Oregon If Emerald
The Oregon Daily Emerald, published daily during the college year except Sundays,
Mondays, 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 postoffice, Eugene, Oregon.
HELEN ANGELL, Editor FRED O. MAY, Business Manager
Associate Editors: ITal Olney, Fritz Timmen
Ray Sclirick, Managing Editor
Jiob Frazier, News Editor
Hetty Jane Biggs. Advertising Manager
Elizabeth Edmunds, National Advertising Manager
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Helen Rayburn, Layout Manager
Helen Flynn, Office Manager Lois Clause, Circulation Manager
Business As Usual...
Jk reckoning day came for the Oregon Daily Emerald yester
day, and it passed the rough water of critical self-exam
ination with flying colors.
Educational Activities Manager Dick Williams came home
from an activities managers’ convention in San Francisco last
month with foreboding news of what the war has done to other
dailies on the coast. Depleted advertising sales and other cir
cumstances have caused the Washington State Evergreen to
reduce its publication to a four-page seven-column paper pub
lished three times a week. The University of Washington Daily
has cut to four papers a week.
But a study of the Emerald’s advertising budget so far
this year shows a complete lack of red ink, and no change in
present publication is planned this year. Every edition origin
ally scheduled for this year, except possibly one, will be
printed. Spring term will be marked by the first attempt at
a special Sunday edition, on March 29.
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JT is not an easy year in which to publish a college daily.
More and more valuable Emerald workers are being called
to work on downtown newspapers, as staffs there are released
for active army duty. The present sports editor, society editor,
and other employees of the Eugene Daily News were last
term Emerald staff members.
Enlistment and the draft have taken several students —
Assistant Managing Editor Bill Hilton, for example — and
others are expecting to be inducted later in the year.
Lack of money from home has forced more than one valuable
worker to divide his spare time between the Emerald shack
and a paying job in order to stay in school. In addition, there
is the lack of spare time in a college program of “concentrated
education.” Class assignments are longer, there will be no
spring vacation in which to gain a new lease on life, and the
grind will be generally tougher.
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|T is when the going is hard that true colors come to the fore.
The real sacrifices made and the valuable time spent by 200
Emerald workers on both the news and advertising staffs in
giving the best of what they have to make this year’s paper
one of^quality is something to be proud of. Re-budgeting of
time, dogged determination to do what they’re doing well,
less sleep, and real spirit for the job . . . these are the things
that Emerald workers are doing to make their paper a success
in this unusual year, 1942.
To them goes the credit for the fact that “business as usual”
is the winter and spring term motto of Oregon’s daily news
paper.
Ho Hum> Another Queen ...
jD OVAl/l'Y Production Hits New High on Oregon Campus.
No, the headline didn't appear on the front page of the
Emerald or, indeed on any other front page. But it might well
have. The past two weeks lias seen the selection of a Valentine
girl and the beginning of contests to choose a Little Colonel
and a King of Hearts, And that's picking 'em fast in any
plan’s country.
Oh no! We’re not opposed to queens. The more queens the
merrier we say. And our campus is doing prety well. But per
haps with a little concentrated effort on the part of some of
tin1 Cniversity intelligentsia an even better record could be
posted. A lot of swell opportunities are being missed. For in
stance, someone should have held a contest to elect a queen
of ground hog’s day. And then the campus could stage a cab
bage festival to have a cabbage festival queen.
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^"^F course, they could have a defense bond sweetheart, since
our nation is now at war. And the student union committee
could choose a student union queen. And these fellows selling
tags for the past week missed a bet when they didn't choose
a “help fellow students queen.”
It is realv regrettable that all of the fraternities, dorms, and
coops don’t cooperate in-selection of “dream girls." And then
all the schools and deparfmens.should take a leaf from the
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law school's book and elect a queen, 'f *•
dust think. In a little while it could be arranged so we
could do away with the elections. A list of the various types
ol queens could be made and as each freshman girl stepped up
to register in the Fniversity for the first time, she could be
handed a slip telling her what she's queen of. Then just cross
Fiat queen off the list and so to the next.—11.0.
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B*eaAfadI
By TED HALLOCK
Here is an idea that we would
like you to pass on. Many people
have asked us to explain our
“Fooey-Miller” complex. The
nearest approach to an explana
tion is to counter with the fol
lowing proposition. Why can't
Oregon take a page from Haa
vaahd, and get with jazz. Why
can’t we ail attempt to listen and
understand this form of music
that none of us seem to compre.
This then is the idea: Organize
“jam” sessions, in the strictest
sense of the word, every Satur
day afternoon from two to four.
Or, if more agreeable, on Sun
days, taking a page from Harry
Lim’s sabbath bashes at the Sher
man in Chi, or Milt Gabler’s stash
each church day at Nick’s in
N. Y. Rest assured it is in vogue
to appreciate jazz.
First Thought
If you are a typical Duck, that
is the first thing you would most
likely consider. Will it be degrad-'
ing to be caught listening to any
thing but Bach or Handel ? No, it
will not. It is about time that our
campus caught on. This column
and others have wasted too much
valuable time jamming down un
willing throats the seed of mus
ical intellect, so now is the chance
to prove, or attempt to prove,
what we say.
So if you would like an im
promptu session at the Side every
wreek-end, strictly for listening
and not dancing, then write us at
the Emerald or nail us on the
street, and if enough intellectuals
latch on, then the rest will be
simple.
_\o Trouble With Music
There are many musicians in
Eugene, who feel just as stifled
playing in large bands, as there
are in the ordinary towns like
Chi. They will flock to a chance
to play, and they will appreciate
playing for an appreciative audi
ence. So, if you dig this idea for
digging the truest form of ex
pression, then dig us with a re
sounding yea, soon, and we shall
dig Newt.
Too, this knocked out proposi
tion would also remedy, tempor
arily, the need for some place to
catch good music. Rest assured,
this music would be good. Not
loud and overbearing, but just
sufficient to fill beautifully a
small room. Imagine, nothing but
smoke filled smoke and atmo
sphere and guys playing their
hearts out, and smoke and at
mosphere. Then forget Miller and
we're ready.
Holman Signed
Holman has been signed for the
Colonel Crawl says Kenneth and
Don of the University brown
shirts. As in the case of the Sen
ior ball, Arthur and men will
probably turn out a surprisingly
good job. Holman’s band is good,
there is no denying, so everyone
will be there anyway, but there
are a few characters in that band
that are better than good.
First of all Betty Wycoff ain’t
good, she’s groovy. Secondly,
Vein Culp can be potent as hell
on tubs, with as contrasting an
amount of finesse. The alto man,
whose name is too long anyway,
is terrific, solo work on the
“jump” sufficient evidence of
same. And last, the jack on tram
blows like a skidright valve. He
and Tea went to the same taffy
pull once.
Stinkingest wax for many’s the
day: Miller's “Draensville, Ohio.”
Second place for putridnessabil
i'ty: Any other current Miller
cutting.
This week’s fav for my lettuce:
Lionel R. Snag and his Seven
Garbage Can Lids of Tempo,
(I’lease turn to page three)
By DON TREADGOED
The new Saturday Evening Post cover portrays a popeyed young
recruit, wearing a big button inscribed “Guest: Willie Gillis, Jr„”
surrounded by beautiful young ladies attempting t*o feed him candy,
cake, and a doughnut, all at the same time. Willie looks appreciative,
but a little bewildered by it all. The very attentive young ladies, one
of whom wears an arm band marked “U.S.O., are missing no bets
LO Illcmt? LI1C1I OU1U1CI
The two young ladies in Nor
man Rockwell’s cartoon are two
out of a great multitude of Uncle
Sam’s civilian population who are
outdoing themselves in efforts to
find ways to do their part in win
ning the war. The ladies knit,
make bandages, cook, drive am
bulances, work at filter centers,
and perform dozens of tasks too
diverse to list. They are doing a
splendid work. To the soldiers
for whose benefit so many of
them labor, their good offices are
sometimes a little overwhelming,
as they were to Willie Gillis; but
their contribution is a real one.
Many new organizations have
sprung into being; some inevita
bly overlap, but that does not
mean any one of them works less
hard at its job.
Wrong Foot
Sometimes a few of the ladies
get off a bit on the wrong foot
as to publicity for their efforts;
Mrs. John Aldan Carpenter of
Chicago, for example, is quoted
as saying: “We are in the pro
cess of organizing and we are
simply going to sell millions of
bonds when we get started. I’m
sure you realize that even the
upper classes cannot do all of the
work. A streetcar conductor’s
wife is sometimes as smart as a
woman of my position . . . Every
body will have a part in helping
me with this tremendous job.” All
of which I am sure was extremely
kind and democratic of Mrs. Car
penter. Most of the ladies, how
ever, are less concerned in getting
the lower and the upper classes
together than in producing goods.
No Easy Job
The ladies have to take the bit
ter with the sweet in helping
Uncle Sam. The first aid classes,
for example, are often trying. In
a recent letter from a member
of the family of a certain lady
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By MARY WOLF
I am a large and angry cat;
I am a young, impulsive bear,
Lying behind a briar bush
With a warm, appealing stare.
I am a leopard whose spots are
gone,
Unfortunately washed by rain—
But mostly I am a little girl
With life just one long pain.
—Mills College Weekly.
While American students are
not ready to adopt the idea that
college education should train
women to be primarily wives and
mothers, neither do they want to
accept equality between the sexes.
Student Opinion Surveys of
America, the cooperative weekly
poll sponsored by college news
papers finds that great majori
ties even of co-eds themselves be
lieve :
1. Women should not try to
combine marriage and mother
hood with a career outside the
home.
2. There would be more di
vorces if women were given more
nearly equal social status with
men.
When it comes to education,
however, opinion is divided on
such a plan as has made Stephens
college of Missouri attract na
tional attention: training women
to be educated and capable wives
and mothers rather than profes
sionals. “It all depends on the
particular woman,'’ about three
engaged in the matter of learn
ing first aid through class in
struction, I was told that this
lady “is teaching her big class in
first aid three nights a week—
now, as she is teaching, she avowtak.
being worked on herself, so is not
so bruised up as at the beginning
when she, as a pupil, was at the
mercy of green manipulators.”
Real sacrifices are made, too,
by thousands of young and un
paid women all over the nation
who are doing jobs in informa
tion centers under army supervi
sion, and whose only salary is
the knowledge they are doing a
worthwhile job.
Civilian Defense Administra
tor LaGuardia may get out of
sorts and at cross-purposes with
other higher-ups, but civilian de
fense does not depend on his ya
garies. American women did not "
wait to be given the green light.
9*t '‘Ike.
Mali fee*},
To the editor
We, the undersigned, graduate
assistants of the University, vig
orously and violently and volubly
protest against the vile calumny,
the insinuations of insipidity, the--<
corrosive connotations, the icono
clastic reverberations, the tyro
istic disrespect for authority, the
destruction of true morality, the
distortion of facts, the rococois
tic celebrations, contained in
Mary Wolf’s so-called column in
the Oregon Daily Emerald of
Tuesday, February 3, 1942
“Enroll under a professor who
grades his own quiz papers if
such are to be found. Assistants
do not know a great deal more
than the students about the
courses. The best students who
graduate get fellowships. The
second rate students become a's^
sistants to earn enough money to
continue their studies.”
If there is a repetition of this
sort of thing we shall have to do
something about it, by gosh. We
shall have to boycott you, so
there! Remember, if this happens
again we have to “exchange edi
tor.” Then won’t Miss Wolf be
sorry ?
Yours for good clean fun but
not at our expense.
James Harris
C. Pentland
Charles Delzell
Dale Strick
(x) Max Morris
(his mark)
R. Thomas
Dan Koch
John Cavanagh
Wallace White
David Halbakken
(Editor’s note If you are look
ing for a scalp, may we recom
mend that of the Phi Beta Kappa
psychology professor who wrote
the advice.)
out of every ten interviewed
commented.
The plurality, 38 per cent, are
opposed, while 2S per cent ap
prove. Interesting is the fact that
more men than women like the
idea.
In answer to the question, “If
there were more equality between
the sexes, do you think there ^
would be fewer divorces?” Firty
seven per cent said there would
be more and twenty-six per cent
said fewer.
—Daily Californian.