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. WR PEN INCLUDES: Disassembling, Adjusting Cleaning, New Ink Sac Stamna s®eSj;v Jewelry^Siore of all the pleasures brings... only you T V1 can give this gift! YOUR PORTRAIT ^iimiHiiiiHiiiiiiinnitmuiiitumnitmdtmiiiimiiiiiirmiiitfimumiiiH! Please Phone 4-3432 For an Early Appointment THE FEHLY STUDIO 1214 Kincaid On the Campus iiHUHUuiHUiumiittittitUiiuiiiiHiiiiiiuiiiiiiihHiiiDiiSiiiiiiiiiimimiiti^ Oregon Daily EMERALD The Oregon Daily Emerald la published five days a week during the schwd year except examination and vacation periods, by the Student Publicationa lionrd of tnr Uotvef* •ity of Oregon. Entered ax second class matter at the post office, Eugene, Oregon. Sum •cription rates: $5 per school year; $J a term. Opinion* expressed on the editorial pages are those of the writer and do not pretend to represent the opinions of the ASl'O or of the University. Unsigned editorials ate written by the editor; initialed editorials by the associate editors. JOE GARDNER, Kilitur II AN SAN DIN K, llu»inr«» M»n»«rr nil K LEWI'S. .I.M KIK WAHDKI.I,, A»wri«to MltOf* l'AII K 1 K (■ K, ManaicinK E.liti.r IIONN'A l( I' Ml l-.ln A.I • 11. V. * I! Kin HARNKI.i.. New. K4i«..r ' GORDON Hll I , ( hirt Deak Editor: Sally Kvan Chief Makeup Editor: Sam Yahey Feature Editor: Dorothy Her A»s’t. Managing Editor: Anne Ritchey A»»’t. News Editors: Mary Alice Allen, Anne Hill, Boh Kohinaon Chiet Night Editor: Valerie Her*h A*»‘t. Sport* Editor: Buzz Nelson Office Manager: lull Mumwanng Nat'l. Adv. Mgr.: Mary Salarar Circulation Mur.: kick Uaydrn A-j’t. Office Mgr.: Marge Harmon layout Manager: hick K«ie (la mm f ted Adv.: Helen k. Tohnf&n Morgue Editor: Kathleen Morr 1*011 Woman'# Page Co editor*: Sally Jo Creig, Marcia M uinry Today's Staff Make-up Editor: Sam Vahey. Copy Desk: Dotty Griffith. Npwh Dealt: Anne Hill, Mary Alice Allen. NiKh'. Staff: Janet Kneeland. Paid Advertisement 1 On Campus Am (Author of "Bartfoot Boy Witk Chtok,” tte.) 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 ><»™ brfor. ».» ®p“«4*"hi»,pp»“h;s'vh«ey wt? rr ZSSZSS" he '"’“ed the door “nd *taru“l awa>' *°hi* »nd “Stay!” cailed Chloe. % He turned. “Yes/^hesaid116 aSkCd’ “* PhiI’P Morris you iust lit?” “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. „ ©Max Shulman, 19f»4 This column is brought to you by the makers of PHILIP MORT/1