel an urge to do
something constructive, why not help out? — (B.G.)
Some Days You Can't Make A Nickel
We marvel each year at the skill with which the Adminis
tration thwarts the more subversive plans of the students.
Last year it was "Clothes for Korea" in place of a pantie raid.
Now it’s pre-registration on the three days between the week
end of the Oregon State game and Thanksgiving vacation.
Many students who had planned to remain off-campus for
an entire week of unauthorized^freedom will find themselves
returning to Eugene instead.
Sometimes we wonder how we get away with as much as
we do. (H.J.)
A Little Self Control
“I think he’s done pretty well—he hasn’t smoked for a week.”
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On U.S. Radio
World News
Is Too Limited
By TED GOII
Radio listeners throughout the
world have the same pet gripes.
Radio programs never satisfy
everyone. There is either too
much of this or too little of that.
However, because of the great
opportunities and the great tal
ents available, the range of pro
grams on the American radio im
press the foreign listener.
Students Impressed
They apreciatc the chance of
hearing the great conductors,
artists and singers. They like the
opportunity of being able to hear
good plays and classical music.
They laugh at Danny Kaye,
Jack Denny and Irma. They are
held spellbound by the play-by
play and second-by-second ac
counts of big as well as small
games.
They are impressed by the
keen analysis of news commen
tators on state, national and in
ternational affairs.
But Also Disgusted
Foreign students are irritated
by the attempt to plant old mu
sic on the air and the lack of
more live musical programs.
Keen listeners miss the range of
world news they are accustomed
to hear at home. All the foreign
news they hear is concerned with
Korea.
And Surprised
They are surprised by the sim
plicity of the questions asked by
quiz show producers and the in
ability of listeners to answer
them. In one case an emcee gave
a prize of about $1,500 to a wom
an who said that the moon was
a planet.
Listeners split over the ques
tion of the superiority of free
enterprise and the advertising
nabobs controlling the radio.
However, they agree that in spite
of the defects, the American ra
dio is serving the needs of the
American people. Like all Ameri
cans they switch the knob when
they do not like a program.
BOB FUNK
—A Day at the Zoo
The bondsmen sat on their
haunches about the hearth, their
small, close-set eyes peering in
tently into tile fire. Above them
the fraternal crest glinted with
evil lights from behind a cobweb,
and below them a lost soul cried
out from tiie coziness of one of
the fraternal iron maidens.
It was a loan
and lonely season
for the bonds
men ; they were
like wolves when
there are no lost
children in the
forest., or owls
when there arc
no juicy mice
running around
in the field. The
supply of unmaimed pledges was
running dismally low.
And then, as is liable to hap
pen at any time, the door was
flung open and Willis the Weasel,
Protector of the Bond, ran in on
all fours. “Cheers,” he growled,
“there's a bit of dirty business to
be done."
The teeth of the bondsmen glis
tened, and their eyes flashed.
“Harold the Amorous has
planted his pin," Willis continued
in his charming colloquial way.
With this he was unable to con
tinue because of the chorus of tri
umphant growls from the assem
blage.
“Blood!” shouted one.
“Blood!" echoed all.
“Blood!" reiterated Willis, the
Head of the Herd.
An hour later Harold the
Amorous wended his way toward
the Door Fraternal. He was
smelling a rose and thinking that
maybe lie would • write a sonnet
if he could figure out what a son
net was. I!e was just reaching
for the doorknob when he fell
into a large pit which was clev
erly concealed beneath a doormat
proclaiming “All Who Enter Here
Jazz With Chas
A Band With a Happy Sound
by Chuck 'Chas ' Karsun
Those of you who are planning
to go up io Portland for the big
game this weekend will have an
opportunity to catch an excep
tional entertainment treat. Lea
Brown brings his well-fed. happy
sounding band into Jantzen’s
Beach’s beautiful golden-cano
pied ballroom for a two-night
stand Friday and Saturday
nights.
That well-fed sound is due to
the immense prosperity the Band
of Renown has been enjoying of
late. Successful location stands,
big selling Coral records, occa
sional tours to exploit the record
hits, and—for the past few years
—the well paying berth on the
Bob Hope radio and television
shows are all accomplishments of
which the Brown band can boast.
Brown Band Unique
It has always been something
of a mystery to me as to how
this organization, which is so su
perior musically, could be the
tremendous success that it is
commercially.
Recently I had the good for
tune to hear Les‘ new Coral
“Weather Vane” record album,
and I can tell you that the band
is a swinging wonder! Further
more, the brass section displays
some new-found power.
Zito Has Spark
The recent addition of Jimmy
Zito to the trumpet section ap
pears to be that necessary spark
that has seemed to ignite the
band. Zito, a former maestro
himself and ex-hubby of 20th
Century Fox starlet June Haver,
really registers with his upper
register!
In addition to Zito, the band
contains a lineup of stellar side
men that is second to none. Two
of my favorite soloists are fea
tured with the band. Kay Sims,
who sounds like Bill Harris when
Bill Harris sounded like Bill Har
ris, will be on hand with his fa
cile trombone as will Dave Pell
and his romping tenor sax. Fur
ther delights are afforded by
Geoff Clarkson’s “pianorama”
and Tony Rizzi's sprightly guitar.
Vocaiist Hates High
Lovely Lucy Ann Polk, the gal
who walked off with the Plet
ronome and Down Beat placques
last year as the best girl vocalist
with a band, ably handles her
vocals. Novelty vocals are cap
riciously delivered by Butch
Stone and Stumpy Brown, Les’
younger brother.
Frank Constock really scores
with his magnificent scores for
the band! Imaginative arrange
ments are occasionally contrib
uted by Skippy (I’ve Got My
Love to Keep Me Warm) Martin.
Sentimental Journey
For listening, dancing, or show
purposes, the Brown entourage is
a treat that can’t be beat! If
you decide to take a sentimental
journey to Jantzen, you’ll receive
a million dollars worth of music
for a very reasonable price.
You should pay more for Les.
Are Urol hers.” The Irtindsinen
rushed out with loin; poles and
began prodding; al llarold. For a
time it was thought he was dead,
hut it was later ascertained that
only one leg and two rll>s were
broken, and the high good humor
of the company was restored.
"Bring the rack," shouted Will
is.
"Bring the rack," echoed ev
eryone.
The rack was brought and Har
old, now quite limp but still
clutching the rose, was stretched
upon it. Only the essentials of
Harold's clothing were left upon
Ids body; it was funnier that
way.
After considerable laughter
and some stretching of lisrold
u I>on the ruck, the bondsmen
learned some mystic symbols up
on Harold's flesh and began to
carry the ruck and its burden
down the street toward the abode
of the fair Gladys.
Gladys was smelling a to.
when she hi ard the growl of the
approaching bondsmen. "Its
them," sighed Gladys.
"It's them!" breathed her fes
ters.
“It's they,” moaned the ho-; «
mother, hiding behind a tea s- -
vice.
And it was, too. The bondsmen
carried that rack Into the dining
hall and set It before the fair
Gladys, who was giggling ecstat
ically. Gladys was given the
handle, or whatever one uses to
make the nick streteh whoever
Is on the rack, and she, being a
good sport, turned it mightllv
with the muscles sac had acquir
ed from opening liver cars.
Harold stretched and stretched,
and everyone was a Good Spot*,
and laughed and laughed, and
they all said that it was the best
pinning ever.
The body of Harold, being
rather limited In its adaptability,
was creaking with strain. In fact,
Harold, lately the Amorous, he 1
approached that condition at
which point a rubber band
twangs at a very high key.
Gladys, flushed with the at
tention being given her, and re
membering her duty as a Good
Sport, gave one more exuberant
twist to the handle, and Harold
the Amorous parted in the middle
rather neatly.
It goes without saying that
(his put sort of a damper upon
the whole affair. Some said that
you might have expected Harold
to do something like that, he nev
was much of a good sport. Gladys
was distraught; she couldn't fig
ure out what to do with Harold's
pin. Hut the house mother was
the most upset; it made a nasty
mess in the dining hall.
The bondsmen went running
off home in a pack, Willis the
Weasel in the lead. It may bo
heartening to some to hear that
Willis inadvertently fell in the pit
in front of the Door Fraternal
later that evening and knocked
out two teeth.
Editor's Note:
Chuck Karstin, Emerald mu
sic columnist, sent this column
from Portland, where he is re
covering from an appendec
tomy.
Jazz With (has did not ap
pear in tile Emerald last week
because of Karsun’s illness.
Karsun gets the material for
his column from a study of the
musical world, its records and
its trade publications. He is a
professional musician himself.