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EMERALD
Where Has It Gone?
“By the Great Horn Spoon," said the
frightened, -sore-eyed student to his myopic
friend, “where lias this term gone to?”
“Shut up,” said the friend, “can't you see
I’m studying?”
Where has this term gone to?
Well, sir, it’s gone to probably the most
distinguished, impressive series of lectures
ever to appear at Oregon in a term’s period.
It's gone to an Oregon basketball team
that definitely .had a promising “new look”,
but not enough to make it a contender in
the PCC’s last hoop-year.
It’s gone to an ASUO amendment that
finally got passed, past the traditional mo
rass of ASUO apathy; and maybe there are
some new vistas opening up for the Senate
and its subsidiaries, as a result.
Where has this term gone.to?
Well, sir, it’s gone to a growing realiza
tion by University students that their col
lege activities must be largely in terms of
Judiciary: Say No
The proponents of the so-called women’s
“judiciary board” are apparently having
some second thoughts about their proposal.
The plan—which would bring certain
women’s discipline cases before a predom
inantly student board—ran into stiff op
position when Heads of Houses took it to
the women’s living organizations for straw
votes.
Now the drum beaters for the board are
going to consult with other campuses on
similar boards and “iron out the kinks” in
the proposal.
Supposedly, the women's living organiza
tions of the campus will be asked to vote
again on the proposal. If they are, they’d
be wise to turn it down flat. There’s no justi
fiable need for such a board.
The tentative proposal calls for no special
qualifications for members of such a board
—they’re chosen by alphabetical order, a
pretty shoddy method for dealing with
often-touchy discipline problems. The pro
ponents of such a board have suggested it
could be started on a “trial basis”—without
understanding that you just don’t play
around \\-ith discipline cases on a “trial basis”
Most appalling is the apparent approval
of the Dean of Women’s office, which con
tinues to play the old “the girls make the
rules, let them enforce them” record. But,
even though the girls supposedly “make
their own rules,” this does not give the Dean
of Women the right to let co-eds of little
training in counseling go ahead and play
around with discipline cases.
It looks as though neither Heads of
Houses, the Student-Faculty Discipline
committee or the Office of Student Affairs
their college education—that after all, the
University is in business primarily to edu
cate, and to educate in a distinguished
manner. (All this in the face of Mr. Ellison
who writes for Sat Eve Post.)
It’s gone to a heart-warming display of
concern on the part of students and student
leaders about the financial future of higher
education in Oregon—may this bear fruit.
It’s gone to a more-or-less average winter
term routine of fuzzy-mindedness in eight
o’clock classes, overflowing rain gutters,
soggy umbrellas and all-campns yearning
for the vernal excesses of the coming term.
Xo doubt you can think of plenty of other
places where this term has gone to, and can
offer pat reasons for the speed of its going.
But even on the perilous brink of Final
Week, with a couple of new collective grey
hairs earned over today’s "term-Ina tor”
edition of The Emerald, we can hardly wait
to see where spring term will "go to.”
is going to take a negative stand where a
negative stand is needed. That leaves only
the women themselves—and if they’re smart,
they'll turn down the women’s “judiciary
board.”
Budget Hopes
University officials are "still hopeful”
the legislature will appropriate a substan
tial sum for Oregon's future building needs.
The University, through President O.
Meredith Wilson, has discussed preliminary
plans for a first addition to the Science
Building with the State Board of Higher
Education. Seemingly, there is some con
fidence that the University will be able at
least to get started on some of its badly
needed building.
Gov. Mark Hatfield has asked the legis
lature for $14 million for state building—
about $9 million of that for colleges. Senate
President Walter Pearson (D-Portland)
was quoted last week as prediciting the
legislature would approve a general fund
budget of $290 million—plus another $15
million for new institution and college
buildings.
Pearson’s statement is reassuring. It
would give the impresion that there’s some
bipartisan agreement on the needs of higher
education.
The legislature cannot be criticized for
proceeding carefully on a general fund bud
get, and, more specifically, the building ap
propriation requests of higher education.
On the other hand, it is hoped that vital
needs of higher.education are not ignored
simply to avoid raising taxes and “please
the voters.”
Bad education w’ould be worse economy.
Without Dulles and Adams, Ike Displays
New Vigor, Talks Sharply in Conference
By JAMES MARLOW
WASHINGTON tfi—President
Eisenhower, who in recent
weeks has had to depend more
on himself than at any time
since entering the White House
in 1953, sounds more emphatic,
blunter.
This showed at his news con
ference Wednesday. At his meet
ings with congressional leaders
last weekend he reportedly was
very much in charge.
The two men he leaned on
most are now out of the picture.
Sherman Adams, Eisenhow
er’s chief of staff in the White
House until he resigned last
summer, was a great cushion
against the burdens of the presi
dency.
Secretary of State John Fos
ter Dulles, now ill with cancer,
had an extraordinary relation
ship with the President. He was
Eisenhower’s eyes and ears in
foreign policy and much of the
time his spokesman.
Now far more of the presi
dential load has landed on Eis
enhower’s shoulders, along with
its many irritations. And Eisen
hower is responding with a show
of vigor.
In times past, if you attended
one of his news conferences and
didn’t have to concentrate on
taking notes, your mind was apt
to wander as Eisenhower
rambled through generalities
that lacked a sharp edge.
Not Wednesday. He still got
wound up in long, involved sen
tences which often scrambled
subject and predicate, but he
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Letter to
the Editor
Emerald Editor:
I have often wondered, when
confronted with those piles of
personal daily schedules in the
Co-Op, what sort of self-disci
pline it must take to plan one’s
days in hourly allotments and to
faithfully follow such a plan.
Surely skillful planning and
foresight are required to ar
(Continued on page 4)
Final Resort
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Greyflannels, Prepster Join
Boho Ranks, Try Fried Shoes
“Look, I don't mean to mow
your lawn foe you. but give me
time to get a haircut,” the
young man in horn rims was
saying.
“Excuse me, but an apple a
day keeps the doctor away,”
said the other fellow.
The young adman and the
high school freshman had one
thing in common: they were
both defecting to the beatnik
movement. Now the only prob
lem was to be accepted. They
were being interviewed by a trio
of seasoned beats i boh os for
FACETS readers), to sec if
they met standards.
At this point the veteran
existentialist would intervene
and say that such an interview
would never come about. All
that is required is that one lead
an authentic life where the only
thing certain is death. But the
laymen reader sees this plainly
isn't commercial — and doesn't
make good copy.
Both men, or the man and the
boy, or the guy and the kid,
were frethly attired in faded
jeans, disciple shoes, and turtle
neck sweaters. They were being
critically surveyed by the poor
ly-tailored trio.
The leader chairing the group
mumbled, “man, we are from
swing in the kingdom of far out.
Fried Shoes. Crisco in a thimble.
You are waltztime. Your gorilla
isn't dragging. Like we don’t
know. Your chorus is in the
wrong tempo. Things must be
cool, like a draft so we swing
in that draft, see man?"
"Let’s throw it down the well,
sweetie, and see if it makes a
splash,’’ countered the ex-ad
man.
“Idle hands are the devil's
workshop,” added the AWOL
frosh.
“No man. Greasy coke bottle.
Man, you have talent, but you
can’t swing the language. If
you were to trade metaphor for
drink, you would never make it
out of the abyss of sobriety.
Lethal cacti.”
“She was on the morning side
of the mountain and I was on
the twilight side of the bill,”
offered the hornrims.
“Man, you I do not ltke, to
quote Damon Runyon.”
“Continued on the next page,”
the frosh huskily said.
“That’s a start,” said the
chief beat mechanically, “now
you try it.” He shot a glance at
the former mull room employee
at the San Francisco office of
BBD&O.
“Tennis anyone, iiithh, I could
write a book. When the Saints
go marching In, uh, marcliin en.
let'n get :»n Inith sides of the
net and rally together. Let's
hend the tree u little further.
5*ut It In a saucer and see If
anyone laps it up." He a as on
his knees.
"No. no. no. no. uhhh, man.”
."Sweaty tennis shoes pound
ing on a gym floor,” confidently
cooed the high schooler.
“The kid's got it. Man, what
do you think,” Mr. Beatnik said
to his lieutenants.
They nodded and scratched.
‘ The polish cornea later man,”
they said.
"<»o Inside and get a hagle.”
"<»ee, thanks.”
"Now man watch that. Like
picket ships.”
"Purple onions,” mumbled the
frosh, turned bent,
"That's better,” he said ns the
neobeat shuffled through the
door. "As for you.”
"Run It up the flagpole and
see If anyone salutes.”
"Man if you don’t jubble your
chorus, you may just as well
dissolve from stage center.
Frayed endings. Pig in a polk
(his sidekicks caught this and
looked up. He quickly caught
his mistake and regained his
composure), Baked linoleum”
(the other two beats lowered
their eyelids he hadn't been
detected).
“How about this? Put it on
the tee and take some practice
swings?”
“Look man, hurry up! There's
three GRAY LINK tours com
ing through here in ten min
utes.”
“Tar in a potato sack.”
“That’s it. Let’s get going.
Come on, you too, you're in."
"Masked scarecrows. Base.
Uhhhh thank you.”
"Think nothing of it.”
“Okay.”
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