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Oregon W Emerald The Oregon Daily Emerald, published daily during the college year except Sundays, Mondays, holidays, and final examination periods by the Associated Students. University nf 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 Editor,’, Fritz Timmen Ray Schrick, Managing Editor Betty Jane Biggs, Advertising Manager Jack Billings, News Editor Elizabeth Edmunds, National Advertising Manager Editorial board: Buck Buchwach, Chuck Boice, Betty Jane Biggs, Ray Schrick; Pro fessor t leorge Turnbull, adviser. __ UPPER BUSINESS STAFF Helen Rayburn, Layout Manager Jim Thayer, Promotion Manager Helen Flynn, Office Manager Lois Clause, Circulation Manager Connie Fullmer, Classified Manager UPPER NEWS STAFF Eee Flatberg, Sports Editor Erlirig Erlandson, Assistant Sports Editor Fred Treadgold, Assistant Sports Editor Corrine Nelson, Mildred Wilson, Co-Women’s Editors Herb Penny, Assistant Managing Editor Joanne Nichols, Executive Secretary Mary Wolf. Exchange Editor Duncan Wimpress, Chief Desk Editor Ted Bush. Chief Night Editor John Mathews, Promotion Editor Easter Parade... A PRIL 5, Pearl Harbor, dawn . . . the first rays of morn ^ V ing light shine grayly over the ocean horizon . . . planes roar down the runway, take off, and circle, then noce off over long expanses of water. The day is no different than the one before, or Ihe one before that, or than any of the past four months. It is Easter, but the dawn patrol is part of a •war and a sky that know no religion. Easter, Bataan, early-morning ... an American, clad in soiled drab uniform, rises to battle ... he is young, .just two years out of college ... lie smiles, cracks a .joke as the going gets harder . . . the staccato rattle of a machine gun breaks over the other roar of war, the man to his left falls. It is Easter, but another job must be done before sitting down to a meager dinner that allows no provision for a turkey diet. # * # SUNDAY, somewhere in the Pacific, night falls on the ocean ... a light cruiser rolls on a roughening sea. The Easter meal is over, but thoughts of thanks go momentarily over hoard as an enemy periscope rises to shine in the rising moon light . . . two depth charges catapult, splash,, explode, a slime of oil floats to the ocean surface. It is Easter, but destruction is the only international language in a war for survival. Sunday, spring, the University of Oregon . . . quiet, a typ ical spring day . . . three men lie on their fraternity lawn . . . next to them lies a morning paper with the latest list of draftees . . . otherwise there is no sign of soldiers, troops, or fighting. It is a war Easter, but on the campus there is peace . . . today. —K..T.S. Spring Plantin’'Time.. CPRING plantin’ time is here and this year it has come into its own on I lie Oregon earn pus. This occasion, long over looked on this campus while the Northern Branch probably celebrated it in fiesta proportions, was inaugurated last week when t;i University fraternity decided to plow under its park ing lot and plant a “victory” garden. That an Oregon fraternity should undertake such a project at. this time, when many a male student is spending his last few days in college and when all young men's fancies are turning lightly to thoughts of love, is patriotism of a very high sort. The chances are that, in true Oregon fashion, the idea will be snapped up by most groups before the term is concluded. Next thing we know, the University males, whose time might have been spent with the Oregon coed in this time of severe male rationing, will be pursuing all sorts of agri cultural endeavors. Betas will be out riding the range up Ilendjrick park way where once (picnics prevailed. Sigma Nus, who once loitered on Oregon's athletic fields and in the Gamma Phi living room, will be heard singing songs of the ol’ southland as they pluck cotton down on the river bottom. And dorm boys won’t have time for softball, bull sessions and Busan Campbell as they rise at the crack of dawn to gather eggs. Of course, the Law school can be counted on to provide some of the more vital products such as sugar cane and rubber trees. # * * ^JpiIE program need not be limited to the men. Coeds who arc not involved in knitting “bundles for Britain” could contribute to the cause with labor and inspiration. Then, of course, the girls could learn the farming business to take over when the boys are all at the front. In addition to being patriotic these V. for victory and vita mins. gardens could solve one of the greatest problems that has faced the University this year-the matter of dormitory food. With the dormitories serving food grown by their own resi dents no kick-backs would be heard. In ease there are still com plaints each student could undertake his own little patch of vegetables. Perhaps Oregon will never become self-sufficient enough to make much difference in the United Nations’ war effort, but they will never try to remain aloof from the cause.—C.B. fjant Ioa, By TED HALLOCK For the express benefit of Em eral readers, Freddy Slack did not “originaBe Boogie-Woogie.” If anyone did “originate” the style it was Jimmy Yancy, or maybe Pete Johnson. Boogie Woogie, or rolling bass, as we critics are wont, came into being in New Orleans as an offshoot of the blues. Its debut was made in a bawdy house, not with Bradley at the Astor thenks. Slack is tremendous however. It is his 88 which jounces on “Beat Me,” “Down the Road,” and the other three million Wil bur Columbias with the word boogie worked in somewhere in the sixteen piece title. This new ork of Fred's will be au reet. Or ganized seven months ago in Los Angeles, just after Slack left Will, it is composed of, at least in nucleus, fine studio men who play like mad. Among same, San to “Pec” Pecora, ex-Will Os borne trammist and old jazzer, and Brodie Schroff, fine cornet man from way back. Since conception as a seven piece combo the group has grown to its present fourteen man sta tus. Records for Decca, but only with the little bunch. If it plays here, many kicks will be forth coming, with accent on tenths. If you loved Cleo, ypu’ll dig Fred dy. The radio is at last proving its worth as a machine. Louis has arrived, and Jack, that means ar rived, at the Casa. Nothing but groovy kilowatts each night on Mutual, with that “Shoe Shine Boy” being shouted low like on the old Okeh. Makes you think we’ve all come home again. Kenton finally cracked the Spotlight and but good. “Taboo,” and two stinking pops except for the Dorris vocal, and “Arkansas Traveler,” which is enough. Stan ley, no longer playing for eighteen dollars each and every Thursday, will go into the Palladium, come April 8, for three weeks followed by Sonny Dunham who returns to L.A., as with Kenton, a home grounds. Thornhill is still kicking with a will at Palladium. And the big surprise of all is the Duke who opened Thursday eve at the Tria non, ousting Cros. A fine air shot and lots of Webster’s horn which we like with coffee. We extend apologies to Benny Goodman, wrho pursues this col yum avidly each morn, for the slight extended his way in having libeled him with the taint of a completed marriage. Actually, (Please turn to page three) 'COUNTING SHEEP': 1942 STYLE rtXH*1***^ _ StepfUnXf 2>ouut National Scene Bows To Campus Political Lights . . . Once a ^IfeaA. By DON TREADGOLD Thursday evening we listened to three independent politi cians (they said that was all they needed) slug it out with four Greeks along the Greeks vs. barbs line. This well-masti cated bone of contention has been lying around on American campuses ever since the first chapter of Kappa Alpha raised its head in 1825 at Union College (don’t ask us where). Not that the argument ever ceases to inflame the contenders’ pas sions, or that the resentments in volved seem to lessen. However, judging by the size of Thursday’s night’s audience, the campus felt it had heard enough hashing over this topic. Yet if more than the dozen pres ent had chosen to come, they might have learned quite a few things. We did. Rough . . . And Tumble The forum was a rough-and tumble one. No one shrank from naming names or specifying plac es. The faculty moderator sat hard on both lids, and succeeded in keeping the group from stray ing too far afield from the prin cipal issues. The most permanent of these is probably that as long as some students live in Eta Bita Pi and others in Jones hall, Smith co-op, and Mrs. Doakes’ boarding house there is likely to be some friction. As far as the rest of the diffi culty goes, here's a brash at tempt at oversimplifying it: Mr. Independent, whom Gene Brown ably portrayed as the type who (Please turn to patje three) '£*i&p,' fludamvnt By DON DILL I War comes to the photographer with the stoppage of spool pro duction and the shortage of print ing paper. All metal spools that you have lying around should be turned in to your film finish ers so that they in turn may give them to the film manufacturers on which to put new film. Keflex and film pack cameras now belong in the dodo bird clas sification as extinct for it is hard er to find one of those little black boxes than it is to find a person with tire priorities. Metal tripods are also on the scarce list and the flash bulb will probably be on its way within a month. But who cares as long as the sun shines ? You can always dust off the old six-twenty Brownie ___I and carry on. And it is a good time to start trying to get a good picture every time the shutter is clicked. That would mean less waste of the precious film and printing paper. Besides, you shouldn't be so careless and take a dozen pix in the hope that one will be good anyway. It just takes a little more time in the study of composition, making certain you’re in focus, and that the shut ter speed is correct. We can beat the Japs at their own game. A person would have to shoot in Kodacolor to get that beauti ful red blush exhibited by flabber gasted Betty Lou Brugman at the AWS auction the other day. And take Montag for action shots. See you behind the viewfinder. 1 Trade IIIIIHIIIIIIIIIIIIII. = «IIIHfllll!li;illlli g IIIIIIIIIIIIIINIIM B liHHIIIIIIlilllllll p liiliiiiiiiiiliiiiiii. mm |J!!llllll!l!Hlllllilllllin !:':ill!lllll!lllllll!!lllll| li':i!lillllllillllllllllllU ■ ::llill!!l!lllllll!II II ill' IIIHilllllipillMlI Last! Hangnail descriptions: Court ship- the period during which a girl decides whether or not she can do better . . . Swell-head—• nature’s frantic effort to fill a vacuum . . . Women—generally speaking, are generally speaking. . . . Yawn—the only time stu dents get to open their mouth^in some classes.—Forty-Niner. * * * By a vote of 323 to 57, students at Catawba college have voted to change the name of the year book, The Swastika. —Michigan Daily. * * * Do not consider any vice as trivial, and therefore practice it; so not consider any virtue as un important, and therefore neglect it.— Daily Reveille. * * * “Are you the man who cut my hair last time?” “I don't think so. I’ve only been here four months.” —Gonzaga Bulletin. MARRIAGE COURSE TO BE GIVEN AGAIN •—Headline, Alabama College paper. And this time get it right. —Varsity News. “Words are mere sounds and marks on paper,” we are told. They denote things, and they con note ideas and emotions that get associated with them in the mind. It would seem, therefore, that most of the confused thinking about the war arises from the substitution of words for the things they are supposed to sym bolize. To label a nation or a prac tice as “imperialistic” or "comr munistic,” and then argue about the words, rather than the thing itself, is to argue futilely. Labels are easily misapplied. •—Michigan Journalist. (Please turn to page six)