+ EMERALD EDITORIALS + Letter to the Gods (Editor’s Note: Laugh if you will at the editorial which follows, but the one Junior Weekend the Emerald did not run the “Letter to the Gods,” it rained. So not wanting to arouse the wrath of the Gods, the Emerald offers the following prayer for good Junior Weekend weather. It was originally composed May 6, 1941. and it’s worked ever since. Aaron “Buck” Buch wach is the author. The editor who defied tradition (and was rained on) was Jim Haycox, Spring 1953 editor.) When the occasion demands, and in truth it has on numerous occasions, the Portland Oregonian and the Oregon Journal have re sorted to their editorial columns in an at tempt to influence weather conditions. Now, there is no exact procedure for a journalist to follow when he is begging for rain for poor farmers gazing at the sky with parched throats, for verily, it takes a com bination of subtle demanding, varied plead ing, and good-natured hoping to achieve such desired results. The Emerald, although of course it ado lescently blushes when compared to such time-honored orgaitfe as the Oregonian and Journal, is driven to adopt such tactics, however, by Jupe Pluvius, that old gentle man who loves the Oregon country so well and so much that he delights in spraying it often and thoroughly ... especially when asked to by the Portland papers. But now, Mr. Pluvius, the Emerald asks you politely, but firmly, to shift your sched ule in such a manner so as not to spoil our Junior Weekend . .. The farmers have had their misty blessings, and the Oregonian and the Journal have received their just due, and the city pavements, too, are washed clean by the sweet Oregon mist. What the Uni versity* asks now is for you, Mr. Pluvius, to rest on your laurels for awhile, and visit someone else. There is reason to believe that you intend to scare us a bit. In fact, you have. The rain clouds have washed our baseball teams hither and yon, our track meets have been held in semi-wintry weather, and our golf and tennis teams have been forced to completely aban don their frolicking. But please, Mr. Pluvius, (or Jupe, for we know you but too well) don’t come around with your clouds and your tricks. Our Moms will be down for the Weekend festivities, and forsooth—they will be at tired in their springiest of spring outfits and their hats will be of the kind to bring male smiles. But we want to take them to the campus luncheon to see the queen and her court of beautiful princesses crowned, and my goodness, how the raindrops do raise havoc with even a proud mother’s finest apparel. The Portland papers have more important advertisers, and have more influence, per chance, Mr. Jupiter Pluvius, but not even they will praise you with much more en thusiasm and open mouthed admiration it you will but take your vacation. And if you have to take that storm, which is declared by some pessimistic meteorolo gists to be coming out of Newport way somewhere, perchance you could deposit it at Stanford, California, or even CSC. Just for the weekend, jrou understand. We want you as our permanent resident up here in Oregon, Jupe, to freshen our flowers, to clean our streets, and to keep our soil rich and red. But not Junior Weekend, please. Money and Us We’ve heard a lot of talk about the state board's decision to raise tuition $d0 next year. Many people have said that the Em erald should lead a crusade against the in creased tuition. But stop and think about it for a minute. The State Board did not get anywhere near the appropriation it felt it needs to run the state’s colleges for the next two years. The money has to come from somewhere —and tuition was the logical source of the needed revenue. We’re unhappy as the next student about the increase, but we can't see where the state board had any alternative. Certainly the addi tional $10 a term will be a hardship on many, but the state board and the legislature have an obligation to the entire state to maintain the best possible institutions of higher learn ing. And that requires funds. We can’t see where even the legislature had many alternatives—it faced staggering budget problems, and it’s tax program still faces possible rejection by the people of the state. The increase in tuition is unfortunate— but it’s here, and the best thing we can do is try to live with it. Footnotes Why is it that the guys who work at Maxie's always go to the Paddock after clos ing and the guys who work at the Paddock always go to Ernie's? INTERPRETING THE NEWS Cold War Entering New Chapter, But Hope for Agreement Not High BY J. M. ROBERTS AP News Analyst World diplomatic developments have taken on a vastly changed aspect in the last few days. 1— Russia has stated that she wants to end the cold war. That must be taken with salt. Rus sia’s concepts of what the cold war is and how it can be ended are probably worlds apart from the western concept. Otherwise that would mean what the world has so devoutly hoped for—that something would happen to change Russia, and that inter national communism as an en tity would be dead. The day has not yet come. What Premier Bulganin really meant is that Russia wants to change tactics for a while. 2— President Eisenhower and the North Atlantic Council both have lumped Asiatic and Euro pean peace together for the first time. The action of the NATO council in issuing a statement about the far eastern situation was unusual, taking it far out side its normal field. The President’s statement sug gested that the impending Big Four meeting, which suddenly took on a concrete aspect when he decided it was time for it, can become a world peace con ference. He said he thought the top level meeting might last only a very few days, but that the foreign ministers could there after work for months if ne cessary on the issues which would be laid before them. ' 3—Russia has agreed to cer tain concessions to western opin ion on disarmament. United Na tions observers considered this significant, but pointed out that Russia still is sticking to the gimmick of the Security Coun cil veto to prevent any future developments she doesn’t like. This could vitiate any agreement, just as she has vitiated other agreements such as the one for establishment of free govern merits in Eastern Europe. 4—Red China’s Chou En-Lai promised, in reply to a British suggestion, to amplify his recent suggestion at Bandung for talks with the United States. In this connection, Russia should welcome the President’s suggestion that the Big Four talks can range around the world. Moscow has been saying for five years that a confer ence on that subject should be held. There is a growing feeling that, before anything concrete can be approached regarding the Far East, the Peiping regime will have to be represented in some way in the United Nations. There is nothing to indicate that this is even the beginning of the end of the east-west struggle Hopes for fundamental agree ments should not be allowed to get too high. But there is no denying that a new chapter in the conflict is opening. A DAY AT THE ZOO Drowning Concludes Revived Canoe Fete By Bob Funk Emerald Columimt One spring at a University you have never heard of because a IJfe photographer did NOT take pictures for a story en titled "Life Visits a Revived Canoe Pete at the University of (Blank),’’ there was a revived Canoe Fete. Five million ten-dollat bleach ers, six hundred thousand five dollar bleachers, and a standing room only compound for faculty members and incorrigtbles were constructed along a small trickle of water (which drained from Joe’s Kwik Kar warsh Into a manhole) which happened to be jwimming with Tradition. Ev eryone became sentiments I 1 y excited and went around hum •nirig "As I Sit and Dree-am at Eeev'ning.” Persons with their shirts off be came red building floats on bar rels and sampans and fraternity dogs that looked as if they might float if properly coached. One day after Joe’s Kar w arsh had been particularly busy and the water level was high, stars burst and history straid still, and the Canoe Pete was revived. It was very lovely and everyone cried. They cried partly for the past, and partly because they would never be back in the future due to the new University cover charge. As the night came down the pink and other-sen tlmental - coloured spotlights went on and music commenced. First, a Pepsi-Cola bottle float ed past with a note in it which said "Joe loves Millicent.” It was not really supposed to start the parade, but it had been thrown in, rather inexplicably, by Carolyn "Pooh-Bah" Smith. Then, as "Pomp and Circum stance" swelled out of the night, the President of the University, Oh Hoopdedoop Iconslugger floated past on his back in full academic regalia (Dear Dr. Icon slugger: if this is called to your attention I sure hope you have a sense of humor). Dr. Iconslugger was followed, in silent dignity, by the Board of Deans, all of whom were extremely bouyant except one dean who kept sinking, ris ing, grasping, and then rather resignedly sinking again. Next, last year’s winners of the Koyl and tierlinger cups floated past in those shimmer ing receptacles. They were pro pelled by spurts of water shot out of bottles significantly la belled EXCELSIOR. Following in the excelsior spray was, quite inexplicably, Carolyn "Pooh-Bah" Smith, ex ecuting a crawl. The music changed to "The Star Spangled Banner,” and the Queen’s float hove into view. Hove is rather a weak word to describe what the Queen’s float did, actually. Supposedly, the Queen and her four princesses were to sit on the float aurround e