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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.