+ EMERALD EDITORIALS + Challenge to Greeks Campbell Club has done it again. Last Friday night they walked off with another first when they picked up the trophy for King of Hearts. Let’s-look at the fabulous record that this band of independents has racked up in the past few months. Junior Weekend (some suggested it be changed to Independent Weekend after the last one)—Campbell Club walked off with a first in the float parade for the fourth year in a row and then turned around and picked up a first in singing, too. Homecoming—Campbell Club beat out the fraternities for first in the sign contest (they were second the year before). Beau Brummell Contest — Campbell Club again. Dads Day — Not only did Campbell Club win the Barbershop quartet contest, but it placed two quartets in the final six. King of Hearts contest—Campbell Club. This last one is especially cutting to the fraternities. The smoothest man on campus, the King of Hearts, is traditionally thought of a fraternity man. But not this year. The 1955 idol of the Oregon co-ed is a Campbell Clubber. And so is Beau Brummell. Per haps the fraternity man had better take a long look at himself in the mirror. What's wrong ? What is wrong with the fraternity system ? The traten#ties couldn't match the Camp bell Club record (except in intramural sports) if they took all 21 of their records and placed them alongside that of Campbell Club. Even in grades these Independents are well up near the top. Fall term, four fraternities bested them and last Spring term only two ranked above the independent club. Fraternities on campus can take the Camp bell Club challenge two ways. They can sit around on their padded pos teriors and make up excuses why Campbell Club is making a better record than they are. “They have freshmen living in.” Right, they have ten in their house now and had 15 last Spring term when they cleaned up at Junior Weekend. "They have music majors, too." Right, and they probably helped considerably, both in the All-Campus Sing and the Bar bershop Quartet contest, as well as in fly ing speeches for the various candidates. “Architecture majors?” Yes, they have some of those, too, which probably helps in the sign and float contests. Yes, if you work hard enough at it, it isn’t too hard to explain Campbell Club's achievements. But how do you explain their out and out hustle? — Hustle probably mo tivated first bv a knowledge that they can win if they try and second by the extreme pleasure they get by beating the fraternities at their own games. It’s 21 against 1. fraternities, ami you’re getting beaten. Sure you can have a Greek Week and exclude them, but why not meet the challenge head-on and beat them in open competition ? Maybe it’s a good thing fraternities don't have to rush against Campbell Club.—(D.L.) Ole Like “Ore. ” Senator Richard L. Xeuberger. the young er half of what Time magazine calls the “Morseburger," has asked that state agen cies and newspapers join in his campaign to make “Oreg.” the standard abbreviation for “Oregon.” Xeuberger’s request was based on the fact that the Government Printing office, the US Division of Geography, and the Board of Geographic Names prefers and uses “Oreg.” “Oreg.” may be fine for purposes of stand ardization. but personally, we feel a great attachment for the good old “Ore.” Look at the two side by side—“Ore.” is much more aesthetically pleasing than the harsher, more guttural “Oreg.” INTERPRETING THE NEWS Scientist Says 10 Cobalt Bombs Could Make Earth Uninhabitable' By J. M. ROBERTS Associated Press News Analyst From one side of the earth comes word from Otto Hahn, one of the original atom splitters, that 10 cobalt-coated bombs would just about make the world uninhabitable, no matter where dropped. Not much is known publicly about the so-called cobalt bomb, except that cobalt becomes ex tremely radioactive. It is being experimented with in the United States for the treatment of dis ease under the most extreme « ■ ..■■■■■■. shielding and safety precautions. Apparently, used in a bomb, it would be reduced to fine par ticles which would spread death dealing radiation over a vast area—one bomb, one-tenth of the earth, according to Hahn. From the other side of Hahn’s endangered earth, and from Moscow, come political statements which, if believed by those who utter them, con stitute a sinister frame of mind. “Should-the imperialists start a war of aggression, we, to I Letters to the Editor niiiirt Canoe Fete Emerald Editor: The Canoe Fete Committee has been gratified with the fine sup port and spirit of cooperation displayed by the students, fac ulty and alumni of the University of Oregon toward the Canoe Fete and the bigger task of Mill race restoration. Our group is conscious of its obligation and will continue, both as individuals and as committee, to help foster this attitude. Staging of the Canoe Fete is a large task, made larger by our "wealth of inexperi ence.” This causes false starts and changes in plans. These false starts and tentative plans have been the basis of several rumors which have been ei ther completely incorrect or have distorted the committee’s plans. Every effort is being made to keep the students well informed on our progress and as decisions are made they will be announced. In your editorial of February 15th, you stated that the Junior Class was backing the Canoe Fete with $600. This is incor rect. All the Classes are under writing the event for the total of $600. We wish to thank the Emer ald for its editorial support and fine news coverage given the Canoe Fete. Yours for Oregon’s Finest Tradition, Bob Schooling, Co-chairman ASUO Canoe Fete Steering Committee gether with the whole world, will certainly wipe them out clean from the surface of the globe," says Mao Tze Tung. It was an echo of the same thought ex pressed by Russia’s Foreign Min ister Molotov at the recent meet ing of the Supreme Soviet. By imperialists, Mao means the Western powers which the Reds have long promised to con quer and rule. As for his meaning in use of the word aggression, he has ac cused the United States of ag gression for interposing naval force in the Formosa Straits in ar effort to prevent the Com munist and Nationalist Chinese from resuming full-scale war fare. Expressions of belief by Mao and Molotov that the Commun ist sphere can survive an atom ic war while the Democratic sphere cannot may be only bombast. Too often repeated, however, it might mesmerize both the Communist leaders and their peo ples. Actually believed, it might tempt them into starting a world disaster. The A-bomb, nor the H-bomb alone, is the be-all and end-all. That idea had to be dropped. But if any rtation is going to drop the idea that these devel opments absolutely demand the foreswearing of war, that nation is laying itself and the world open to incalculable terror. A DAY AT THE ZOO Carbonated Orange Disastrous On Dates By Bob Funk Enwrild CBumnitt He finally wedged paat the woman on the aisle without apill ing more than half the popcorn on the man in the row ahead; he almost sat on somebody else's date, which he had mistaken for his own empty seat, and then there he was, sitting next to her again, distributing the carbon ated orange und candy bars and Chooie-gooies. "Is that you," he hissed into the darkness. "Umm-hmm." You still could n't be sure with an answer like that. He wish ed that his eyes would adjust. "What hap pened while 1 was gone?" "That other guy found him snunplng around In the barn and they started fight ing and then the Indian dropp'd on both of them from the loft and then she shot him." "Shot who?" "That other one." she said irritably. For some seconds their only contact was her plunging her hand into the box of popcorn. His eyes were beginning to adjust—It was her. after all. He wished she would finish her carbonated orange so he could hold her hand. He him self had chugalugged his, but she was a sipper, a bom sipper. the kind you could never get to take more than one drink, even of carbonated orange, an eve ning. The cup of orange went up to her mouth and then down again. Was there some left, or was she just faking ? Couldn't she hold it in her other hand ? After a few minutes another course of action occurred to him. The problem was to start cas ually putting his arm up around the back of her seat. This proved to be nigh on impossible to do casually. He had done it before, but maybe it was the way this theater was set up. He got his elbow back In a very un-casual position, got his hand stuck in the crack between their seats, and in extricating it hit her with considerable force on the neck. "Ow," she said. "What’re you doing, anyway.” “I’m sorry," he said, "I was stretching." With this ground lost again he had to use the haml for eating popcorn, or at least the little unpopped kernels she had left at the bottom. He had entirely discarded all thought* of demonstration* of affection whrn there was a plop on thc floor which Mounded very iiuii'h like her enrhonated orange cup dropping. Her left hand, a communique flaiihed about lnpi of him, i» now free. It wan hImo sticky, he discovered a few aecnndn later. She must have berm playing with the carbonated orange. For some time they sat there, communi cating stickily. "I need my hand back," she said. ••What ?" “I need my hand bark, I have to get u handkerchief out of my purftc ho I ran blow my none." he released the hand, which went in the other direction In search of the handkerchief. While Hhe in blowing her nose, he thought, I could aneakily get my arm up on the back of her | Heat and no sooner wan this dining plan conceived than it was carried out. She leaned for ward to blow her nose, and he, the cavalier, the man of the world, placed his arm comprom Isingly along the top of the seat. She leaned back. "Hey," she aa id. "What ?” "Don't look now. but whoever* sitting behind us is practically crawling into our row. I can feel their hands or something " "It’s my arm," he said, hoping that this would appeal to her ro mantic. or at least to her chai - liable instincts. "What's it doing up there?" kIii- asked.' "If you don’t know," he said, “there probably Isn't any um having it up there an.vuay.” He withdrew it, hitting the man la-hind him who hissed NK< HKKS! angrily to his wife. “Do you want to hold my hand?" she asked. ."NO!" he said. "Shh* We're in the movies!" "I SAID NO," he said, "and I don't care if we are in the mov ies " he felt himself rising to his feet, heard himself shouting, saw the people turning around. " 1 do NOT want to hold your hand because it's got carbon ated orange sticking^ all over it. and I DID want to put my arm around the back of your seat, and NOW all I want Reports of what happened at this point differ widely, but it is agreed that he shoved the pop corn box down around her head and stamped off down the aisle, stepping upon peoples' feet and kicking their knees wherever possible. 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