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About Oregon daily emerald. (Eugene, Or.) 1920-2012 | View Entire Issue (Feb. 6, 1963)
Ask Bill Bowerman Steen Tods In Shot (and Milk Drinking) By JOHN BUCHNER Emerald Sports Writer Da\e Steen may be the dairy in dustry's new advertising gimmick for 1963. It was Steen who drank a glass of milk and then set a new Uni versity shot put record of 61’5l2" at the Oregon Indoor Invitational Track Meet in Portland. At least that’s part of the story. At the pre-meet dinner, the University delegation was being served hot broth as a beverage. That's when Steen spoke up and asked if he could have milk in stead. Coach Bill Bowerman ap proved the request and added, "If you throw the shot over 60 feet tonight. I'll buy you all the milk you can drink.” BOWERMAN is now seriously considering the dairy business as a side line. Whether Bowerman lives up to his off-the-cuff remark is of little importance to Steen. The impor tant thing is he set a new school record. ‘T aimed for 60 feet for nine years,” Steen related. ”1 haven’t decided whether I’ll set a newr goal or not.” THE NATIVE Burnaby, B.C., athlete estimates that he threw Frosh Ruggers The Freshman Rugby team will meet at 7:00 tonight in the SU. The room number will be posted. All freshmen students interested in learning the game and playing regularly scheduled games are invited to attend the meeting. No experience is nec essary. Practice times will bo one of the topics of the meet ing. IM Schedule Basketball 3 50 Court 40 DeCou A vs Omega A 4 S5 Court 40 Legal Eagles A vs Philadelphia A 5:15 Court 40 Theta Chi A vs Beta Theta Pi A Handball Deita Chi vs Collier tin shot over 100.000 times before reaching the 60 footmark. Stoc n recalls with a chuckle his junior high school days when he was tossing an eight pound shot about 21 feet. But he's been improving, and how. During his freshman year at the University, Steen’s top "put" was 5210". As a sophomore, he hit the 55 foot peg and as a junior he increased to 58'8". Now as a sen ior he has already reached 6r5!"” and the spring track season is a month away. STEEN’S ADVICE to the up and coming young shot Dutter is to be dedicated and ambitious "Initial talent means very little." according to the crew-cut senior. Steen practices what he preaches, lie works out about two hours each day, 365 days-a-year. Why does he throw the shot put? Steen divides his reasons into two general topics, one psy chological and the other philoso phical. Under the psychological heading comes such things as “need of recognition.” Steen likes the nhilosophical reasons best. “This one action lasts 3 5 of one second, every “put" being one moment in your life,” Steen re lates in a soft, deep thinking ap proach. Other philosophical com ments by Steen include: • “I know someday my body and mind will decay." • "When I'm on a circle (plat form on which a shot putter stands). I’m most aware of my body and mind at work." • "l want to be active.” • "This is the most meaning ful thing in my life." Steen speaks of his coach with deepest respect. “He (Bowerman) is intellectually humble, always willing to listen to your ideas DAVE STEEN Drinking Milk at Coach’s Expense YEAR ON CAMPUS University of Oregon Program '63: Afric-Ore, Culture and Language of East Africa (Swahili Class) Ind-Ore, Culture and Language of India (Hindi Class) International Program Dialogues and Discussion Groups Community Service Little Brother Project Teacher Assistants Frosh Program: Profs are People Student-Faculty Discussions Athletics and Intramural Sports Race Relations Man and the Arts World Peace SUPPORT Designed for University Men by University Men ? Support the work of your YMCA JOIN! YMCA 318 S.U. Ext. 1858 __ Nothing small is overlooked.” The champion shot putter says that what defeats most coaches is self-pride. "This is where Mr. Bowerman is different; he’s young | in ideas." And why does Steen call Bowerman "Mr.” instead of “coach”? "He's n teacher, not a coach." STEEN COMES from a very athletic family. His older brother Don was a decathlon man at the University several years ago and also held the Canadian Decathlon Record at one time. His father was a professional boxer and his grandfather was an ace soccer player In Ireland. Track is not S'pen's only Inter est. either. He is a history major, likes to write short stories and paint. He relaxes by sleeping YVhat’s Steen's favorite food' MILK —of cotirs" ORDER OF 0 The Order of the O will meet at the ( hi Phi house. Letter men are required to wear their sweaters. 90n Campuses*™ ^ (Author of” I Wat a Teen-aat Dwarf,” ”The Many Lovet of Dobie GiUit," etc.) THE CURSE OF THE CAMPUS: NO. 1 Hate me if you will, but I must siieuk. We college ty|x~ are far too complacent. Sun*, we’ve got plenty to l»e proud of. We've got atom smashers, we’ve Rot graduate schools, we ve got new isiiks in scholarship, new highs in academic honors. And yet, in the midst of these triumphs, we have failed dismally to make any progress in solving the oldest and most horrendous ol all campus problems: we’ve still got roommates. To be sure, all roommates ure not had. There is the well* documented case of liilrpiit Glebe, a student at the Manhattan College of Agriculture, majoring in curds and whey, who ad mitted publicly that he actually liked his roommate-an <sld admission when you consider that this rwmmate, Mervut Trunz by name, was frankly not too winsome a fellow, lie practiced his tympani in his room, lie kept an alligator, and he collect'd airplane tires. Hut, on the other hand, Mervis bought two imeks of Marlltoro Cigarettes every day and gave one of them to Hilquitand • I ask you —who can stay mad at a man who gives you Marllsiro Cigarettes? Who, ujion tasting that flavorful blend of Murllsiro tobaccos, upon drawing through that pure white Marlboro filter, upon exulting in this best of ull possible cigarettes, Marlboro — who, I say, can harden his heart against his neigldior? Certainly not Hilquit. Certainly not I. Certainly not you, as you will find when you scurry to your nearest tobacconist and buy a supply. Mariboros come in soft pack or Hip-Top Box. Tobacconist# come in small, medium, and large. Hut I digress. Roommates, I say, are Htill with us and I fear they always will he, ho we better learn how to net along with them. It can be done, you know. Take, for instance, the classic case of Dolly Pitcher and Molly Madison. Dolly and Molly, roommates at a prominent Midwestern girls’ school (Vassar) had a problem that seemed insoluble. I Jolly could only study late at night, and Molly could not stay awake past nine o’clock. If Dolly kept the lights on, the room was t<s> bright for Molly to sleep. If Molly turned the lights off, the room was too dark for Dolly to study. What to do? Well sir, those two intelligent American kids found an an swer. They got a miner’s cup for Dolly! Thus, she had enough light to study by, and still the room was dark enough for Molly to sleep. It must be admitted, however, that this solution, ingenious as it was, had some unexpected sequelae. Dolly got so en chanted with her miner’s cup that she switched her major from 18th Century |>oetry to mining and metallurgy. Shortly after graduation she hud what appeared to Im> a great stroke of luck: while out prospecting, she discovered what is without question the world’s largest feldspar mine. This might have made Dolly very rich except that nobody, alas, has yet discovered a use for feldspar. Today Dolly, a broken woman, squeezes out a meagre living making echoes for tourists in Mammoth Cave. Nor has Molly fared conspicuously l>etter. Once Dolly got the miner’s hat, Molly was able to catch up on her long-lost sleep. She woke after eight days, refreshed and vigorous more vigorous, alas, than slut realized. It was the afternoon of the annual Dean’s tea. Molly stood in line with her classmates, waiting to shake the Dean’s hand. At last her turn came, and Molly, full of strength and health, gave the Dean a firm hand shake—so firm, indeed, that all five of the Dean’s knuckles were permanently fused. The Dean sued for a million dollars, and, of course, won. To day Molly, a broken woman, is paying off her debt by walking the Dean’s cat every afternoon for ten cents an hour. We, the makers of Marlboro and the sponsors of tliix column, will not attempt to expertize about roommates, But we will tell you about a great pocket or purse mate—Marlboro Cigarettes—line tobacco, fine filter, fine company always.
