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Oregon W Emerald The Oregon Daily Emerald, published daily during the college year except Sundays, Monday, holidays, and final examination periods by the Associated Students, University of Oregon. Subscription rates: $1.25 per term and $3.00 per year. Entered as second-class matter at the postofflcc, Eugene, Oregon. Represented for national advertising by NATIONAL ADVERTISING SERVICE, INC., college publishers’ representative, 420 Madison Ave., New York—Chicago—Bos ton-—Los Angeles—San Francisco—Portland and Seattle. HELEN ANGELL, Editor FRED MAY, Business Manager ASSOCIATE EDITORS: Hal O’.ney, Betty Jane Biggs Ray Schrick, Managing Editor James Thayer, Advertising Manager Bob Frazier, News Editor Editorial and Business Offices located on ground floor of Journalism building. Phones 3300 Extension: 382 Editor; 353 News Office; 359 Sports Office; and 354 Business Offices. Eight With Ambitions ^^LTHOUGII at week’s beginning ASUO executive commit tee members saw little likelihood of a wide field of candi dates for the two ASUO positions left vacant by resignation, last night’s deadline lineup showed that eight students will compete before the council next week. Four well-known upperclassmen will vie for the second - vice presidency, while an equal number of sophomores applied for the post of class representative. Each of the eight sup posedly presented his petition to the ASUO governing group because he is interested in student government, is scholastic ally eligible, believes that he is capable of handling the posi tion, and in general “has the same ideas’’ about campus af fairs as the now-absent Bob Calkins and Clmck Woodruff. Since this year is an experiment in the enlarged council type of student body government, it is imperative that the com mittee be rounded out to its dozen representatives. Commend able is the action of the executive committee in approaching their ticklish job with speed, as well as thoroughness. By next weekend, they indicate, Oregon’s first attempt at more repre sentative student government will have its second wind and be off to another start. Check Your Shoes, Gals? rJ>HREE years ago, when President Erb was himself a fresh man and most of the present seniors were only juniors, a fiery battle occupied the students of the University of Oregon. It was man against woman, Joe College against Betty Coed, the worst half against the better half. The all-important issue involved, the serious question to be settled, the subject being fiercely debated, was: Should male students wear dirty, filthy, unkempt, soiled cords to classes and on the campus in general. No, said the neat little lassies with their voices a-> bricking and their very carefully waved hair slopping over their mascara-camouflaged eyes. Yes, said the sturdy males, wiping the grease from their car, the mustard from their hamburgers, and perspiration from their brows on these selfsame dirty cords. # # J^OW the female has assumed the defensive. The raging issue in this war of wardrobe rs : Shall women wear wooden shoes, which are as conducive to study as a boiler factory with a defense contract? This dilemma most assuredly, like its predecessor, the dirty cord affair de University Oregonensis, will never be dis posed of. But at least tin* males on the campus can mutter that dirty cords never barred anybody from a Grace Moore concert.—B.B. *7*0(4]e JladJ By MARY WOLF Advice to freshman: You’ll never make the honor roll, If you go out at night With pretty girls with saucy curls But who wants a “B" average anyway ? —The Skiff You cannot say what freedom is, perhaps in a single sentence. $ * * You cannot say what freedom is, perhaps in a single sentence. It is not necessary to define it. It is enough to point to it. Freedom is the violence of an argument outside an election poll; it is Che tighteous anger of the pulpits. It is all the howdys in the world and all the hellos. It is Westbrook Pegler telling Roosevelt how to raise his chil dren. It is Roosevelt letting them raise themselves. It is Lindbergh’s appeasing voice raised above a thousand hisses. It is Dorothy Thompson asking for war; it is General Hugh Johnson asking her to keep quiet. It is you trying to remember the words of the Star Spangled Banner. It is all the things you do and want to keep on doing'. It is all the things you feel and cannot help feeling. Freedom-— it is you. — The Breeze. * * * The latest story out is about the FtOTC cadet who was shot ami became « military corps.— Indiana Daily Student. If any scientist has yet per fected a rocket that is capable of reaching Mars, he will save a lot of gas if he starts today. For today Mars will be closer to the earth than it has been for 15 years. In fact it will be only 32, 000,000 miles away millions less than usual. Daily Californian. At SzcwtA Qlance By TED HARMON BUNION NOV/ OR NEVER can easily become the chant of nearly 3,000 students tonight as they spend five hours introducing each ether, making memos in black books and dancing to rec ords that will become unbearingly familiar before the dean’s cur few rings at midnight. This is the one time of the year when freshmen, sophomores, jun iors and seniors are all on the same plane, for they band to gether like Custer’s last stand to show the Damma Phi Care girls that the Rho Dammit Rho boys aren’t lacking in spirit this year. Of course, the fact that seniors usually fade out before the eve ning is over can be excused; four years is four years. Outside of the question of ‘‘What’syamajor ?” open house conversation runs a strange, un predictable path. We suggest the following questions in case she's from California, or he has traits of the St. Vitus dance. Namely, 1. Did you know that Camels contain 28 per cent less nicqtine ? 2. Do you know what a cocoon is? And: A co-colored person. 3. Is it true what they say about Dixie? 4. Don’t you think that record needs a gew nedle? 5. Don’t you think ? 6. Don’t PHI ON YOU! It happened this last week when the Delts went down to the Gamma Phis for a dessert exchange. Lively girls as they are, they told all their pledges to wear formals, so most of the afternoon was spent by the freshmen in pressing formals, lacquering fingernails and lips. Just a few minutes before the Delts arrived, the upperclassmen admitted their ruse. “It’s all a joke,’’ they said. “Take off the formals!’’ Like the freshman class meeting two nights ago, the pledges finally got headstrong and then declared that they’d wear their formals anyway. And they did, much to the chagrin of the upperclassmen and the puz zled Delts. WHODUNNIT? Practically all campus organizations have been singing “Old Oregon” with the wrong wrords. Instead of the line “now uncovered swears thy every son” the original words read “new, uncovered, swears thy ev ery son” in order to give the tone of freshness. Aw, c’mon, confess, song-leaders. . . . SHORT STORIETTE: He called her up, asked for a date that night to a show. “Sorry,” was the gushy answer, “but I have a terrible cold. ... I think that I’d better spend the evening with a tube of Mentholatum in stead. . .” So without anything else to do, he went to one of the campus eateries. There, in the first booth was the girl he’d called, with another fellow. Dis appointed stopped and shook hands with the escort: “Glad to meet you, Mentholatum . . . Mary told me she was going out to night with an old soothie. . . .” MUTTERINGS OF A MID NIGHTER: Add one pin planting of Barbara Essex, Gammaphi, and Delt Paul Eckelman . . . that we won't betray any confidence in telling T. Glenn Williams’ first name;Q mum’s the word . . . Dee gees' Barbara Younger, activiva cious freshmen . . . Nuisance note: new song tite of “Dot, Dot, Dot, and Dash” . . . that open house brings out the best in a person; everyone on everyone else’s toes . . . Phidelt Warren Treece was chained under the Kappa table ( PIcxsc turn to pane seven) 'If Russia Falls, Alaska Becomes Heiling Distance from Nazis’ By DON TREADGOLD We had a pleasant kind of nightmare last night. We dreamed the Dodgers had drubbed the Yankees, Daddy Warbueks had escaped from the cave and caught all the bad miners, Nova had knocked out Louis, and Russia had wiped up the map with Hitler. Most Americans naturally cheer for the underdog, and right now tney have thiee favorites of this breed: Great Britain, China, and Russia But the lasL week it has looked as if the ttaru est fighter of the three was about finished. Experts argue heatedly whether the Bear That Walks Like a Man is about ready to lie down. The allies curse and pray and bluster about “a Niagara of aid” to the only army in the field actua’ly trading punches with Hitler. Yet the Russian armies continue to fa’l back, leaving: be hind them their most valuable iron, coal, and wheat fields. They cannot keep on retreating mirh longer. Our Face Is Red This new ally of ours has been • a bit embarrassing. It was not long a<ro that the United States paid Martin Dies to dash about looting out Communists from un der beds. Joe Stalin's ambassa dor used to be the loneliest man in Washington. But today anyone can easi y find how much we like Russia by reading in his morning newspaper how many millions of something F.D.R. is going to send to Stalin today. For as the Rus sians have fought on week after week, they have made friends of most of the Americans who think tne nv'st important thing: to dfr is to lick Hitler. ^’Iiere Does America Stand? However, as Russia begins to stumble, some disturbing ques tions come to mind, as, for ex pmp e. what is the use of ship ping her a lot of stuff the Ger mans are going to capture? Then vo tvink what might happen if the Russians do have to quit? For one thing, the swastika will fly on the far side of Bering Strait, within hai ing distance of />las’:n That prospect does not appeal to most of us. The other morning The Oregonian argued thnt even if Russia is defeated, Hitler will be so weakened hrIs victory will be meaningless. It eludes, “If Russia falls, one is tempted to repeat, then so what?” It is to be feared this “a'.l for the best” attitude is not justified; however, the picture may yet brighten with tomor row’s headlines. I fjam fyan. /^neahjjai.t Bv TED HALLOCK Oregon is groovy! Startling but true nevertheless. From where this columnist sits it looks like many the band is looming on this year’s horizon. From the big city up north comes word that Ted Fio-Rito, Will Osborne and Stanley Kenton are due to one night at Jantzen during October. These Kenton men are the strict est cats imaginable. Lately their air shots from Casino Gardens in L.A. have been knocking all lis teners concerned way out. Looks lik the ork biggies in the East are also interested in booking Kenton’s outfit so with so many on his side you can't go wrong in setting this band aside as a must catch for the coming month. Interesting, too, is the fact that Eugene is at last getting with it, as far as this new “swing” music is concerned. Mr. Loud, Willam ette park manager, relates info to the effect that Ted Fio-Rito will play a Saturday night at his place soon, which will save much gasoline all around. Loud also asked us to mention his newest innovation at the park, Sunday tea dances, which will be held in the late afternoon every Sabbath. Campus “Orks” Ready-ing The young men with the horns re—this campus are going like mad to get their various bands into passable shape within a week or two. Among those present at such clambakes have been the ever-recurring Art Holman, Bob Mac-Fadden, who is now fronting the remodeled Ray Dickson ork, and Fred Beardsley. Being as how the various stu dent leaders on this campus aren't jealous by nature anyhow, it might be well to mention an other young, aspiring cat who has organized a band, with high hopes. Artie Shaw by name, his “little” family numbers thirty five,and includes such famous ex leaders and §ide men as Jack Jennev. George Auld, Max Kam insky and Hot Lips Page, none of whom anyone at this school has ever heard of. but all whom are terrific just the same. On -Jute Boxes At this point we shall begin to wax philosophical, or, in other words of a syllable, DISCuss the late platters. From the last few words you see just how far some people will go to be coy, anyway, here’s the real stuff on recent pressings. Going ahead with jaw jutting bravely forward and hair blowing across temples, we shall ignore “Daddy,” and “The Hut Sut Song” and proceed from there. Victor did himself proud with a fine twelve-inch Tom Dor sey cutting of “For You,” with a solid Jc Stafford vocal, coup.la# with “Swing Low, Sweet Char iot.” Nothing more need be said for Bluebird than that they still have Glenn Miller on payroll. G.M.’s latest and fairly good at tempt is “Chattanooga Choo Choo,” backed by “I Know Why.” The real unadulterated business for the month has been deliv ered by Art Shaw and men (see above) who turn in a gutty per formance on Victor’s “It Had To Be You.” There’s nothing else that’s worth speaking loudly about. Black’s the Style The real cats at this University should get a kick out of the news that the finest colored bands iiv^ the country are lined up for fall fall season at McElroy’s. Pop has promised, thus far, such names as Coleman Hawkins, Cab Calloway, Jimmy Lunceford, and mayhap Count Basie. I made the distinc tion at this paragraph’s begin ning because local G.M. listeners will DEFINITELY not care for this style of band. They don’t play “Daddy” like mad, or kill themselves on “Hut Sut” in four teen flats. Altogether the music situation here is coming along. It only takes a few determined disciples of good swing to start the germ, and, if given enough time, names _ like Glenn Miller will have si lently folded their tents. Halftime stunts make it nec essary for students to bring plen ty of matches to the game to night.