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On Rabble Rousing
There has been considerable talk (among
those who are interested) about just what
student government can do and what it can’t
do. where it can go and where it can't go.
The thesis has been advanced that the
reason there are no issues is because things
are going so well, or as a member of last
week's panel on student apathy put it,
. . the ship is sailing in a pretty even
keel.”
Is that really the answer, or did another
panel member hit it when he said. “... We’re
afraid of politics at Oregon.”
Donald DuShane, director of student af
fairs and tire ASUO’s adviser, said at the con
clusion of the same panel that the senates
of recent years have been “too intelligent” to
act in a “rabble rousing" way.
Heat and light are proportional, he said.
The amount of light shed will often decrease
as the amount of heat generated increases.
This is fine. But when the amount of heat
decreases to the point that student interest
sinks to its present low level, isn’t something
wrong?
There are a couple of things the senate
could and should investigate. It might be
suggested that these things are in the "hin
terland” between student jurisdiction and
faculty jurisdiction. We don’t think so. Some
of the student leaders don’t think so.
It’s been suggested that student gov
ernment has enough working space—that
expansion must be horizontal rather than
vertical. We’ll go along with this, but our
suggestions are for the areas open to stu
dents.
First, has any student group undertaken
an investigation and evaluation of the de
ferred living program. It isn’t the dead issue
many of us think it is. Does the freshman owe
primary allegiance to his dorm or to the fra
ternity he’s pledged? This is one unanswered
question.
There’s an answer in the book, but is it be
ing followed?
Along with this is the counseling program.
How well are freshmen in the dormitories
being integrated into the life of the Univer
sity? But if the investigators run into the
fatherly pat on the back and the advice that
everything is just fine and subsequently
abandon the evaluation, investigation, if you
please—then forget it.
Secondly, is Oregon’s “pigging” system,
with the separation of the sexes at athletic
contests a practical, workable idea. We
don’t think so, but it’s not for us to say.
That’s what we have student government
for. Again, if the investigators meet the brick
wall of silent assurance, they should work all
the harder.
We’re beginning to paint a picture of an
athletic department, faculty, and administra
tion staffed by ogres. This isn’t our intention.
When they say that everything is just
fine, this isn’t our problem they might be
right. One thing we’ve learned not to ques
tion is a person’s sincerity.
We’ve suggested two issues, though, and
there are more.
Let’s stop looking for things to do, stop
evaluating ourselves, and get to work.
These are areas where “rabble rousing”
and honest action may appear to some to be
one in the same. We prefer to call it the latter
—we believe it is the latter.
Whose Ore-Nter?
Remember the little booklet about Oregon
that you got in the mail or were given during
Orientation W eek before you entered the
University? ,
The little booklet, called the Ore-Nter,
purports to be published by the Associated
Students and the ( MYice of Student Affairs of
the University of Oregon.
- Rut it’s time credit be given where credit
is due.
In reality the booklet is published, or at
least financed, by the pledges of Oregon's
21 fraternities and 16 sororities.
Each person who goes through rushing
pays a five dollar rushing fee. For each man
who goes through rushing, one dollar re
verts to the Inter-fraternity council and for
each woman, one dollar goes to Panhel
lenic. In addition, Panhellenic receives an
additional dollar for each woman who
pledges.
The rest goes toward a fund known as the
‘‘Pre-freshman Week Account,” a separate
account which dates back to the days of
Dean Virgil D. Earl and the days when rush
week was held before the first week of school.
Then a-^ now, the rushees supported Orien
tation week.
The fund also -erves as a reserve for con
tingencies for the I EC and Panhellenic. It
has. in the past, been used for such thing-, as
furniture and curtains for Mac Court (in the
days before the Student Union was around
and all-campus dances were held in the pa
vilion).
In the words of Donald DuShane, the
account is used “to do things in the line of
promoting the Univessity which could not
be done otherwise.” (Meaning that the
state doesn’t allow funds for strictly pro
motional activities.)
We hope the ASUO senate will see fit to
see that proper credit is given, even just a
credit line, or maybe it will even see fit to chip
in for the Ore-Xter.
Footnotes
There’s a reason, we’re told, for the closing
of that middle door on the east side of the
SU, The hinges are broken and new ones
have to be custom made. They’re the fancy
kind—invisible or some such thing.
INTERPRETING THE NEWS
Scientists Not Likely to Find
Thing That Made Einstein Great
By J. M. ROBERTS
Associated Press News Analyst
So the scientists are going to
pick the brain of Albert Einstein
once more to see if it can add
some last bits of their store of
knowledge of the forces among
which man lives.
What can they find?
Perhaps certain small con
formities slightly different in
a brain which spent its life
thinking as compared with
those which spend their lives
contemplating pleasure or the
more active Impulses?
But will they be able to find
the cells which provided the pan
oramic screen on which other
cells projected the picture of the
universe ?
Will they be able to tell why
the center of logic was so much
more active in this brain than in
those of the milliins of ether
men who lived during its life?
Will they be able to tell which
muscles and which nerves and
which cells put that look of
brooding compassion into the
man's eyes?
Will they be able to find the
dividing line between the cells
which were so coldly mathema
tical, and those which made the
man seek and gain a place of
warmth amid all humanity?
These things they will not
find. For man is not merely
electricity and cells and nerves
and flesh and hone. Why one
is endowed as others are not is
a mystery upon which Einstein
himself gave up. If one could
be reconstructed from his com
ponent parts, we could recreate
another Einstein in a very few
tomorrows.
But there would be one element
acking, one which cannot be
measured even by the equations
•hat measure the parts of a
oroken atom. Man may seek, but
t is doubtful if he will ever find
•hat element in the books of sci
ence.
A DAY AT THE ZOO
Custer, Indians Meet
At Black Belch Gulch
By Bob Funk
tm«r«M Columnist
THE SCENE: the new wide
screen of a local theater, upon
which has been projected the
town of Black Belch Gulch.
Black Belch Gulch is distinguish
able from other western towns
chiefly by the fact that It was
not filmed for the wide screen,
and the heads and feet of all Its
inhabitants disappear mysteri
ously into the darkness. As the
director's name, tastefully writ
ten in bloodstains, fades from
the screen, the tinkle of piano
music can be heard, and the cam
era approaches the Restless Trig
ger bar, within which is
DISOOVI?REP, Sorghum-June
Bulgeflipper, graduate in soci
ology. Columbia, '49, woman of
the street, and
bartunger. M Iss
Bulgeflipper is
singing a sari
song. as is her
won’t, when In
wanders Rotten
Dan the fast
Iraw Man.
"Rotten Dan,"
Sorghum -June
says, "I don't
want no trouble
in Here. I run a clean, respectable
bar with an ‘‘A” certificate. I
am actually a pure, large-heart
ed lady who runs a gambling
joint oniy to swell my contribu
tion to the Community Cheat.
Piease Go.”
Rotten Dan, after spitting ten
tatively on Sorghum-June's shoe,
laughs sarcastically and leans
hie levf-encased carcass against
the bar. "Keep on Hingin',’’ he
says, “before I shoot you through
the haid.” At this point a bar
tender nervously hands Rotten
Dan the fast-draw man a bottle
of iced tea. Rotten Dan pouts a
straight shot Into a drinking
glass, quaffs it. spits, shoots the
bartender, laughs sarcastically,
and then chews up the glass,
crunch-cjunch-crunch.
"Rotten Dan,’’ says Sorghum
June, pouring him a new drink
in a new glass, "what are all
youse good guys gonna do about
all the nesters and sheep men
and crooked lawyers, etc." She
is obviously Dying to speed up
the exposition of the plot.
“I was jes thinking ”
"That's the trouble!” she spits
out savagely, "always drinkin’
and stinkin' and thinkin’, never
doin’ and shooin’ and booin'."
“Ah’m a dispossessed plan
tation owner from the old
Swhth, ma'm,” says Rotten
Dan, “and although there, are
but few'vestiges of the gen
tleman what was, I, pardon
me, ah, allu-/. thinks before I,
nil. plugs some Mucker In the
belly-button.”
"What wo need," says Snr
ghum-June, winking significant
!y Into the camera, ''In a plan,"
At this point the camera shifts
to the swinging doora, and Jo
and behold. DISCOVERED. Hev
erly, a renegade sheep-dog, in
the process of entering.
"Who'all'a that?" aaka Rot
ten Dan.
"That'a Beverly, 8hc waa a dog
for the sheep men, but they
kept dumping her Into the sheep,
dip. until even the aheep got
confused and a romantic aheep
named Pagan Scimitar out of
Thelma by the new freeway be
gan making passes at her. Then
she quit and came over to ua cow
people,” This is a rather long
speech, during which Beverly ap
proaches the faro table and be
gins betting wildly.
Juat then Sheepman Bertie
enters peacefully, accompanied
by children of nesters, ministers,
old gi andmothers, and the Ras
ter Rabbit. They all go to the
bar and down strong drinka.
"Now," aaya Sheepman Ber
tie, "draw Kotlen Dan, you ol'
cow man!"
"He ain't got no gun!" Sor
ghum-June protests. "He's so
brave he don't carry one.”
Sheepman Bertie laughs hide
ously and belts Rotten Dan one
in the stomach. The piano begins
playing, ami Rotten Dan sings:
"Too can w hup me till I
I idler if you like that kind of
fun.
But a row man's m wr
yelter though he's caught
without a gun.
Vou can smash me in the
i ( ontinMfd os pai/s ictvn )
! LETTERS i
! TO THE EDITOR •
Shaggy Bear Story
Km*-raid Editor:
Thought you might be inter
ested in an inter-cam pun news
item:
Seem* that farmers n**ai Pei
ping have heen losing chicken*.
Only clue: fool prints about the
size of a small boy's feet. Farm
ers appealed for help to the Uni
versity of Peiping. Students dug
p large pit in the path to one
of the largest chicken coops, and
made a cage of taakwood cut on
the farm of a Mr Chan. That
night, they caught a large bear
with small feet. Farmer* aie
happy now that the students
have succeeded in capturing the
boy-foot bear with teak of Chan,
Name Withheld by Request.
(Ed. Note: We'd have our names
withheld, too. i
otrec^om
let
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