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AL KARR, Editor BILL BRANDSNESS, Business Manager
PAT GILDEA, ELSIE SCHILLER, Associate Editors
KITTY FRASER, LAURA STURGES, Editorial Assistants
JACKIE WARDELL, Managing Editor
JOE GARDNER, News Edtior SAM VAHEY, Sports Editor
Chief Makeup Editor: Paul Keefe Asst. Managing Editors: Len Calvert, Bob
Chief Night Editor: Anne Hill Patterson
Chief Copy Desk Editor: Gloria Lane Asst. News Editors: Dorothy Her, Gordon
Rice, Sally Ryan
Somebody Goofed
Monday’s bandwagon rally notwithstanding, that vague
thing called “spirit” at Oregon has been even more conspicuous
by its absence this year—but there's a lot of disagreement as
to why and as to so what.
Here are some of the trickles we've been bearing in the cur
rent discussion about the apparent inertness of students,
especially at certain sports events on Saturday afternoons:
• College students are too sophisticated to get in there
and yell for their team.
• Oregon students are free thinkers, and, as such, refuse
to join the crowd and cheer. *
• Fraternity men think that they’re above yelling.
• The rally squad is composed of an inept yell king, unco
operative yell dukes, and willing but unsensational song
queens.
• The rally board is sitting on its heels, showing no in
itiative for rallies, noise parades, and game stunts.
• Oregon, until the last two games, hasn't been a winning
football team. '
• No one has any time to turn out for rallies.
• Oregon studehts choose to expend their energy in dem
onstrations for their favorite candidates rather than cheering
at football games.
These are not just possible explanations for the lack of
spirit shown; we have heard every one of them expressed at
one time or another these past few weeks. And there is
quite a bit of truth in some of them.
It Ccn Be Overcome
We agree that there is a tendency for college students, es
pecially at Oregon, to refuse to cut loose and yell at games—
but for the most part this can be overcome by imaginative and
inspiring means. There will still be quite a few of us who won’t
chant ‘‘silly-sounding” phrases, but most of us will respond to
top-notch yell leading and aggressive grid play with spirit of
pur own. That’s all anyone should want.
The rally squad certainly is trying to whip up spirit, but it
is in a position where it is fighting the students to yell, not
leading them. A combination of four straight losses by the
team (until its current winning streak), relative inactivity by
the rally board, uninspiring, unimaginative and hackneyed
yells and methods at games, artificial rallies (but Thursday
night’s was an improvement), the yell king doing the wrong
thing at the right time as far as appealing to the rooters, and
a detached feeling in the stands have served to hold back
possible displays of oomph.
But, as we say, it wouldn’t take a miracle to convert the
stands into willing noisemakers. Even now, many of the towns
people of Eugene and Portland have boosted the Ducks at the *
games, as have the Hayward field Knothole club members.
[With the right conditions, we think students would, too.
* Voluntary Atmosphere Needed
Something got students going Monday, after the USC vic
tory, even if a lot of them never saw the game or saw it in
comparative silence (except for natural outbursts at the fre
quent Oregon high points in the game.) What is needed now
is capitalization upon such moments, by ipspirng rally efforts.
Then, we think, a voluntary atmosphere of vocal spirit would
do a lot to satisfy Cas’ desire for consistent support—not just
when Oregon wins.
The Oregon squad has been supplying Oregon students
with a vital factor for spirit lately—inspiring play and a
chance lor the students to see the Webfoots win at home,
which should do a lot to improve “spirit.”
The problem, on the whole, is one of student attitude and
loyalty to the University of Oregon in general. Withi© that
context, the job is one for the rally board and rally squad to
inspire students, especially at the games. They haven’t done
so the past few years, and particularly this year.
Letters to the Editor
Back to BA
Emerald Editor:
I do not ordinarily engage in
this type of correspondence, but
if I don’t write this letter, I fear
that I shall run mad. It is in re
gard to your (and I use the term
in its most liberal meaning)
"critic.”
I did not say anything when
he reviewed several New York
stage plays, which, due to
pressing engagements here on
campus, I shall probably miss
seeing this season, nor did I
say anything when he ruth
lessly shredded “See How They
Run,” which I thought was ex
cellently produced and present
ed. Biit when I read his review
of “Limelight"—that did It! As
it seems that anyone with the
literary or phonetic ability to
utter “I um a critic” is given a
column and a byline, I thought
A Day at the Zoo
Ugh
by Bob Funk
fcmorald Columnist
He was drinking a cup of cof
fe. He hated coffee; hated it so
much that as a general rule he
passed it up for Coke. He also
hated Coke, but not as much as
coffee. They did not serve Coke
for breakfast, and this was
breakfast.
He knew It
was breakfast
because he
could smelt
the everlast
ing smell of
She everlast
ing eggs curd
ling or frying
o r whatever
you care to
call it, in about a ton of old
grease. Old-grease-encrusted
eggs; this is the way we start
our day, he thought, with loud
gurgling noise which meant
“let’s gdt the hell out of here
and go back to bed.” He would
have gone back to bed, except
that going back to bed meant
missing classes; missing
classes meant flunking
courses; flunking courses
meant not graduating—and he
was going to graduate if it
killed him and every member
of the family.
Jones was sitting next to him,
gnawing on a piece of toast. No
body could gnaw louder than
Jones.
“Jones,” he said, "you’re mak
ing me sick to my stomach.”
“You’ll feel better later,”
Jones said. Jones was such a
charming optimist. The Optimist
of the Breakfast. Table, Mr.
George Arnold Jones, Alpha of
Oregon scroll number 259, GPA
nil, IQ doubtful.
He doubted if he would feel
better, Jones or no Jones. He
would have to sit through his
eight o’clock before the time
of the morning would come
around when he would feel
bdtter, and if he did sit
through the eight o’clock he
would have a fit or something
from boredom. Maybe things
would be better at nine, when
they were drinking coffee and
playing the slot machine. The
Invincible Slot Machine, in ten
colors, special when lit.
He always liked the place that
it said “SPECIAL' WHEN LIT.”
It reminded him of his fraternity
brothers. This morning it re
minded him of Joan, too. She
had been pretty special when lit,
Saturday night. Saturday night
seemed a long time ago in a lot
of ways, but she was the kind
of girl that left a bad taste in
your mind for days.
tha't I would take advantage of
these entrance requirements
and join thin hallowed group.
I am not going to mention the
fact that “Limelight” is in itself
a unique achievement in that it
was produced, directed, musical
score written and the leuding
role portrayed by one man. Fur
ther, I will not mention that
most of our New York and Lon
don critics said that this was un
doubtedly a screen classic, critics
who, to say the least, are slightly
more eminent than our own mod
ern representative of the Edin
burgh Review, and, to say the
most, are probably a great deal
more qualified.
But I will say this: if only
taken for its warmth, Its hum
an kindness, its love, its hum
or, Its pathos, “Limelight” Is
a memorable picture, a picture
to la* seen and to be enjoyed by
anyone who has the feelings to
It was time to go to class.
.Jones was making groaning
noises as If he meant to get
out of his chair. Jones didn’t
need to groan so much; he
was going to a class you could
“C” If you had blood and were
breathing, a class full of beau
tiful girls (Jones said so; if
Jones said so, it must be true)
and pleasant dreams. Jones
wouldn’t, have anything to do
but sit there letting his cof
fee dissolve his egg, and look
at the beautiful girls.
He got out of his chair; some
thing must have happened to
some of the muscles in his legs
last night; they had come untied,
or something. He picked up his
notebook; it had peach jam on
it. Maybe he would lick it off
during his eight o'clock.
He put on his coat; the poor
damned old coat that had to
get up in the morning and go
along to class; the coat that
was made out of one part wool
to one part old rain-sog to one
part cigarette smoke. And he
walked out of the front door
of the fraternity house with
Jones.
Somebody had written "Trick
or Treat’’ on the sidewalk in
lipstick.
“Trick,” said Jones.
"Treat,” he said, wondering a
little what they were talking
about. They walked off down the
sidewalk together.
do no. (Of course, If one does- .
n’t ... )
In closing, may I suggest that,
your "critic,” as hard as It may
seem, give up the field of artistk*
criticism and go back to business
administration, Less eminence,'
but more money.
Chris Chisholm
On "Irresponsible Drivel'
Dear Emerald Editor:
The demands of an Emerald
reader are necessarily not many,
—but why, in Sam Hill, doesn't
the Emerald get a critic?
needed one: it still needs on-v
The ineptness of the person no*
brazenly writing under that
pseudonym has been demonstra
ted beyond question with the
credible imbecility of his receat
review of Chaplin's IJmeligkw
The emptiness of such unfit
retted criticism is self-apparent*
Criticism should perform a con
structive or informative func
tion: it has no other end. Tb*
critic is above all a responsible
person, expected to reveal some
justness and thought In his pro
nouncements, or at least to try
to, whether he be humorous op
sad, entertaining or didactic.
Most men can tear down, f.**
can build. The bad, irrespon“iht«
drivel of the "Emerald critic'*
can set no precedent: it can onfy
wound and disgust the thought-*1
ful, amuse the groundlings, and
lower the standards and moraje*
of a paper already dartgerou iy_
low.
Sincerely,
Don H. Hensley
Winston Cozine
Why the Dads' Lounge?.
Emerald Editor:
After reading in Wednesday'*1
Emerald that the Young Demo
crats are sponsoring a program^
Sunday evening featuring Sen-J
ator Wayne L. Morse as speakerj
I couldn't help wondering why
their meeting was being held :**<
the Dad's Lounge of the StudcrJj
Union where the audience wuuid I
be limited to only 200 people. H
A man who has aroused tile (
controversy that Senator Morsi'e
has would surely attract a mu ti
larger audience nnd hence, »v*r1
though it would distract froir"
the informality of the t dk.
should warrant the stage of tty |
Student Union Ballroom wheru
all interested persons would haw *
an opportunity to hear his views*
Larry Schwartz
The Big Chance
i promised that you could play during the Jast half, and I want you
to know that I’m a man of my word.”