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KAY TAYLOR, Co-Editor
GEORGE PASERO, Co-Editor
GEORGE LUOMA, Manager
JIM FROST, Advertising Manager
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Sally Mitchell, News Editor
Elbert Hawkins, Sports Editor
Tom Wright, Chief Night Editor
Kent Stitzer, Assistant Managing Editor
Ken Christianson, Assistant Sports Editor
Ray Foster, Assistant Sports Editor
Jean Crites, Tuesday Mgr.
Fred May, Wednesday Mgr.
Majeanne Glover, Thursday
Betty Mae Lind, Jay Scott,
Mgr.
Friday Mgrs.
UPPER BUSINESS STAFF
Bob Rogers, Saturday Mgr.
Mary Ellen Smith, Nat. Adv. Mgr.
Eynn Johnson, Merchandising Mgr.
Rhea Anderson, Special Acct’s. Mgr.
Doug Parker, Classified Dept. Mgr.
Kathleen Brady, Promotion
Ted Kenyon, Photography
Bill Ralston, Layouts
A Tough Job Well Done
JN this special edition issued by Sigma Delta
Chi and Theta Sigma Phi the editors-for-a
day do not feel like pushing the Emerald off
the deep end on any of the big issues confront
ing the campus, the city, the state, the na
tion, or the more-than-ever cock-eyed world.
It was suggested to this writer that probably
he wouldn’t try to commit The Emerald to
any line of policy which might embarrass the
regular editors when they resume control
next week. So be it.
There is one subject, however, which to
day’s editors think not only safe but distinctly
appropriate for today, and that is an expres
sion of appreciation of the achievement of this
year’s staff in getting out such an outstand
ingly good paper. We might be inclined to
contend, of course, that the Harlem Hop and
Matrix Table publicity stuff have daily ban
ners and double-column stories instead of the
too modest top-heads given them by a highly
ethical managing editor, or that the Sigma
Delta Chi initiates should have had at least
a four-column picture in the paper instead of
that tiny two-column cut. But we’ll let that
pass, since we had hoped to omit all reference
to the Hop in this article. It will, we must
admit, be a social high-light of the year,
worthy of a grand splash of black-face type.
Tonight. You’ll be there, of course.
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^OW that that’s all settled, we approach
the real purpose of this editorial. We’d
like to say, on behalf of those around the
Journalism Shack who are closest to The Em
erald, geographically and otherwise, that this
year’s Emerald gang lias done the best job, in
some ways, that’s been done around here in
years.
There have been mistakes in the paper. An
occasional timely story has been crowded out
by stuff of doubtful value; now and then an
unfortunate typographical error has eluded
the lynx-eyed proofreader. There have been,
it seems, some other slips, occasionally. Notv,
will all those whose newspapers are always
free of error kindly come in and tell us how
they do it ?
=* * *
COME of us, members of Sigma Delta Chi
and Theta Sigma Phi, are for one reason
or another (usually the necessity of making
a bit of expense money) deprived of the plea
sure of joining the happy gang that gets out
The Emerald. (See list on page 2 of Friday
Emerald). We envy Bud and Lyle and Angell
and the two busy Betty Ja-nes and the faith
ful night editors and the vigilant reporters
and copyeditors. We’d like the privilege of
working on such a pleasant and popular paper.
We hope that the Emerald regulars will be
able to achieve that all-American rating again
this year;
But whether they do or they don’t, and
whatever happens in any rating of the paper,
we feel that the gang has given the campus a
loyal, fine-spirited, constructive, newrsy, and
readable Emerald. The editors-for-a-day are
glad to give this bit of credit.
# * *
gJOME days when the editorial column has
been all but crowded out and it has been
impossible to give the Harlem Hop or Theta
Sig more than a paltry column and a half of
space, the responsibility has belonged to an
other group, the indefatigable business staff,
headed by that king of managers, George
Luoma. The writing and the advertising
groups have hit it off together with remark
able smoothness this year. It has been not only
a good Emerald but a highly prosperous Em
erald. (Next year’s business staff will have
a high mark to shoot at.) So we're happy
about all these things—and we hope we’ll still
be feeling good after the campus has finished
perusing this issue.—G.S.T.
The
BAND
BOX
By BILL MOXLEY
The King of Swing
Is Coming to Town
Whee! Benny Goodman is com
ing to town. Leave it to the fresh
men to make the biggest haul in
many a season. Paul Whiteman
was the last top-notcher to visit
the Igloo and how he packed ’em
in. Goodman should do even bet
ter — if possible. The news of
Goodman's signing was pleasant
to this writer's ear. If Goodman
is typical of what is in store for
other campus dances it looks like
the long campaign for bigger and
better bands is at last bringing
results. If the frosh come out
ahead on the dance and this is
practically a certainty it should
help to convince other campus or
ganizations that a little far-sight
edness is the only requisite to
signing big' names for mot;e sue
competitive angle is coming in
already as the Junior Weekend
planners are beginning to defi
nitely talk big names. Yes, the
Frosh Glee should be a success—
and how!
The Busy Life
Of a Band Leader
Glenn Miller is a busy man
these days, what with being the
top band in the country and hav
ing all the booking agents after
him night and day. One week re
cently Glenn and the boys estab
lished themselves as the busiest
unit in the music profession. Dur
ing the week the band did thirty
six shows at the Paramount
theater in New York, six nights
of two sessions each at the Hotel
Pennsylvania, and three broad
casts for the Chesterfield radio
program. In addition there were
three rehearsals for the radio
time. . . . That amounts to 54
band sessions in one week plus a
nice long recording date with
Bluebird. Bandleading must be an
easy life—if you can stand it.
The Harlem Code
. . . Some Fun
“Stop heatin' up the chops,
canary, an' cut out with me to
yon clambake.” Such is a typical
remark of the modern negro mu
sician. The Cab Calloway type of
lingo has given way to a bigger
and much more comprehensive
musicians’ language which has a
complete vocabulary of words and
phrases and is called Harlemese.
To change the sample just given
follow “yon hep code”:
BEATIN' UP THE CHOPS—to
converse, be loquacious
CUT OUT—to leave, depart
CANARY—girl vocalist
CLAMBAKE—ad lib music ses
sion, every man for himself
And that is only a beginning;
there are hundreds of words that
are as unintelligible as a foreign
language. Of course, if you are "a
gate that has his boots on and is
plenty hip to all this apple gab,
you won’t get sad when it comes
to latching on and riding down
the groove like a real murder
sender.” Catch on ? Some fun.
Doctors Slate Work
In Summer Sessions
Two members of the University
education department will teach
in summer sessions outside the
state, it was announced Friday by
the department office. Dr. F. G.
Macomber will teach at the Uni
versity of Michigan, and Dr. F. G.
Stetson will be at the University
of Washington.
ONCE OVER
Lightly
By PAT TAYLOR and SALLY MITCHELL
What with all this wonderful weather, it’s getting so we're even
putting off our polishing as well as our work.
Steady cupple: Or dang near it, is Jean Mihalcik, Phi Phi, and
Fred Farrior, ATOh boy! Anyway she goes everywhere with him and
he takes her everywhere.
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And Gracie Irvin, who is managing the whole works, cer’nly
has her capable hands full. Cer’nly does.
“Delight” sidelights: Lead Helene Parsons’ false eyelashes are
so long that you can’t get within a foot or so of her—wrell, maybe
an inch or so—Parker McNeil, as the doctor, starts putting on his
make-up at 4:30 and has to rush to be ready by 8:00—Jim Davidson
got a crew cut for his part as Dumptsy and he really looks good—
just like a boy with a crew cut should look—all Harvard n’ stuff—
speaking of smooth boys, Dave “Lou” Manning is no slouch in his
second act tux—the bombing scene alius leaves everyone a bit un
nerved—Ken Boyle, one of the officers, speaks 4 or 5 different lan
guages and has to help everyone with his accent—and everyone has
an accent—including the bombs. See you at the show.
Some wizegi walked into the libe and asked Librarian Joe Leb
enzon for Voltaire’s “Cando” (Candide) and Joe, who thinks fast on
his feet, said, “Sorry, no Cando.”
Biggest thing about the law school SA (Since Amato) is Croop
neck, the new queen candidate. And hear tell Croopneck really has
SA (meaning sex appeal). Sec you in the canoe fete, Queen Croopy.
Wonder what the thirteen Black Aces have up their sleeves for
Saturday night. The seven black faces made good advertising copy.
Rickey Graybenhorst, Phi Delt pledge for two terms is beginning
to contemplate having his pledge pin jewelled for Barbara Williams,
just in case.
And why do they call Chuck Phipps “Dainty Boy”?
Reddog Davis, SAE, haunts Hendricks hall these evenings, and
it is not what you think. He comes callin’ on his pretty sister, Luella,
who lives there.
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