No Halfway Mark...
AMERICA'S sixth war president, America’s first third
term executive, yesterday stood before Congress and asked
that body of lawmakers for $56,000,000,000 to carry on the
war program during the coming year. The figure asked was
momentous, completely out of the scope of understanding of
the average man.
The chief executive’s address, like each of those he has made
since the fateful December 7, was a memorable one in that it
successfully gave the people of the United States added im
petus toward union.
Unlike the fictional fairytales of Premier Tojo, unlike the
god-like promises of victory for which Hitler is famous, Presi
dent Roosevelt talked straightforwardly of what the Allies
hope to attain in the next two years, their ultimate aims, the
need for a united people, and the need for sacrifice. There were
no hollow promises of immediate victory because of innate
superiority, no expectation that war could be won without
many losses.
XTET the spirit of the address was an indominatable one. To
give the Axis “a little idea of just what they accom
plished in the attack on Pearl Harbor” was not just a phrase
to make another oratorical mark for himself. Mr. Roosevelt
was saying what is in the heart of every real American today.
It will take taxes and more taxes until it appears that the
people can stand little more; it will mean, in the words of the
President, “cutting luxuries and other nonessentials . . . and
all-out-war’ by individual effort and family effort in a united
country. ”
The Congressmen of the United States, completely aware of
the rate of the pulse of the nation today, cheered his stark
realism again and again. The first hysteria was over. America
took a deep breath yesterday, prepared to put forth more
money than its constitution-makers thought would ever exist
in this nation for protection of its right to exist. It had stood
enough. America was out to win a war or spend its last red
cent and its last breath trying.
Seniors Have Been *Benched*
rjpiIE 1942 graduation class of the University of Oregon will
be a long-remembered one . . . not merely because it will
be the first one of World War II.
It will be the first class in oh-so-many years that has not
individually or collectively sat upon the senior bench oppo
site Fenton ball. Of course, there is still a senior bench. That
is, they say there is a senior bench, but do you know posi
tively anyone who has actually sat himself or herself upon it?
Prior to this year, one of the fondest pleasures of any senior
was that day on which he was allowed to, slowly and very
nonchalantly, cross the street from Johnson hall, very casually
sip a drink from the faucet near the law school, then with not
much more. thrfiV "n sliiver or two and a blush of self-conscious
ness, slide into u half-reclining position on the bench.
You could be sure' then, that all the law schoolers would
stop their tom-foolery for a moment to watch the noteworthy
performance, and yon could be sure then, too, that the sopho
mores and juniors would stare at you and the bench with a
longing gleam. Even the freshmen, when put up to it by the
moleskinners and juniors, would display their envy ever so
often by dabbing a bit of green paint on the revered stone
bench. The seniors =could then bellow their rage, but all the
while pleasantly glow inside because the glamour of the bench
was thus being enhanced.
# * # *
J^OW the bench has been moved, they sav, in back of the
library. No one can substantiate or disclaim the assertion
for the very good reason that no one ever goes to the library,
least of all the seniors, until *he last week of the term, and
then too much is to be done to sit around on hidden stone
benches.
No senior has yet been caught sitting on the “senior" bench,
if there is such a bench, and freshmen—who visit the library
often in conformance with their house rules—have not as yet
this year been taught the respectful attitude of former years
toward the seniors and their old stone bench.
Thus, truly, passes the glory of the world.—B.B.
At
Second
Qlance.
By TED HARMON
WEATHER FORECAST:
Can’t find our thermometer,
but red never looked good on us,
anyway.
Yeah, we’re surprised, too. That
is, we didn’t exactly expect to be
back on page two of the Emerald,
but here we are. And another
thing, we’ll only appear twice a
week, instead of the usual pre
war tri-weekly column. Some
thing to do with priorities, we
guess.
As long as this marks the sec
ond day of school, and we face
a cold and icy winter term, we’d
like to get another thing off our
muffler, too. Mainly, that this
chatter does NOT pretend to be
a gossip column. It never has, al
though some persons gave us the
compliment. It’s more spontan
oous than that. We merely write
what we think, see or even hear.
So if there are a few pins planted,
or a few given back that we don’t
mention, we probably know about
it, but just don’t jot it down on
paper.
* As a matter of fact, there will
be another column before long to
fill the pages on Tuesday, Thurs
day, and Saturday, so we can all
be happy . . . but cold!
WINTERAVINGS: When most
of the Webfoot gang returned
home again, they found cold, dis
mal houses awaiting them, ex
cept the Chi Os who were smart
enough to hire a boy to build
fires three days before they came
back. To top this off, there’s a
shortage on oil and sawdust, with
the possibility of the extension of
the cold spell for another week
or so.
We found one sophomore on the
steps of Johnson yesterday, just
standing in the 'icy rain. “Why
don’t you step inside,” we asked.
“Can’t,” was the answer. “I just
swallowed my gum and I feel
Wrigley all over." His corpse is
at the base of the third pillar,
underneath the carved initials,
“Chuck loves Nelda.”
Someone else tried to crack us
with the story that smart and
energetic freshmen, who are
cleaning up their rooms after
vacation, merely mop the floor
well and let it set overnight. A
shining, gleaming ice-coat is the
morning’s reward.
We’re almost in a state to be
lieve that tale because last night
we opened our window and in
fluenza.
At any rate, as far as we can
tell, without asking the weather
man and violating war-time re
strictions on such reporting, there
will be twelve hours of day and
twelve hours, of night today.
SOCIALIGHTS: This’ll be a
gay, merry term. In fact, starting
next w'eek, there’ll be a whole
change of dances and events to
satisfy anyone. The Senior Ball
will roll along about January 31,
a day after midterms are over.
February 14 will see Dad’s Day
and the Alpha Delta Sigma hop,
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Jlo&kuuf Ahead
The Campus Plays It’s Role"
By BILL HAIGHT
Despite the prospects, Happy New Year!
Students on the way to McArthur court Monday to register may
have noticed Dean Eric W. Allen, school of journalism, pedaling to
work in a stately persistent manner on his bicycle. The mode of
transportation is not an idiosyncrasy of the dean’s. He is like the
first flower of spring, the promise of plenty to come, for as time
goes on the sight of grown men and women riding bicycles will be
common.
The government s restrictions
on rubber, gasoline, oil and auto
mobiles lift by necessity the bi
cycle out of the realm of child
hood and places it firmly in the
adult world as a means of trans
portation.
Much to Come
There are other changes around
the campus, all tangible evidence
of this, our nation, at war. As the
harsh hard days ahead unfold
there will be many more revisions
in the American way of life.
In addition to the regular
course of study we students this
term will carry an extra load of
defense work. During vacation
university officials set up a de
fense council and completed plans
for training us in aircraft obser
vation, police work, fire fighting,
first aid, radio and signaling and
other branches of civilian serv
ice.
The reasons are two-fold. The
first is that we may need to be
prepared here at some desperate
moment and if we have a job to
do there will be less chance of a
panic developing. The second rea
son is that we will be able to aid
our home towns in their defense
set-ups when wre return. There is
no age limit for service in this
war.
What “Blackout” Means
The sixty-second alert black
out in Lane county means, watch
the lights. With street lights not
burning and the town partially
blacked out there is no longer the
feeling of the conflict being re
mote.
In the athletic activities world
drastic curtailment is to be ex
*7bade
• • •
By MARY WOLF
It seems he was walking into
the stadium at the last minute,
and the crowd was so large that
our friend was forced to squeeze
in sideways. As he oozed into the
stadium he had to pass the
bleachers on the very top of the
stands. It happened that he was
on the outside of the aisle and
his nose fitted just on top of one
of the bleacher boards. And
somebody walked along the
bleacher seat—and, well, the rest
is history.—Michigan Daily.
Some high government officials
11 om Washington were hiking in
the mountains of Virginia where
they happened to meet an old
mountaineer. As the only watch
in the hikers’ party had mysteri
ously stopped, they asked the
mountaineer what time of day it
was. After sizing them up for a
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Chicago Boston—
pected. Many of the players, foot
ball, basketball, tennis, etc., have
either been inducted into the
armed forces or are making plans
to enter soon.
The government has cut off the
purchase of golf balls, tennis
balls, squash balls, football and
basketball bladders! Probably the
curtailment will not effect this
year’s schedule too much.
In every segment of our life
the fact we are at war is becom
ing increasingly more noticeable.
The road to victory is going to
be the hard one.
But remember Pearl Harbor!
By ROY METZLER
Fantasia Release
Large chunks of the narrative
by Deems Taylor and symphonic
music in the Stokowski score are
to be sliced from Walt Disney’s
“Fantasia” before it goes into
general release late in January
or February. It is probable that
the elaborate Disney fantasy will
be shortened by about 45 min
,utes from its original roadshow
length of 125 minutes.
No Publicity
The many requests notwith
standing, there will be no pic
tures of Jimmy, the new charac
ter on the Amos and Andy pro
gram, mailed out by the soup
selling blackface team. He is a
negro lad, which fact is being
withheld from the publicity.
Mickey’s Partner
One thing that Walt Disney
should certainly do is to resur
rect the seven dwarfs of “Snow
White” and contrive a picture
around them. He is quick in dis
covering bright, new characters,
and he makes them stars in a
hurry.
Anyway, Disney has decided to
make a full-length feature star
ring Timothy Mouse. Timothy is
the personage who supplies so
lace, sympathy, and even help for
Dumbo, the disconsolate elephant,
in Disney’s latest release. Disney
has installed writers on prepara
tion of a feature which will have
Timothy as hero. He’s not to be
confused with Mickey Mouse.
Poe’s Mysteries
All too seldom is Edgar Allan
Poe brought to the screen, and
yet there is such power to some
of his mystery tales that one
wonders why they are not adapt
ed oftener. “The Tell-Tale Heart”
is reported a winner in the short
film field at present. It was a
dramatic affair produced with
top-flight players.
Universal has now reached the
point where it will launch “The
Mystery of Marie Roget” which
was taken from a real mystery of
France and which reached naught
except a theoretical conclusion in
its original form. It was a dem
onstration of the art of deduc
tion. .
Kadiark, the Eskimo, was sit
ting on a cake of ice telling a
story. He finished and got up. Said
he, “My tale is told!”
•—Mills College Weekly.