University of Oregon - Oregana Yearbook (Eugene, OR)

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Under the Condon Oaks

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EDUCATION FOR CITIZENSHIP NE of the most important of all the aims of education today. is 0 training for citizenship. There are but few now to question the value of a college education. If there were needed any final ar- gument, the recent great war provided that argument. In that war the man With University training proved his worth and proved the worth of the training he had receivedeproved it in that great supreme test of all the qualities that make for manhood. Does it not follow, then, that one of the chief concerns of a demo- cracy is the education of its citizens-espec'ially While they are young and receptive and impressionable? Indeed, a very great man has said re- cently that the one great business of a democracy is education: the con- stant improvement of the people themselves through education, genera- tion after generation. ' Can the state do better than to educate its young men and women for citizenship? The means whereby society can best accomplish this purpose, how- ever, are not so easily found. The citizen casts his vote according to his best judgment. His judgment is the result of his native intelligence plus his education and experience. The state must work With Whatever brains and character it has at its disposal. , But it can affect that raw material, its untrained youth, by providing for them facilities for education. A manis judgment, in so far as his own affairs are concerned, is developed by experience, his own, and that of others With Whom he comes in contact. Education places before the young citizen all the consummated experience of mankind; and'this body of experience constitutes the truth, in so far as men have learned the truth and recorded it in books for the guidance of other men. . Knowledge, then, is necessary for good citizenship. The student learns the truth about men; his horizon becomes broadened, and because he has learned so much of the experiences of mankind-their struggles, their sorrows, their agonies, their achievements, their high aspirations, he becomes tolerant, liberal, open-minded, open-hearted. Is not that, after all, educatiOn for citizenship?

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THE CAMPUS BEAUTIFUL N abundance of trees, attractively grouped, pathways and lanes between the various buildings, shrubbery of different kinds, and always flowers in their appropriate seasons, enable the Oregon campus to have a distinction peculiar to itself. The wonderful Condon oaks, huge and gnarled, have about them a majesty and dignity which is reflected in the ivy-covered walls of old Deady and Villard halls. The leaves give to the buildings varied tones of color; the rich green against the gray walls gradually changes to yellow and then to the brilliant tones of orange and red, flamboyantly asserting that these grand old halls, revered by all students, form one of the iirmest ties that bind to ttOld Oregon? Pink and White roses, equal in their beauty and perfection to those Which have made Portland famed as the iiRose City? line the pathways in the spring. They sometimes begin to bloom very early and one of the most interesting sights during the snow Which whitened the campus last Winter was a number of pink rosebuds, encased entirely in ice. Yellow roses clamber up the sides of Deady Hall and the campus paths are brightened With lilacs, syringa and rhododendrons. The bronze statue, The Pioneer, presented to the University last year by Mr. Joseph N. Teal, of Portland, guards the entrance to the campus, looking With his clear, tifar-seeing eyes? past the hurrying bodies of stu- dents, into his dream-land come true. The senior fountain, Whose grace- ful falling water has been known to cool too-boisterous freshmen in the good old days; the sun-dial; the senior bench; all contribute to the charm of the campus. And lastly, but perhaps dearest to the students heart because of its many associations and memories, is the old mill race gliding between the weeping willows. ttWhile canoes are softly gliding, Through the shadows stealing, hiding, Floats a song from the old mill race, Songs of our Oregon? Eleven