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JOE GARDNER. Editor_JEAN SAN DINE, Business Manager
DICK LEWIS, JACKIE WARDEIJL, Associate Editors
PAUL KEEFE, Managing Editor DONNA RUN BERG, Advertising Manager
JERKY HARRELL, News Editor (JORDON RICE, Sports Editor
Honorary or Work Group?
What exactly is an honorary? Is it an honor for those per
sons who have given outstanding service to the Universitv, to
those who have worked hard on activities and maintained a
respectable GPA at the same time?
Or is an honorary on this campus simply an organization
to get more work out of people who are already too busy?
We have examples of both on campus. The first we think
is the proper function of an honorary. Those who have worked
hard—and are still working hard should be given special
recognition.
But we don’t think these people should be given maga
zines to sell or ushering to do or any one of the hundred odd
jobs that the honoraries on this campus do to earn money.
These people are busy in their activities and classes—or
they shouldn’t be in the honorary in the first place. And yet
almost every honorary—and every other organization on
campus for that matter—spends most of its time trying
to figure out a way to earn money.
Some use the money for scholarships. This is fine, and
we’d hate to see the scholarships end. Some use the money
to send representatives to national conventions, and we sup
pose this also has value. Some worry about getting money to
buy an Oregana page or have a party, and we certainly don't
disapprove of the Oregana or parties.
And then there are the honoraries who earn money—and
never see it themselves. A current example'is Homecoming
button sales. Members of Kwama and Phi Theta, most of
whom are already busy working on some phase of Homecom
ing, have to sell buttons downtown.
These girls just don’t have time to pound the streets of
Eugene selling 25 cent Homecoming buttons. We realize
the Homecoming committee needed someone to sell their
buttons, but we wonder at the advisability of giving the job
to people too busy to do a thorough job.
Frankly, we don’t know the solution to the honoraries’
money making problems. But we fail to see the merits in piling
more activities or work on top of already busy people. A per
son can do just so much—too often it’s studying or sleep that
goes before the activities.
Theoretically that would be the solution—when you get
too much, drop a few activities. But then you can’t get into
more honoraries. It’s a vicious circle.
There are just too many honoraries on campus that aren’t
honorary—they’re work groups. Every school and department
has its own honoraries. If you get involved in some of those
as well as an all campus honorary or two, you spend a great
deal of time trying to keep organizations out of debt.
Honoraries, we think, should be honorary.—(JAV.)
We Jumped the Gun
There were a few red faces at the Emerald Shack Wednes
day afternoon. The cause of embarrassment was the banner
headline in the Wednesday morning paper which read “Cor
don, Patterson Win.”
At Emerald press time Wednesday (9:30 a.m.) the in
cumbent Republican had what appeared to be a comfort
ably safe lead of 13,000 votes over his Democratic challenger,
Richard Neuberger. Out of Oregon’s 2449 precincts, only
524 had not yet reported.
Cordon had led in the election returns all through the night
as an Emerald crew tabulated results until 4 a.m. Wednesday.
The Republican’s lead had also been building up throughout
the night: 2000; 5000; 10,000; 12,000. It looked pretty safe
for Cordon. And so the headline was written.
Cordon’s lead was still growing as the Emerald went to
press. And then, within an hour after the papers were off
and distributed, the sudden reverse in election returns started.
What the Emerald had failed to take into consideration was
the fact that the unreported precincts were mainly located in
Neuberger’s stronghold, Multnomah county.
The Emerald is, perhaps, guilty of pulling a Chicago Tri
bune type blunder. The Trib, readers will remember, carried
a large banner headline “Dewey Wins” in their early editions
following the 1948 elections.
However, one thing should be made clear. The Emerald,
which supported Neuberger in the campaign, cannot be ac
cused of wishful thinking for jumping the gun on the Cordon
headline. - _
The Missing Link
“OK, men, the next play i«* OX-83. Now, Bolivar, when you
hear me yell ‘four,’ I’ll give you the ball, then you try to Ret
through the men wearing the yellow aweater* and then head
for the poHta painted purple and white.”
- A DAY AT THE ZOO -
Mother's Rule Guides
Young Man at Dance
They were playing- a waltz,
or something. He didn't know
how to spell waltz; but you
don't have to know how to
spell it to dance it, he kept
telling himself. Possibly this
is a fox-trot, though; if it's a
waltz, he thought, I feel just
like Dorothy Parker, only she
was a woman so I guess I don't
feel quite like that.
— And
t h a t ’ a the
way it’s been
ever since I
had my trou
ble," she was
saying. That
is my baby
talking, that
is this little
amorpho u s
mass of the
opposite sex which my fond
arms are enfolding. He didn't
know what amorphous meant,
but it didn’t particularly mat
ter when you were just think
ing it to yourself.
“Your trouble?’’ he asked
politely. He could remember
rule number one from Mother's
Handy Guide to a Young Gen
tleman’s Deportment When
Engaged in Gentle Courtship:
always be polite, even if it
kills you.
“I just told you about it,”
she said.
“Tell me about it again.”
“You’re such a good conver
sationalist,” she said.
There was a sudden jolt as
they bumped into the ballroom
wall and richocheted back out
into the crowd. I must think
what I’m doing, he thought,
I mustn’t let the maddening
scent of whatever that nause
ating perfume she’s wearing is
arouse the animal in me and
blind me to this ridiculous
circle we’re making around the
dance floor.
The music stopped. “Let’s go
out onto the balcony,” she said.
Ha. She was trying to entice
prying eyes. You have that sweet
him out into the dark, away from
smile, you — you red-blooded
vamp, but you’re not getting me
out onto the balcony. Never can
tell what might happen out there
— you might grab my hand and
hold it. And he didn’t like hold
ing her hand; he had to hold it
while he was dancing, because
that was the traditional manner
in which one danced — but it
was an extremely clammy hand.
He thought maybe she’d
squeezed a slug or night-crawler
just before the dance.
“I.et'a stay Inside and Match
the entertainment,” he sug
gested. She acquiesced and
moved closer to him. The smell
of the perfume nearly asphixl
ated him — It was like (Hit
ting your head right inside the
bottle.
She screamed joyously during
the tappings. Friars tapped and
Druids tapped and Oregon Mo
thers tapped and some spontan
eous group that had formed out
on the balcony tapped, and she
screamed three hundred times.
The screaming was pretty bad,
but he kept thinking that she
might lose her voice, and that
would be the first good thing that
had happened all evening. If
she'd lose her voice and I’d go
blind, she wouldn't be a bad date.
I could hold my breath so I
wouldn’t smell the perfume, and
I could wear gloves so I wouldn't
feel the slug or whatever she’s
wearing on her hand.
Then, just as he was thinking
maybe he would take her out on
to the balcony, and push her off,
he remembered Mother's Rule
Number Two: you're a real man,
so knock 'em dead.
I’d love to,” he said.
“What?” she asked.
“Knock you dead. I’d love to
overwhelm you, smother you,
hold you in my arms ami call
you My Own. True Blue-La
bel Babe, I’d Love—’’
"Dance?” she asked. “They're
playing—”
“—a waltz,” he said. "Every
thing sounds like a waltz tonight.
Hand me that slug again and
watch out for falling plaster.”
And they struggled off into the
mob, doing what he thought was
a waltz and what she was quite
sflre was the Avalon.
But of course, it looked like the
mambo. Romance is like that.
3 Pledge Classes
To be Auctioned
The pledge classes of Alpha
(’hi Omega, Delta (ianuna. and
Kappa Kappa (lamina will be
sold at the AWH Auction today
in the fishbowl at 3:30 p.m.
Any men’s living living orga
nization may bid for the wom<*n.
The highest bidder for each
group may request the presence
of the women during dinner at
their house to serve the meal,
entertain and perform any other
duties such as washing cars and
dogs or shining shoes.
Grad's Day Only
One Week Away
With Homecoming only otic
week away, Inst minute prepara
tions for the special weekend are
brink completed by the Home
coming committee and campus
living organizations.
Paired living organizations
should begin working on both
noise parade floats and Home
coming signs, if they haven't al
ready started, according to Dick
Van Allen, noise parude chair
man. The noise parade Is ached -
nled for 6:30 p.m. Friday, Nov.
12. Judging of the signs will bo
held from 5:30 to 6:30 p.in. Fri
day.
Winners of the noise parade
and the sign contest will receive
trophies at the variety show Fri
day at 9 p.m. The Homecoming
queen will be announced to the
students ul the Friday show.
Itonflre Follows Parade
A bonfire and rally will follow
the noise parade Friday Just pre
ceding the variety show.
Tickets for the Homecoming
dance will be available next
week. Barbeque luncheon tickets
arc on sale at the Student Union
main desk and the alumni of
fice. SU MHO. Price Is J1.25.
Huttons on Kale
Homecoming buttons will go
on sale to students Monday .at
the SU and the Co-op. Price is
10 cents. Part of the 5000 but
tons arc being sold In downtown
Eugene and Springfield this
week for 25 cents.
Traditions will be observed
next week beginning Monday.
Violators names will be recorded
by members of the Order of the
•O' and will be published in the
Oregon Daily Emerald. These
persons will bo punished Friday
by the Order of the 'O,' letter
men's club.
Novelist Here Monday
(Continued from pai/r one)
England and Belgium with his
parent*.
He attended Choate school In
Connecticut and went on to Har
vard. graduating in 1916.
Do* Bassos was in Spain study
ing architecture when World War
I began and he enlisted in the
Harjes volunteer ambulance ser
vice. He later transferred to the
Red Cross and then to the US
army medical corps.
After the war, Dos Bassos
traveled in Mexico and in the
Near East as a roving Journalist.
He participated in a picket-line
before the Boston state house
during one of the anarchist Sar
co-Vanzetti demonstrations dur
ing the early 1920‘s, and was ar
rested. Dos Bassos, however, is
not a communist. He has said
that he is an "old fashioned be
liever in liberty, equality and fra
ternity."
won Award In 1940
He was awarded a Joan Simon
Guggenheim memorial foundation
fellowship for the second time in
1940 when he completed a series
of essays on the American con
cept of freedom of thought.
Dos Passes served as a corres
pondent for Life magazine, in
1945. His latest book. “Most Like
ly to Succeed," was published
this fall.
Indian Weaving
Exhibit Planned
The Oregon folk lore society
will hold Hh regular monthly pro
gram at 2409 Lincoln street,
Monday night at 7:30.
The program will include an
exhibition of Mexican Indian
weaving, with examples from
various collections. Commentary
on the material will be given by
David Hatch, instructor in weav
ing.
A series of 12 programs have
been planned by the group, and
will be given throughout the
school year. The programs will
include lectures on mythology,
early Oregon, Indigenous Indian
groups, demon trations and dis
cussions of various folk arts by
local residents, slides, movies,
and entertainment by local and
nationally known folk singers.