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,
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'COUNTING SHEEP': 1942 STYLE
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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
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By DON DILL
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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
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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.
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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.
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