WOMEN’S EMERALD STAFF Editor, Bernadine Bowman Associate Editor, Clare Igoe Managing editor, Elizabeth A. Jones Sports editor—Beulah Chapman Literary editor, Anna Mae Halverson Night editor. Church editor, Betty Jane Thompson Copy desk heads, Cor line Antrim, Alice Nelson Columnist, Alyce Rogers Features, Betty Hamilton Co-night editor, Barbara Stallcup Proofreader. Adelaide Zweifel Sports staff: Eva Erlandson, Dorothy Burke, Joan Jenesse, Ruth Tustin Reporters: Muriel Beckman, Peggy Robbins, Sadie Mitchell, Marge Finnegan, Pat Erickson, f)oris Murphy, Evelyn Kirchofer, Katherine Taylor, Blanche McClellan. yVe Women Journalists Take Over IE' VEN women's editions have to have editorials, even though we eau‘t find-any women who are in favor of writing them. It seems that this »,> one phase of journalism for whieli the women hxvi- no aspirations. la the other departments we find plenty of eager workers—eager to try their hand at columns and. beats that they have been crowded out of by the men. But the editorial department remains bleak. As a whole the women are an earnest and cap able group. All year long they work without ever expecting a reward. Has anyone,.ever heard of a woman editor of the Kmerald? No. and they prob ably won't, because public opinion is against it. There have been women that could have done it bur the odds have not been in their favor. In all campus publications this is found to be true. ^ npi£F, men as a rule look with tolerance upon 1 newspaper women. Just enough tolerance to beep them plugging away on their beats. And vfbile they tolerate they think “There is another ttQtdety editor.” Practically every woman revolts at the idea of being a society editor, but she us ually admits that she will take such a position, because she loves the profession. It fascinates her and there is always a chance she will get a break. This same thing holds true in most fields where Women are competing with men. Perhaps in a fvw years women will be able to build up confi dence in their work and be more generally accepted ij» those position whieli their talents warrant. And so we, the women in journalism, take pride in presenting this edition, because this is our break. Huiy a date for the house dance was abandoned, because such a chance comes but once a year. R New Goal for Women's Activities fflpOti many years now, there has been a concerted effort on the ])art of the dean of women, and Various AWS presidents and women campus lead ers, to get women on the campus, particularly freshmen who need contacts, to take an interest M “activities." Various programs have been of f # rJT'llM fact that many of these groups who attempt to otfor a full, well-rounded activity program hi cracked up on the rocks is no indication that \ were worthless, or that their ideals weren’t commendable—it is more easily attributable to the fa': that the freshman woman especially, and those ol upperelass groups as well—have become “activ ity conscious" not because they feel the activities 'll) y arc engaging in will help them or the group \vi U which they work, but because they feel they >n .>t have a long list of committee appointments to their credit to he “in the swim." [ And it is a tragic fact that many of the most from where | SIT Bv CLARE IGOE Every year when we gals over here at the shack try to put out a paper all by ourselves, we realize with greater force and intensity just what fiice guys men are, after all. Now usually we are very prone to malign and scoff at the whole sex, and we feel very self-reliant and inde pendent indeed when we sit down in a manless and un profaned Shack to put out a whole paper by ourselves. The woman usually gets it so cruelly in the neck regarding her ability, or lack of the aforementioned quality, in the newspaper field, that she is inclined to feel right happy when she has a chance to prove, she can put out as good a paper as any man. And so we elect our editors, muster together a bewildered sports staff and a more bewilderue night crew and try to muddle through somehow. We remember working on last year's women's edition until four o’clock m the morning, and walking home through the grey of dawn smudged with printer s ink, unutterably weary and heavy-eyed—but happy! Happy, that is, until the next day, when we looked at the paper and discovered two captions under the wrong pictures,’and mistakes in the headlines. Of course we blamed it all on the makeup man, cursing him for a stupid lout; but deep down in our heart we had the sneaking feeling that if there had been a nice, competent man in the night editor’s post it wouldn’t have happened. Aw shucks, we’d worked so hard! Even more puzzling to us poor gals is the problem of the sports page. Now usually the sports room is a sort ot no-women s land, on, occasionally a, Hardy woman sneaks in to hear the brunt of the oppressively masculine atmosphere, but she doesn’t stay long. The conversation is unspeakably dull—all about basketball and track and such. You’d think a bunch of boys as smart as our sports staff could find something a little more constructive to talk about, now wouldn’t you?; But there they sit, stupid things, arguing for hours over whether Hardy’s blow in the third inning should have been an error instead of a hit—and so on, ad nauseaum. Tonight, though, even their obnoxious presence would be welcome. Women are such helpless things when it comes to editing a sports page. And of course we' women always hit the nights for our edition when the baseball team’s out of town, and things are comparatively quiet. Maybe it’s a good thing, though, because I imagine we’d really make hash out of a varsity track meet .or baseball game if we had our way! Another thing, men are always very handy indeed when it comes to taking copy from the Shack over to the press, and getting their hands dirty setting up head lines. They are nice, too, when it comes to such little details as making up the front page, and writing cap tions on the pictures. There is no doubt about it—men are a fine institu tion around a newspaper office! No matter what Betty Hamilton reports the women say about their manners and rowdy habits (with all of which we agree) we grant them that, unconditionally. God bless you, boys, we’ll be happy to see your bright and shining faces around here Monday. With a graceful curtsey we will turn over all the dirty jobs to you again, and retire to our unimportant and secondary position with a sigh of relief. Maybe woman’s place IS in the home, after all! worthwhile freshman women, who need help and companionship and direction the most desperately, are not drawn into the activity circle. They do not know the rig-lit channels through which to enter into the various groups, anl though women leaders are glad and eager to help them, they remain lonely and dissatisfied, and many drop out of school be cause they feel the avenues of social contact have been closed to them. Equally tragic is the fact that many of the most commendable activities, which have the most in the way of inspiration to offer, have died out. and been replaced by such dubiously “helpful” services as the sale of karmel apples and mums, ami doughnuts—activities which might be neces sary to raise needed funds, but are of no traceable worth in character-building and personality im provement. Among the praiseworthy projects which lost their vitality and force were the hobby groups offered by the Philomelete, under the sponsorship of Phi Theta Epsilon. It is true their work has been taken over largely by the various YWCA groups and committees, but it seems sad that an activity which grew out of a vision of service and fellowship such as Phi Theta did should be per mitted to languish, while others so doubtful ® flourish. © # «= J^EATjIZ 1XG the weaknesses of the present activ ity system, new leaders of the AW8. with the advice and help of Dean Hazel P. Sehwering, have attempted to formulate a program for next year (Please turn to {'age seven) Skippin’ Around By ALYCE ROGERS POME .... ’Twas nearly dawn He stopped the car She was by his side “Some dew,” The gallant lad remarked, “Some don’t,” the gal replied. So says the “Silver and Gold” which makes one won der how much of such went on last night—seventeen house dances during one weekend really exhausts one thinking of such a phenomena even tires us out. We’re certainly pleased the Phi Delts w’ere given “One More Chance.” * * $ Never too late to complain, so it goes, and that in cludes the Canoe Fete decisions. Too bad the “Buddha” Theta Chi float had to glide to second place. It was perfection in every etail, even with Queen Cleopatra (or was it Catherine the Great) putting “all she had on the horse,” to quote headlines. A terrific struggle is herein represented considering it’s Friday night and the women’s page has no sports staff to offer inspiration to a group of ambitious women journalists. Is there a reward for activity hounds? * * * The “Foo King” of the law school really took a beat ing at the law school moot trial Thursday night. Such a pity, with such hefty-muscle-bounders as “Button Nose” Milligan and Johnny Thomas having left their identification marks on his trousers. We notice students responding loyally to these barrister-tryouts and it’s plenty fine! BITS: “Make it two biers,” said the undertaker’s assistant as they drove the hearse up to the morgue. * * * New Waiter: How did you find your steak? Diner: It was by~the merest accident. I just moved that piece of potato and there it was. —Los Angeles Collegian. >;: >:: There seems to be a lot of worry as to whether the salmon will be able to get over the Bonneville dam on the Columbia river, but no one seems to be worrying whether the taxpayers will get over it. * * * Which reminds us of the old joke about the service station attendant wearing a Phi Beta Kappa key, but now he uses the shield staff to clean his fingernails! * * “Pulse,” undergraduate magazine of the University of Chicago recently complained that “there hasn’t been a beautiful woman on Midway since Little Egypt reared her skirts in 1893.” According to Time magazine, Northwestern univer* sity students guffawed at this admission. Therefore, Chicago university students decided to proclaim their prettiest girl and did so after three judges pondered at length on a file of pictures. The winner was Joy Hawley —a Northwestern girl, queen of that university’s Navy Ball, whose picture had slipped into the files by mistake. * $ * Home is where you can scratch any place that itches. —More deffy deffunishuns portraying nochalant humor. Sally Rand, fan and bubble dancer, was the principal speaker at the Harvard freshman smoker last week. Her subject was “How to Be Intelligent Though Edu cated.” No doubt there was very little smoke in the eyes of those present that night. Sounds odd to hear an ancient-sounding curfew an nouncing the deadline again. Ought to be a louder one at 10:30. Maybe by the time I’m a senior, and a spring term one, I’ll understand how those ferns get in. Let’s have 10 good reasons for an open window at the top of a fire escape. But what puzzles me is the long step from the ground to a griphold. Ah for a tall, strong athlete. * * s»: Many requests are around and persistent concerning the unbelievable acts of University students in removing lovely cut flowers from graves in the near vicinity, and the whys and wherefores of such reproachable bits of gift-giving. Of course, torture acts in Marco Polo would be a bit severe but then again, maybe not. * * * Gossip has a bad-sounding name so I won’t say a word, but Cushing reports such “hard batting in the Shirley Shean league”—apparently the “love bug” has leally bitten Hartley “Cowboy” Kneeland and maybe Rosemary Geneste—in fact Cupid’s got his arrows in a machine-gun and they’re really coming fast—according to the “playboy.” Too bad Portland isn’t in Eugene, or vice versa, so a certain Fiji wouldn’t have to spend five days out of the week in Portland and the other two at the Arc. * * * IN CONCLUSION_ As all good things in this fine world, This column finally ends; And if we've stepped on any toes, Hope something makes amends.