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A New Seating Plan
Pity the poor cheer leaders as they search our football
grandstands for some rooters and instead find complete con
fusion—groups of suspiciously happy fraternity men. clusters
of squeaky voiced freshmen women, a scattering of piggers
and married couples, a colorful section of sweatered honorary
belongers, some aloof sorority women and a few general ad
mission tickt holders who should be in the end bleachers.
To say the least, it’s a challenge to get yells out of such as
these.
The ASUO senate scratched the surface of this problem
the other week when it requested that the rally board com
mittee check into the matter of allowing married women
to sit at the games with their student husbands.
The rally board committee passed the assignment to the j
rall}r board and this group came up with the answer to the
whole problem of spirit and seating. The seating plan calls
for considerable shuffling and regimenting of spectator groups.
However, if effective and organized rooting is our goal, this
seems to be the answer.
Spectators in the student section would be seated from the
50 yard line south in the following order: Men 50 to 30 yard
line, women 30 to 15 and piggers and married students, 15 to
0.
The group that this seating arrangement really hurts is that
composed of piggers and married couples. But as one rally
board member explains it,” The married students contribute
practically nothing to the cheering.” So keeping in mind that
effective rooting is our goal, there is reason to relegate the
“couples” to the end of the grandstand.
The rally board is going to attempt to put this plan into
effect at Saturday’s game. They hope to enforce it primarily by
appealing to student cooperation and will post signs to explain
the new seating arrangement.
It will take a lot of student help to make this plan work. One
of the best ways of making it work is to reactivate the Oregon
tradition of pigging.
Before this plan can be put into effect it must be okeyed
by the senate. Then to make it work it will take, first strict
•enforcement by some organized group, probably the Order
of the O and, second, full backing by the student body and
this includes pigging.
Pigging at Oregon is in a sorry state of disuse. In the
good old days a prospective pigger would be razzed out of
the stands in a minute. Now the cuddling couples can coo
at will. If they want to play it romantic, let ’em sit on the
10 yard line.
Actually there’s not too much to get excited about, what
with but one more home game to come. The plan has merit
and we think it would spark up the spirit a lot. But scmebody
—senate, rally board committee or rally board—should have
gotten this plan working weeks ago.
—(D.L.)
Homecoming Hero
r
“Naw, he wasn’t 'the hero of the game—he got his pants
ripped off on the last play.”
Letters to the Editor
Neglected Veterans
KinrnUI Kditor:
While sitting In a booth at
Maxie's the other night, I was
accosted by a young man with
forlorn evos and woe-begone
expression on his face. On the
pretense of feeling lonesome
he asked if he might join me,
and upon sitting down he un
folded his heart breaking story
of trials and tribulations.
It seems that this particular
fellow was a veteran who was
withdrawing from school. He
had attempted several times
to adjust to a civilian life of
academic pursuits, only to
become a miserable failure.
For him nothing had worked.
He had missed the boat intel
lectually, socially, economic
ally.
me vet in ipiesuon was
plan u«>. by the Inability to
make proper decisions. l>ong
years of forced behavior in the
service hail made him a slave
of fixated habits. At crucial
moments calling for rational
thought, he would succumb to
emotional disturbances. As a
result, there followed frustra
tion, dejection, a feeling of
complete defeat.
"Man!" I exclaimed, “all you
need to do is play it cool! Re
lax! Look at things objective
ly! Don’t be over zealous! Take
it easy! Don't jump to hasty
conclusions! Laugh occasional
ly and let nature take its
course!”
“Yes,” he replied abjectly,
"I know, yet somehow I just
can't learn that line of ap
proach. However, thanks for
the suggestions and good-bye."
Two dolorous tears welled up
to his clouded eyes and rolled
pathetically down his face. He
struggled to his feet, handed
me a scrap of paper, and
ambled listlessly towards the
door, a hopelessly lost soul.
Glancing at the paper in my
band, I read these words:
This college and “Vets Bill”
I'm leaving
My second choice used—bas
ket weaving.
I've failed the arts.
So am forsaking these parts.
My home, my world, and all
grieving.
The moral of this story is
that the average veteran has
need of more patience, helpful
guidance, sympathy, love, and
understanding from other peo
ple.
Vernon D. Travis
Wonderful Support
Emrald Editor:
I wanted to take this oppor
nity of writing you a letter
for publication in the Emerald
which would indicate to you
the importance of the band,
the rally squad and the stu
dent rooters to our athletic
program, particularly in foot
ball and basketball.
In these days when profes
sional sports are receiving the
emphasis they are in the news
papers and magazines, it is
evident that one of the dis
tinguishing features of inter
collegiate athletics is the spirit
and enthusiasm of their teams,
looters and supporting musi
cal organizations.
The University of Oregon is
particularly fortunate under
the leadership of Bob Vagner
to have developed one of the
outstanding collegiate bands,
both from the standpoint of
musicianship and showman
ship. All of us can be justly
proud of the fine things they
Campus Briefs
• Canterbury club will meet
Sunday evening for a discussion
period with Father Ellis at St.
Mary’s Episcopal church, 13th
and Pearl. Services will be held
at 6 p.m., followed by an in
formal supper and the discussion.
• Sally MacIntyre, Maurine
Naylor, Sylvia Birch, Doris Al
len, Gerald Trask, Adelbert Mc
Inteer and Ronald Dodge were
confined to the infirmary Thurs
day for medical attention, ac
cording to hospital records.
have doin' during the halftime
program*! In t!n« several year*!.
It Ih iiImi evident that the rally
M|iiad with tin- present rally
committee, and the sponsorship
being rurnisheil liy Mr. SI Fll
ingson, will rapidly develop an
easily outstanding program by
our student rooters.
In behalf of the entire ath
letic staff I want to take this
opportunity of sincerely con
gratulating thi' band unci the
rooters for their wonderful
support this year. Let us make
it a tradition.
Very sincerely yours,
Leo A. Harris
Director of Athletics
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HOME, SWEET HOMECOMING
A fcreat number of people have been nuking me lately, “What in
Homecoming?” Yesterday, for example, an 1 walked from my house
to the establishment of Mr. Bigafoos, the local lepidoptcnst where
1 had left a half dozen limit moths to be mounted — a distance of no
more than three blocks — I’ll wager that well over u thousand people
stopped me and said, “What is Homecoming?”
Well, what with company coming for dinner and the cook down
with a recurrence of breukbone fever, 1 could not tarry to answer
Trm1" tlUl'8tions. “Head rfly column next week,” 1 cried to them.
“I’ll tell all about Homecoming.” With that 1 brushed past and
raced home to baste the milliard nnd apply poultices to the cook,
who, despite my unending ministrations, expired quietly during the
night, a woman in her prime, scarcely 108 years old. Though her
passing grieved me, it was some satisfaction to be able to grunt her
last wish — to lie buried at sea — which is no small task when you
live in Pierre, South Dakota.
With the dinner guests fed and the cook laid to her watery rest,
I put out the cat and turned to the problem of Homecoming.
First of all, let us define Homecoming. Homecoming is a weekend
when old graduates return to their alma maters to see a football
game, ingest great quantities of food and drink, and inspect each
other s bald spots.
This occasion ** marked by the singing of old songs, the slapping
of old backs, and the frequent utterance of such outcries as “Marry
you old polecat!” or “Harry, you old rooster!” or "Harry, you old
wombat! or “Harry, you old mandrill!” All old grads are named
Harry.
During Homecoming the members of the faculty behave with
unaccustomed animation. They laugh and smile and pound backs
and keep shouting, “Harry, you old retriever!” These unscholarly
actions arc performed in the hope that the old grads, in a transport
of bonhomie, will endow a new geology building.
The old grads, however, are seldom seduced. Uy game time on
Saturday, their backs are so sore, their eyes so bleary, and their
livers so sluggish that it is impossible to get a kind word out of
them, much less a new geology building. “Ilmphli!” they snort as
the home team completes a 101 yard march trr a touchdown. “Call
that football? Why, back in my day they’d huve been over on the
first down. By George, football was football back in those days -
not this namby pamby girls game that passes for football today.
Why, look at that bench. Fifty substitutes sitting there! Why in
my day, there were eleven men on a team and that was it. When you
broke a leg, you got taped up and went right back in. Whv, I remem
ber the big game against State. Harry Wallaby, our star quarter
hack, was killed in the third quarter. I mean he was pronounced dead.
But did that stop old Harry? Not on your tintype! Back in he went
and kicked the winning drop-kick in the last four seconds of nluy
dead as he was. Back in my day, they played football, by George!”
Everything, say the old grads, was bettor back in their day -
everything except one. Even the most unreconstructed of the old
pads has to admit that back in his day they never had u smoke like
Unlay s vintage Philip Morris - never anything so mild and pleasing,
day in day out, at study or at play, in sunshine or in shower, on
grassy bank or musty taproom, afoot or ahorse, at home or abroad,
any time, any weather, anywhere.
I take up next another important aspect of Homecoming - the
decorations in front of the fraternity house. Well do I remember
one Homecoming of my undergraduate days. The game was against
Princeton. The Homecoming slogan was “Hold That Tiger!” Each
fraternity house built a decoration to reflect that slogan, and on
the morning of the game a group of dignitaries toured Fraternity
«ow to inspect the decorations and award a prize for the best
I he decoration chairman at our house was an enterprising young
man named Hex Sigafoos, nephew of the famous lepidoptcrist Hex
surveyed fraternity Row, came back to our house and said, “All
the other houses are building cardboard cages with cardboard tigers
mside of them. Wc need to do something different and I’ve got it.
Were going to have a real cage with a real tiger inside of it - a
snarling, clawing, slashing, real live tiger!"
“Crikey!” we breathed. “But where will you get him?”
I'll borrow him from the zoo,” said Rex, and sure enough, he did.
Well sir, you can imagine what a sensation it was on Home
coming morning. The judges drove along nodding politely at card
board tigers in cardboard cages and suddenly they came to our house.
•No sham beast in a sham cage here! No sir! A real tiger in a real
cage a great striped jungle killer who slushed and roared and
acaffuryn<1 dash<id hlmself “gainst the bars of his cage with mani
There can be no doubt that we would have easily taken first prize
8dl° . e Rocked out the bars of the cage and leape/mto
Of tftsi.an<* devourecl Mr. August Schkmmcr, the governor
vlrshv n^’nMp KOn Ardsley Devereaux, president of the uni
e™ yk ,r;,°- P- Gr.an8n?17‘. author of A Treasury of the World's
Aii .AVth"lo‘JV <>f Left. Hood Literature, Mr.
n“r:commissioner of weights and measures, Mrs. Amy
lnV<‘nu°r °f- the„ clarinet, Mr. JarrCtt Thrum, world’s
ldo pound lacrosse champion, Mr. Peter Bennett Hough, editor of tho
hterary quarterly Spasm, and Mrs. Ora Wells Anthony first woman
to tunnel under the North Platte River. «ML «huL„
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