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By TED HALLOCK
The real stuff is here and it’s
mellow. Jack Teagarden will open
Jantzen Beach, up Alaska way,
on May 2, for a twelve-day stand,
including Sabbath et al. We are
really as ready for Jackson as
he must be for us, too. And four
hits we get an invite to meet. Mr.
T. cause we all know Freddy Kel
ler, who is from Portland and
plays fourth trombone therein,
and Myron Shepler, also from
hicktown, and on bass. So con
niving as we will, it should prove
to be. Also.
The secondary saccharine stuff
is also here, though gooey. Our
own Holland ballroom, that we
have all come to know and love,
in initiating a name band policy
for the future, began, rather sad
ly, by importing Dave Marshall
and men from Los and northern
points for a brawl this Thursday
eve at nine sharp like the tack.
The Style
Dave’s ork is strictly on the
Everett Hoagland, Orville Knapp
kick, yet, according to the’emi
nent pianist “Jeaney With the
Light Brown Hines” Leo Ex
Knapp chirp, Marshall has at
tempted, as has Everett, to keddy
on for Orv, with stone-lined
mutes and three tenors. The
drummer uses a metronome.
Tomorrow eventide at Gerlin
ger some time between 7:30 and
9 p.m.’s, yea junior class and Pat
Cloud will trip the light with an
annual party. Said camp meetin’
will occur in the upstairs gym,
and there will be punch, refresh
ments, doughnuts, and punch for
all. Also music by five piece
combo, identity unknown as yet
it would seem. So if you are in
your third year of senility or
cynical about life anyway, come
to the fair and make merry.
James Stays South
Harry James will stay in Cali
fornia for about fourteen weeks,
which will give the local L.A.
contingent the opp to dig. Most
ly at the Palladium.
Art Shaw got a berth with the
U. S.O. morale bolstering and
check taking in division, which
keeps him healthy and he doesn’t
have to wave the bat.aan. Irving
Fazola, having left 4S03 bands to
date, just left the 4804th, Mugg
sy Spanier’s, to accept a defin
itely lucrative Teddy Powell of
fer.
Interesting to note is the fact
that Kay Kyser’s library and
band bus were completely de
stroyed by fire in New York forc
ing him into a least a two week
silence. So it does you good to
kneel down now and then.
Equally interesting was the
Kenton airtime Saturday after
noon from Meadowbrook. Good,
too, should lx* Dunham shots from
the Palladium coming soon. Son
ny opened there April 7. And
speaking of air shots, it is ex
tremely gratifying (understate
ment of week) to note Glenn Mil
ler's sudden demise a la Mutual
as a result of the current AFM
Mutual squabble.
Rudy Vallee recorded “A Letter
From London” and "I Just Could
n't Say It Before.” Said Down
Beat: ‘‘Even the men in the band
won't buy this one. Neither will
Vallee, if he's honest.”
A freshman — takes the girl's
books and offers her his seat.
A sophomore — offers his seat
to the girl.
A junior — offers to take the
girl’s books.
A senior — gives his books to
the girl and asks her to give him
her seat.
- -Broadway Whims.
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Mote *71*0*1 a deoiled. . .
OUIETLY and methodically, GOO University students each
week during the school year have practiced again and
again the score of Hadley’s “The New Earth.” Nobody paid
much attention to them. Dean Theodore Kratt, director of the
choir, ran his hands through his hair ferociously from time
to time in reaction to their occasional apathy for his friend’s
music. They sang on.
Sunday night, in a stilled McArthur Court, the 600-student
chorus presented its annual recital. But it was much more
than a music class recital. It was a magnificent example of
group singing by one of the largest choruses ever to appear
in the United States and the largest chorus ever to present a
composition by an American composer.
The molding of a group of untrained voices, comprising
more than one-fiftli of the student body, into an accomplished
chorus is a feat worthy of commendation. The creation of a
spectacle production unrivalled among collegiate musical ef
forts of the west coast is a real tribute to the University of Ore
gon and to Dean Kratt.
'■JMIAT three soloists of such talent, trained on our own Uni
versity of Oregon campus, are able to make such outstand
ing performances in the starring roles as did Soprano Margaret
Zimmerman, Baritone Ray Leonard, and Tenor Lee Ghorm
lev. is yet another tribute to Oregon’s music school.
The music school, once isolated on the edge of the campus,
has become, under Dr. Kratt, an integral, living part of the
campus . . . and music productions have come to be one of the
things of which University students are most proud.
*7lvete H a deadon . . .
’yyilAT are we fighting for?
A weekly Oregon newspaper says it is to “win this
damned war.”
A Saturday Evening Post writer goes into great lengths on
the subject, after posing the question, and comes out with
lots of theory.
Robert wants to know what we are fighting for, too. But
Robert doesn’t understand what the Saturday Evening Post
article, and the long speeches by Secretary of Navy Knox
don’t help him much, and the pleas by the politicians and the
statesmen; the labor leaders and the capitalists; the upper
crust and the shipyard workers—all these whip right past him
like so much chaff.
Robert, you see, is only four years old. with wonderfully
blond hair, twinkling blue eyes, and a bubbling personality.
He’s got a gal to go pigging with—she’s Joannie, who’s only
three, awful young for him. but a nice kid—and a little tricycle.
He lives a block from the S.A.E. house .. . and he doesn’t know
what we’re fighting for.
"^^E ASKED him what ho was doing with a penny in his
hand. No more gum for Robert. No more suckers for Rob
ert. No more licorice for Robert.
Why? we asked, a bit puzzled, but awful dumb thought
Robert, lie's saving his money. See that little truck in his
hand? Sure, lie’s saving all his money to buy a great big one
some day. Except for popcorn. He loves popcorn so much . . .
just once in a while . . . But the rest of the money lie's saving
for that truck. Not all of it. though. Robert’s saving half of it
to buy defense stamps. Sentimental slush . . . sure, sentimental
slush. We're college highbrows and that stuff belongs in Dan
Dunn for the big fat detective to spit out. But Robert's saving
liis money . . . half of it for that big truck, half of it for de
fense stamps.
We looked at him. four years old, blond, big-eyed . . . an
American youngster with an American home with an Amer
ican mommie. We know why we’re fighting now.
So blue-eved Robert—and Joannie—can have their gum,
their suckers, their licorice—and their popcorn.—1>.B.
•»
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Its No Mean Exploit
To Bomb Tokyo - -
9n Sku,
The long-awaited bombing of Tokyo highlights the intrepid
ity of the United States Navy in venturing within aircraft
carrier ranke of Japan, for apparently that was how it was
done. With the Japanese Navy roaming most of the waters of
the eastern hemisphere at will, such daring would be no
mean exploit.
Elsewhere the naval picture is
by no means cheering to the Al
lies. In the Bay of Bengal, whose
waters wash the industrial heart
of India, what amounts to a fair
sized fleet has been lost by the
British. As Time points out, off
Malaya, Java, and India, enough
ships were lost with which “at
any one place and time, with ef
fective air support, they could
have beaten the Japs. At it was,
piecemeal, the Allies lost both
the ships and the battles.”
The Score
In these three places, 2 battle
ships (Prince of Wales and Re
pulse), 4 heavy cruisers, 1 air
craft carrier (Hermes), 3 light
cruisers, and 12 to 15 destroyers
went to the bottom. Churchill
tried to explain that the British
just didn’t have enough planes to
protect them. If you care for ex
planations, you might ponder
that one.
As a result, British naval
strength has taken such a whack
ing that they have called to
America for help. On our desk is
an advertising blotter charting
Jap naval strength, and marked
in red: “Watch the Jap Navy Go
Down—Cross Them Off as They
Go Down.” If we had a similar
blotter for the British navy we
would have used considerably
more pencil lead.
More Strength
In the Mediterranean the Brit
ish face a superior French navy
force, which according to Walter
Winchell may be used by Laval
against them. In the North Sea
(they called it the German ocean
in Napoleon’s day), the Nazis, in
contrast to the British experience,
have assembled a formidable fleet
seemingly out of thin air.
We have more reason to be
hopeful about our own navy. Sat
urday night on the radio program,
“This is War,” we heard as an
example of insidious propaganda
this story: A fake Englishman,
drinking with an American sailor,
slyly asked if he knew how many
times the U. S. fleet had fought
a major engagement. The answer,
of course, was none. (The flab
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By MARY WOLF
Students at the University of
Southern California may enjoy
the delightful ditties of Dorsey,
the magical melodies of Miller, or
the syncopated swing of other
leading bands in a record swing
fest any noon without charge in
the physical education building.
* * *
Lady, if you see me lying,
On the ground and (maybe) dy
ing.
Let my gore run, bright and free;
Don’t attempt to bandage me.
While there’s life, there's hope,
so, pet,
Don't apply a tourniquet;
Do not give, for my salvation,
“Artificial respiration!”
Do not stretch my bones or joints.
Do not press my “pressure
points.”
If "queer symptoms” you should
see
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bergasted sailor might have not
ed Dewey and Sampson’s victor
ies in the Spanish-American war,
but they were over hopelessly in
ferior Spanish hulks.) For a mo
ment it was a rather disturbing
thought.
However, we aren't worried
about how our fleet would stand
up in such an old-style naval bat
tle. Anyway, this hardly seems to
be the era of such fights. Not
since the Japs sank the Russians
at Tsushima in 1905 has the clas
sical “T” been crossed, and not
r
since Jutland have two great bat -
tie fleets even had a go at each
other. In present-day naval war
fare, we are confident our navy
has no peer.
Nothing
Sacred
By J. SPENCER MILLER
This weekend produced plenty
of campus fireworks. Some we
can tell you about. The others the
Editor will cut out (She always
cuts the really good bits).
Mary Jane Kabbe and Bunny
Potts started' it off Thursday
morn in the Side when his OX
rattle made a return trip to a
few inches of her Pi Phi arrow—
Friday night “a bunch of the boys
whooped it up.” A little tea party
at the Stone-hut ended in a tear
gas episode.
The PiKaps and Kappa Sigs
carried on the tradition Saturday
nite by throwing a couple of rre
e-eally good deals. Shirley Grave
ly and Bill Rapson alternated be
tween the Starlight ball at Hen
hall and the Kappa Sig affair.
The Greek was at the PiKap deal
with some gorgeous Pi Phi. Jack
DuLong made it, too, with a The
ta, whose name we are getting
tired of mentioning. Jim Maize
of the Delt clan pulled a Crosby,
planting his pin on Theta Beth
Parks over the phone.
This is so good we have to tell
it on ourselves. ... It was cafe
teria-style dinner in the dorm.
We collected our gruel and sat
down next to two uppish gals.
After a half-hearted attempt
conversation, we subsided. One
of the creatures picked up the
ham on her plate, looked at it,
and said to her girl friend, “What
a coincidence! Eating ham and
sitting across from it. . . .”
Jean Spearow announced her
engagement to Steve Worth,
boasting a big sparkler. Coinci
dent with this, the Jean Spearow
Hates-Me Club held a special
meeting and elected their offi
cers for the spring. They are:
Buck Buchwach, prexy; Ken
Christianson, vice-prexy; Don
Walker, secretary.
FeeBetty Edward and FiDelt
Dick Bodwell have admitted that
it was all a mistake, and—pin is
no more—Another Fee, Dotty
Bruhn got tired of waiting fojy.
Doll-ta Glamour-gal Phyllis Dyer
and Dave Holmes to break up, so
she is now going with Fiji pledge,
• John Emerson. Incidentally, what
Gamma hall weight lifter has a
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