No Cause for Mourning
The Honor Code at the University of Oregon is dead!
Dead, that is, if it ever lived.
Last Thursday, the ASUO senate overwhelmingly voted
to abandon the three year drive to establish an Honor Code
on campus. The drive was discontinued, because the com
mittee found little or no student interest in an honor system
at Oregon.
The Honor Code would have meant the elimination of
proctoring and supervision in classroom examinations. Stu
dents were to be entrusted with the prevention of abbera
tions and apprehension of violators, who were to be prose
cuted before an enlarged student court.
In the spring of 1952, the issue was brought before the
student body for a vote after a six month study by a senate
committee. A slim majority' of 52.6 per cent of the 2027 stu
dents voting approved the system. But the vote was declared
inconclusive, and the Honor Code was sent back to committee
for further study.
Since 1952, the Honor Code has been one of the senate’s
prize hot potatoes, passed from committee to committee and
from senator to senator. The only tangible evidence of the
study being given the system was a rather noxious and maud
lin pamphlet, published last fall by a second senate committee,
entitled “The Oregon Way.” The pamphlet sought, rather ■
unsuccessfully, to present the Honor Code as a part of the I
University tradition, which it certainly was not.
The Honor Code, as far as we can determine, was never a j
part of anything at the University, unless it was a part of
the senate’s self-righteous manner of proving to others that i
it was really doing something creditable. An Honor Code ju>t
never existed in the minds of most students*on campus.
The decision to abandon the Honor Code—taken by the
senate last week upon the recommendation of a third senate
committee, headed by Junior class Vice-president Gordon
Rice—was all too slow in coming, in our opinion. The Honor
Code has been hanging over our heads like an ethereal angel
for three years. Saying anything against it was like denounc
ing motherhood. w . i
And then came the decision of the senate to kill the Honor
Code. Instead of raising a chorus of shocked protests over
this sacrilege, the death blow brought only sighs of relief.
Now that the Honor Code is dead, no one is left to mourn it
Most individuals are admitting to themselves -and other>
that there really never was too much sense in the system, j
because the plan was too impractical. We agree with those j
people who said the Honor Code would never have worked !
at Oregon.
Oh, we don’t mean that Oregon students can’t be trusted j
or that this campus is too hardened and cynical to accept 1
such a challenge as implied in the Honor Code. On the con- !
trary, we think that the University is too sensible, if any
thing. to ever take the Honor Code seriously.
There is something basically insincere and artificial about
an Honor Code, we feel. Why make such a display of our
trustworthiness? Why proclaim to the whole world that we
are honest? Such a display, such a proclamation could well
have the reverse effect of highlighting our other defects,
making us appear insincere instead.
Yes, the Honor Code is dead, and we won't be among
those—if there be any—who will approach the wailing wall
to bemoan its untimely demise. It probably never would have
worked here anyway, and Oregon students were willing to
admit it.
No Arguments, Please
“Anyone else like to disagree on what the test should have
covered?”
Sandwich Slabs
Part of Initiation
In case you were wondering
what some University students
were doing carrying sandwich
advertising boards over home
coming, it was part of their ini
tiation into Alpha Delta Sigma,
national professional advertising
fraternity.
Future ADS members include
Dick Coleman. Trenton Hulls.
Jack Dugan, Harry Lester, Bill
Curnow, Phil Dixon, Dick Koe.
Paul Hales. Veral Peterson, Don
Brown and Charles Hunt. Cole
man and Lester were awarded
five dollar prizes for the best
signs in art and originality.
Oregon's W. F. G. Thacher
chapter of ADS was last year’s
winner of th£ double-A award
in advertising, awarded by the
Advertising Association of the
West.
Formal initiation will take
place later in the month, ac
cording to ADS president John
Cary.
Oregano Gives Away
1954 Senior Pictures
Pictures of graduating sen
iors from last year’s Oregana
will be given away at the Co-op
Tuesday through Thursday.
The free glossy prints will be
distributed to those wanting
them in connection with the pic
ture sale which has been going
on the past week.
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THE INTELLIGENCE QUOTIENT
OF NED FUTTY
Chloe McColgate wan a beautiful coed who majored in psych and
worked in the I.Q. testing department of the university. She did
not work there because she needed money; she worked there because
she loved and admired intelligence above all things. “1 love and
admire intelligence above all things,” is the way she succinctly put it.
Ned Futty, on the other hand, was a man who could take intelli
gence or leave it alone. What he loved and admired above all things
was girls. “What I love and admire above all things is girls," is
the way he put it.
One day Ned saw Chloe walking by on the campus. “Holy Toledo!”
he exclaimed. “How sweetly flows that liquefaction of her clothes!”
The following day he saw her walking past again. “Great bulls of
fire!” he exclaimed. “Next, when I cast mine eyes and sec that brave
vibration each way free, O, how that glittering taketh me!”
When he saw her again the next day, he could no longer contain
himself, lie ran up and blocked her way. “Excuse me,” he said,
tugging his forelock, “I am Ned Futty and I love you beyond the
saying of it. Will you be mine?”
She looked ri Vj quarter-inch haircut, his black rimmed glass**,
his two-day h°ard, his gamy T-shirt, his tattered jeans, his de
composing tenn.s shoes. “You are not unattractive,” she admitted,
“but for me beauty is not enough. Intelligence is what I require
in a man.”
“I’m smart as a whip” said Ned with a modest blush. “Back home
everybody always said, ‘You got to get up pretty early in the morning
to get ahead of old Ned Futty.
“Maybe so,” said Chloe, “but if you don’t mind, I'd like to make
8Ur.«r .! yo*i come into the I(2- testing department with me?”
With you I would go into a malted milk machine,” cried Ned
Futty and laughed and smote his thigh and bit Chloe’* nap.- in an
excess of passion and high spirits. Scampering goutlike, he followed
her into the I.Q. testing department.
“First I will test your vocabulary,” said Chloe.
“Shoot!” said Ned gaily and licked her palm.
“What does juxtaposition mean?”
“Beats me,” he confessed cheerily.
“How about inefFable?”
“Never heard of it," smiled Ned, plunging his face into her clavicle.
“With fur on?” said Ned doubtfully.
Chloe sighed. “How arc you on arithmetic?” she asked.
“A genius,” he assured her.
“What’s the difference between a numerator and a denominator’”
“My feeling exactly!” said Ned with an approving nod “What’s
the difference?”
“If a man earns fifty dollars a month,” said Chloe, “and saves 12"o
of his earnings, how long would it take him to save $100?”
“Forever,” said Ned. "Who can save anything on $50 a month’”
“How do you find a square root?”
“How should I know?” replied Ned, giggling. “I’m no square.”
How are you on English?” asked Chloe.
“I speak it fluently,” said Ned with quiet pride.
“What is the present tense of wrought?”
of th^rMaxixePlie<i Ned’ clutching ChIoe to him and dancing 32 bars
“Next I will test yoa for manual dexterity,” said Chloe. She handed
him a board punched full of oddly shaped holes and a collection of
oddly shaped pegs. “Fit the pegs in the holes," she instructed him.
Let s neck instead, suggested Ned.
“Maybe later,” said Chloe. “First the pegs ”
re ”hefd for ChSe°Ut “ longish intcrval- Finally he tired of it and
But she fended him off “Ned Futty,” she said, "you are dumb
You have the highest dumbness score of anybody 1 have ever tested*
Jbo^aH things'”""^ y°Ur giFl’ f°r 1 ,OVe and admiro Intelligence ,
He hurled himself on the floor and clasped her about the knees
But I love you!" he cried in anguish. “Do not send me from y™ nr
shapes!” ^ a 8U 88 Idace-fu!1 ot dim and fearful
“lam sorry,” she answered, “but you are too dumb ”
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“Stay!” cailed Chloe. %
He turned.
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“Then come to me and be my love!” cried Chloe iovouslv “pn,
you are not dumb! You are smart! Anybody is .llt u ,
Phihp Morris with its fine vintage tobaccos, its cool reSxKg Sild®
ness, its superior taste, its snap-open pack Ned low, '
cigarette and marry me!” 1 d’ 1 er’ S,ve mc a
And they smoked happily ever after. „
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