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Looking Back
Some afterthoughts on Junior Week:
• Generally, it appeared to be a solid suc
cess. The Canoe Fete and All-Campus Sing
were highly enjoyable and looked as though
they came off without a hitch. Congratula
tions are in order to Duncan Ferguson, who
handled the Canoe Fete, and Frank Weigel
and Sharon Hewitt, who were co-chairmen
of the All-Campus Sing—and all of their
helpers, too.
• We wonder Jf the Junior Week court—
Queen Sharon Meyer, princesses Larrilyn
Carr, Dorothy Gamblin, Dottie Quinn and
Sandra Vonderheit—weren’t a trifle per
turbed at where they were forced to sit to
watch the festivities. They saw the “wrong”
side of the floats from their perch near the
Physical Plant at the Fete, and heard the
selections at the Sing “on the rebound" and
sweltered from the heat in their "isolation
booth” behind the stage at McArthur Court.
Is this "royal” treatment?
• \\ hile everyone supposedly enjoys the
tension of tappings at the All-Campus lun
cheon, we wonder it there couldn't have
been a more concentrated effort to speed
them up. It’s nice to “wait in expectation,”
but one gets tired of sitting there toying
with potato salad and melting ice cream
while an honorary searches tar and wide for
its next newest member.
• We enjoyed especially some of the
‘'spontaneous” events of Junior Week: the
“eyes right" and "hand salute” rendered by
the ROTC troops when they inarched past
Maxie’s Saturday morning; and those in
genious fellows who put up the vast number
of green campaign posters in a last-ditch
attempt to get a certain Phi Delt into Friars.
Junior Week was fine. But we’re glad it
conies only once a year.
Stiff Upper Lip
People complain bitterly about Straub
Hall food, cooks assault it and occasionallv
camouflage it. and part of the population
grimly eats the stuff three times daily, 250
days a year. Students bury their heads in
their arms when confronted with raw, or
hard-boiled, or cold eggs on cheerless morn
ings. 'I'lie dish-uppers smile apologetically
and sympathetically at the queue of guant
faces filing through.
It is indeed bravery that these people un
dergo the test so close-mouthed with nary
a whimper. Once in a while, one will over
hear the oft-repeated promise, “On my last
day here. I’m going to take this stuff and—”
But generally, the troops stand up well.
The reason that it is termed “Straub Hall
food,” is probably the similarity between
the drabness of this quaint castle and the
“food.” Also, the place is never ventilated
and this somehow lends to the general at
mosphere. One can comment forever on the
nutritional program : people swear that the
University gets brussel sprouts at half
price, they scratch their heads at the con
glomeration of bacon, peas, carrots, rice and
you name it.
After all though, to find mass-prepared
food that was entirely agreeable would be a
rarity, so bear up people—stiff upper lip and
all that!
Footnotes
Someone in the Earl-Straub dorms area
has: A. a very blatant hi-fi set, and It. a
craving to play ‘ He Has the Whole World
in His Hands." The song carries a comfort
ing thought, hut one doesn't like to he re
minded of it at two in the morning.
* * *
Whyizzit—that four out of every five
students and teachers in political science
have maroon, corduroy sports coats? Must
be the price of eternal vigilance.
* * *
It Must Be Spring Dept: A Johnson Hall
executive recently one morning had to "in
tervene”*het\veen two lovers who were per
forming in hack of the building. Seems no
body could get any work done.
Letters to
the Editor
Emerald Editor:
We, the undersigned, hereby
protest the locking up of all the
Lawrence Hall studios on week
ends for insufficient reasons.
Certain rare acts of vandalism
need not lead to the restriction
of all innocent persons. We are
quite willing to accept such
risks in return for the ad
vantages of keeping the fool
building open alia time. We also
recommend installing a lqck on
the grad studio door.
Jim Shull
Senior in arts
Michael L. Van Gong
Junior in arts
Emerald Editor:
Here is still another letter
regarding the dunking incident
of last week, or more spe
cifically, regarding the issue of
traditions, as brought to the
fore by that disgraceful inci
dent. There is in this democratic
society of'ours a tradition that
far outweighs any that may be
established by group within that
society. It is not usually called
a tradition, but a privilege, or
right. It is the privilege of each
person in a free society, to
choose, within reasonable limits,
what course of action he shall,
or shall not, take.
It is one’s right to not follow
the multitude, but to act inde
pendently, without the fear of
physical assault by a self-styled
Gestapo. It is an American’s
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Cjue^t C^olb
umn
Hungarian Revolt Discussed,
‘Not An Individual Effort’
Ed. note: George Handlery
took part in the Hungarian
uprising and is now majoring
in liberal arts at the Univer
sity. He lives in Douglas Hall.
By GEORGE HANDLERY
Since October 1956 Hungary
became a commonplace subject
all around the world. The ques
tion is a controversial one which
allows the writer to look at it
from many different angles, in
his approach. As a participant I
* would like to present in this
writing a few of the observa
tions I had a chance to make.
After some meditation I real
ized that it would not make too
much sense to describe the
events of the revolution, as
everyone who was interested
probably read some of the ar
ticles which dealt with this sub
ject. I do not want to say that
the fighting is of no interest but
I believe that the reasons that
created these events are more
important than their conse
quences. These reasons and some
comments are going to be the
central theme of this article. I
do not pretend that I am going
to say the absolute TRUTH but
I will make an honest attempt
to get as close to it as my abili
ties allow.
Have you been a Freedom
Fighter, is usually the first ques
tion. I have to hesitate for a
moment before I say yes, as I
am trying to think how I could
explain how wrong- the image
the person has of Hungary is.
My dear friend, not only those
were the “Freedom-Fighters"
who as you read it in Life de
stroyed one Red armored di
vision after another.
Believe me, things were not
as simple as that. Those who
fought and died were not alone,
they had a people backing them,
whose every individual mem
ber was just as much of a Free
dom-Fighter as the other. If
someone deserves recognition,
it is the nation but not the indi
vidual. You should not look at
us if we would be supermen,
something that has to be seen,
a curiosity like a man with two
heads or a pipe-smoking dog
who rides in a sportscar.
jo negin mm, Hungary could
have happened In any other
place. Poland almost made It;
just think al>out the critical
hours of Itokossowsky’s dismis
sal. The reason the Kremlin
hacked down there was, as a
Pole suggested it, the respect
the Russians had for the Poles.
Its sou roes are to be found in
their heroic resistance against
the Germans. When Hungary’s
people asked for the same privi
leges that were granted to
Poland the government answer
ed with bullets which shook the
world.
It is interesting to know that
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Television Advocates Covet
Butte; Big Blowup Hoped
In a southerly direction.
Four miles out Willamette's
route;
Stands a natural erection
Sorely needing our protection,
A mighty fortress: Spencer's
Butte.
Once a smoking, live volcano,
Spewing lava streams afar;
Now the hoys from KRED are
screaming
"Spencer’s Butte for TV beam
ing!
Come on up and drive your car."
The first Eugene landmark
that I noticed
on coming to the
University was
Spencer’s Hutto,
that 2000-foot
p 1 u s timbered
cone directly
south of the
campus and
about four miles
distant. I had to
ask a number of
native r-ugenians before one was
able to tell me its name, but
from the very start I was fasci
nated by the intriguing "back
yard” mountain.
Furthermore, I very early
made a supposition which I afn
still inclined to believe: that
Spencer’s Butte served as model
for the great symbolic moun
tain on the seal of the Univer
sity of Oregon. Mens Agitat
Molem" still means Mind Moves
Spencer’s Butte, to rne, a situa
tion I find a little hard to en
visage.
I don’t know how many other
University students since 1576
have felt this kinship with the
upthrust mass of Spencer’s
Butte, and have memories of its
seasonal shades: red-orange in
fall, blue-black on rainy win
ter mornings, sudden green in
spring. But I suspect that a
large portion of Oregon's alumni
and undergraduates would im
mediately take arms if they
thought the private peak of
their college days was in real
jeopardy.
Well, it could be: Eugene’s
city council last week approved
the construction of a television
station on the summit of Spen
cer’s Butte by station KEED,
Springfield. Proponents of this
action-suggest that more people
would be thus able to enjoy the
view from the Butte” and that
"the view would look just as
good whether you walk or drive
to the top."
Station KKEI>, long a late
hour companion to I'nlvernHy
student*, Is currently competing
with other Interests to claim
< honncl U. The awarding of a
TV channel is up to the I T C,
hut more important, KKKI)
wants to place Its video station
on Spencer’* Hutto, and Ku
gene's city council has voted to
approve such construction on
the summit of its biggest city
park.
The first time I climbed Spen
cer's Butte was in early fall
we walked from campus one
foggy afternoon and climbed up
the steep meandering trail
through a bank of gray clouds.
But just as we reached the base
of the rocky hog-buck that ex
tends along the summit, the top
most layer of fog blew away in
shreds and we could see west
to the coast, where the sun had
just vanished in a blaze of red;
and east to the fresit snow of
the Cascades.
.Just below the summit, a
little haml of sheep grazed on
the grassy flanks of the Butte.
With an opaque plane of fog in
tersecting the mountainside Just
below' us, we felt as if we were
floating above the rest of the
sunset world, completely iso
lated from the rest of Lane
County and Eugene below us.
If TYr should come to (he
Hutto: replace the rocky, charm
ingly primitive trail (good time:
20 mimiteH) with a spir.ll road,
winding around the Itiittc on a
80-foot right-of-way cleared of
trees, ferns and squirrels. Shave
off (If you can imagine it) the,
rugged hogback, with its hidden
noonks a u d windbreaks and
blackened firesites, and con
struct three or four rambling
buildings to hide the scars left
by heavy construction ma
chinery.
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OREGON HAIRY EMERALD
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