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Welcome to Oregon, Dad
Welcome to our campus world this weekend. Dad. We’re aw
fully glad you could come down tor your day at Oregon.
If it's your first visit as an Oregon Dad, there are a lot of
things on campus you’ll want to see. If you’re an oldtimer in
.this Dad's Day business, you probably have a lot of favorite
spots you want to see again. And if you spent your own under
graduate days at Oregon, well, there have certainly been a lot
of changes down here.
The student committee working on Dad's Day has a full pro
gram for your enjoyment. You’ll want to hear Gov. I’atterson
at the luncheon in the SU this noon and the University of
jWashington-Oregon basketball game on tap tonight in Mac
court promises to be a good clash for you sports fans.
Maybe you’ll just seek a quiet spot for a cup of coftee and a
long chat. Most anyone on campus has his favorite spot for
coffee because we traditionally get a lot of talking and "sosh
ing” done over a cup of coffee.
Most living organizations are holding open house for you and
there’ll be special dinners. We hope you’ll have time for a tour
of our campus and at least a look in at the Student Union, cen
tral hub of most campus activities.
However you decide to spend the day, Dad, we're very glad
you’re here. Have a good time and we hope you like it so well
that you’ll be back for a second look next year and another look
the year after.—(E.S.)
No Closed Shop, Please
From a Student Union point of view, the proposal to select
members of the SU board by the board itself is logical enough.
But from an overall campus viewpoint, the present system of
having a joint SU board-ASUO senate screening committee
make the final selection is a better system.
No one could argue that the SU board doesn’t have the
right to select its own members, but cooperation with the
senate on this selection helps make the activity of the board
less set off from student participation. We feel that the senti
ments voiced by Director of Student Affairs Donald M. Du
Shane at the board meeting Wednesday, and expressed by the
senate at its meeting Thursday, are justified.
The SU board, like the senate, is an agent of student interest.
Its perpetuation plan is designed to eliminate “politics,” but it
isn’t well for the board to shut itself off from contact with the
students through the student-elected body.
Progressive Education
-A Day at the Zoo
Some Meaningless Glub
Writ to Honor OI' Waldo
by Bob Funk
Emerald Columnist
(Ed. note: The above head
line, we believe students will
agree, is an unfair appraisal
of the following column. How
ever, it represents something
of a milestone in Emerald his
tory, in that It is the first head
line Over Bob Funk's column,
in the four-and-a-half years
that he has been column writ
ing for the Emerald, that was
written by Funk himself.
To begin wii.li, we should like to
dedicate this column to Waldo,
The Light of the Campus, whom,
according to Monday’s Emerald,
must go.
This departure will mean the
end of our most golden era. With
Waldo go all love, poetry, happi
ness, and color. There is damned
little left to live for. With the
Millrace stagnant, and Waldo
gone, it is only a matter of time
until the whole structure of Uni
versity society sighs and quietly
caves in.
*****
“ ‘Twas the Eve of St. Gladys,
and all through the college/ Not
a creature was stirring, not even
a knowledge.”
They were sit
ting on the dor
mitory bed,
reading English
literature. 11
was hardly the
sort of thing
they would usu
ally have been
caught dead do
ing; but there
was a test to
morrow.
Harry thumbed through his
notes. “January 11,” he read.
“The opening lines are fraught
with Byzantine symbolism,
somewhat mitigated by the
fact that the poet’s wife had
just left on a date with his
best friend.’’
"I don’t get it,” said Herbert.
“It don't make no sense.”
“Then it’ll probably be on thel
test,’’ said Harry wisely; “we’d
better memorize it.” He read on
in his notes. “The fifteenth stanza
describes the trials of gentle
Joyce, who prettily contrives to
get her uncle's property by kill
ing of all the other heirs.”
After some rather involved ex
ploration in the lit book, Herbert
found the fifteenth stanza and be
gan reading about the trials of
Joyce:
“Then she, clad in Harvard
crimson,/Sealed her cousin In a
vault ;/Said “When the will
comes up for probate,/I’ll be
taker by default.’ (*Footnote:
having killed her uncle’s heir,
the property passes to her by
intestacy, there being no oth
er heirs.”)
Harry was reading his notes.
“This part of the poem is tinged
with melancholy, perhaps brought
about by the fact that the poet's
wife never did return from the
date. In 1876 she sent him a col
ored postcard from Cannes.”
“I still don’t get it,” complained
Herbert. “There ain’t no_real
plot or nothing.” It was his cross
in life that the course in English
lit did not embrace L’il Abner.
“The glorious tale continues
unfolding,” Harry revealed from
his notes, “with an image-sa
tiated description of the old cas
tle and its colorful inhabitants.”
Herbert took charge bf the
glorious unfolding. “Lois Ruth,
the Doberman-Pinscher, canop
ied with autumn leaves/Sitting
on the rustic drawbridge, eats
a fly and damned near heaves.”
Harry did not have anything
about this part in his notes. “This
part probably doesn’t mean.any
thing,” he decided. Herbert
agreed, rather too readily.
“The climax of the poem,"
Harry read, “is usually thought
to occur in the thirtieth stanza.
Some scholars say that the cli
max could not possibly occur
there because the thirtieth stanza
was not part of the original poem
and was added much later by
Robert Louis Stevenson. Robert
Louis Stevenson replied that it
most certainly WAS NOT added
by him, and to leave his name
out of the whole nasty mess. A
third school of thought is that the
poem has no climax; that the
poem is a study in anti-climax,
if anything. This is obviously an
anti-intellectual viewpoint, to be
lamented."
Herbert had lapsed into an un
easy napping state, and did not
har this last which was just as
well, since he was rather out of
sorts. He awoke just in time to
begin on the conclusion of the
poem.
“Sung with sylvan summer
softness,/Sad my song has
seemed, and long;/* (Foot
note: scholars,who have dis
agreed on many things in this
poem, have all agreed that this
statement by the poet is no
thing short of an Absolute
Truth.) Now about the ruined
castle, beauteous ghost of
Joyce doth pasa,/De we hear
It murmur, sweetly, words like
‘What the hell, alas’?”
Harry had something about
thic in his notes. It was a picture,
deftly done in ink, of Marilyn
Monroe. To her right was a small
battleship, to her left a place
where the pen had leaked all
over, and below her there stretch
ed an inviting blank space, which
was, perhaps, the most symbolic
thing of all.
“I don’t get nothing,” said Her
bert. Harry said that he didn't
get nothing, either. They went
cut for coffee; after all, man
cannot live by literature alone.
College Capers...
From Coast
to Coast
By Tina Flak
Emerald Exchange Editor
Classes in the sky in a new fea
ture offered to geography and'
geology students at the Sor-_
bournne University in France.
First there's a lecture on the -
ground and then a flight over the
urea being studied. While up in
the air the students listen to the
professor’s lecture through eai -
phones in order to eliminate the
noise of the plane's motor:
* * *
Oregon isn't the only campus
that has been hit by a burglary.,
epidermic ... This school year
two fraternities at Georgia Tech
wei^e looted of $260 by un arose 1
hold-up man.
♦ • »
University of British Columbl i'
students in Vacouver have join<- I
Toronto an<l Cambridge students*
in denouncing Senator Joseph
McCarthy. Students at Victoria”
College in Toronto burned an i f-,
figy of the senator. J
• « • «
The University of North Caro
lina's humor magazine, Tarna-”
tion, has added a new definition,
to the old cliche — “wayoflife."
They call it “a rather nebulous,
term, encompassing everything, .
meaning nothing, and liberally
sprinkled through speeches by
orientation counsellors and politi--*
cians."
* * *
Another definition comes from .
the Cavalier Daily at the Univer
sity of Virginia. Says the Daily: -
“We’ve been sitting around this
university, man and boy, for over,
five years, and we have finally
decided that an education is the
process of deadening one end in
order to liven up the other."
• * •
There’s an item telling about
the prof at the University of.
Iowa who invented a grading ma
chine. It consists of a. mechanical
computer which is loaded before
the test with both questions and'
answers. Student papers are then,
fed into the machine and sorted .
into neat piles of A’s, B's, etc..
-Campus Comment
Mind Drifts Back to Days
Before Student Union at UO !•
By Sam Frear
Emerald Columnist
Beginning in today’s Emer
ald a new column, “Campus
Comment,” written by Sam
Frear. A junior in Far Eastern
Studies, Frear is at Oregon for
a second time, serving a stint in
the army since the last time
he was here.
The Emerald’s new columnist
first enrolled at Oregon In 1948,
majoring in liberal arts. In No
vember, 1949, he joined the an*
my and spent two years in
Tokyo, in General McArthur’s
general headquarters.
Discharged in 1953, Frear re
turned to Oregon last spring
term. His home is in Park
Ridge, New Jersey.
The fishbowl was deserted. A
few couples were scattered here
and there in the red leather
booths. The juke box was silent.
Through the department store
windows we could see the murky
Oregon day; slow quiet rain. I
shivered.
“You know,”
my companion
said, "this place
reminds me of
the cremator
ium at Forest
Lawn.”
"Yeah,” I a
greed, "or other
times it’s like
post time at
Churchill
J-/UWI18.
VVc sat in silence again and
I let my mind drift back to
the Pre-SU^days at Oregon,
I
the “good old days" that al- ’•
ready seemed to belong to a
distant past.
Across from Straub there lia'f*
been a place called "The Bird," *
where, on rainy winter eve
nings, we would sit in a scarreiL
booth before the fireplace and .
sip coffee. Smoke clinging to*
the ceiling, the low jangle of ■
pinball machines and ever-pres-*
ent crowds gave the place a
“collegiate’’ air. All this and pal
atable coffee ..
The campus hangout was “The
Side.” That was before Oregon*
provincialism set in and you could
cut your afternoon classes to
wander over there and have a’
cool beer. On weekend evenings'
there was always a party in the'
back room, and after rallies or
athletic contests there was a par-/
ty all over the place—win or lose.
Perhaps the beer accounted
for “The Side’s” cordiality, fo* '
now the woodwork seems dark- *
er, the lights dimmer, and the
laughter more subdued. But the
atmosphere is substantially the -
same, and besides, ybu can get
a nickel cop of coffee without
sweating out creeping lines.
The "Campus Coffee Shop” was__
called Taylor’s. Tradition had it"
rumored that it was a “men only'’-*
place. But then, traditions are
never well observed at Oregon."
That’s a tradition. “Rennel’s Ren
dezvous,” now closed, served
cheap meals for off-campus stu-'
dents and provided a place for.
English professors to play pinball
practically unobserved.
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