The Oregon Daily Emerald, publistieu daily during eCc college year except Sundays.
Mondays, holidays, and rinal 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
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Mary Won. Exchange Editor
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'T'HERE are those of ns who thought that last year’s Junior
1 Weekend was the most beautiful, the most lavish and the
most superlative ever. We thought we should never again
experience such as that, especially we who were juniors.
Even now the warm memories of that weekend are as
eh*ar as a loud, insistent bell on Sunday morning.
That weekend . . . the campus a page out of Arabian nights,
wiih its green lawns, its blue sky, its red buildings, its yellow
flowers . . .
The campus luncheon, with gracious Queen Anjnabclle
riding to her coronation, and a procession of mounted RO i C
officers gallantly astride their golden-colored horses . . . the
four colorfully dressed princesses . . . the little crown girl . . .
wonderful, warm day with the skies beaming down their
blessings . . .
The Junior Prom and the splendor of the ancient Arabian
court which good old McArthur was turned into . . . the
lovely Arabian nights queen and her princesses—escorted by
four handsome gentlemen, in formal white coats . . .
The pushball contest that replaced the “dangerous” tug
of-war over the mil trace . . . the milling and mauling and
pushing . . .
# # *
T>OB WHITELY’S surrealistic, modernistic, whacky but en
tertaining mock canoe fete—“Stars Fell on Ali Baba,’ and
jokes fell on mama's ears . . . all in good fun, of course . . .
even the stubbies . . .
The canoe fete . . . THE CANOE FETE . . . all the mys
ticism and tin1 splendor and the beauty of the Arabian Nights
so realistically brought to life . . . the Magic Horse and Alad
din and his Wonderful Lamp, there floating down the rip
pling millrace . . . and genial, dependable Jim Carney, beaming
as his mechanical rope towed the floats down the millrace,
eliminating tin* semi-naked freshman power that formerly
motivated the floats . . . Wonderful, glorious, canoe fete.
My, that was a Junior Weekend, that 1941 event . . .
# # #
gUT what say you this year? The canoe fete is gone, to be
sure, but in its place a gigantic spectacle presented wholly
by University of Oregon talent . . . colorful, humorous, and
plenty of room for all . . . “Of Thee I Sing,” and they do, even
more than the canoe fete.
They say the dance is going to be even better . . . deflora
tions, and red-white-blue, and soft music. The tug-of-war is
hack for the “safer” pushball contest, and the campus is'
at ((hiring the beauty that only comes on Junior Weekend,
and' we are ready for another glorious three days . . . better
I h*a ever.
A short reign for you, Queen Elbe, and your attractive
princesses . . . but a sweet one . . . one you will always re
member, your majesty. No finer crown could power and arms
and guns and cannon bring you . . . ever.—B.B.
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ONE o'flock yesterday, when the first Oreguna was
slipped through the wire cages to students, lines had formed
all the way across the Igloo, around the halls, and even to {’ .>
“Of Thee 1 Sing stage. Oregon students had been hearing a h .
about this year’s volume with its 46S pages and a record of be
ing the largest yearbook in the world. They wanted to know
how it stood up with last year’s book, which was the most color
ful and the finest that Webfoots had seen.
It is too bad that Editor Wilbur Bishop, who put out both
the 1941 and 1942 yearbooks, could not have been here to watch
student reaction to this volume which is destined to even higher
honors. It cannot help but rate a high position in the nation. But
it does more than that. It is what the students want, and that is
the index of a yearbook’s success. There were more campus
shots than last year . . . and it is campus life that most in
terests those who live there. Makeup was of high quality,
and the color work breath-taking.
Eittle Willie Bishop may rest well on his Army cot tonight.
11s second effort to build a yearbook that would eclipse past
annuals was a success. The Oregaua-1942 “hit the spot.”
ujcuf.- 'Ja-jbay
It Is War Against France
Except in Diplomacy
. . . Gan sit Jladt?
By BILL HAIGHT
“Very grave decisions” have been reached by the Vichy
government at a meeting attended by Chief of Htate Marshal
Henri Phillip Petain, Pierre Laval and Fernando Debrinon,
according to reports. Undoubtedly the “very grave decisions”
have been reached as to what the French leaders will do with
me neer.
Germany has announced the re
lease of several thousand French
air men to aid the Germans in
beating off English RAF attacks
against the Nazi governed state.
American diplomats, headed by
Cordell Hull, insist American
Franco relations are on a day
to-day basis and French-owned
islands affecting American inter
ests are being closely watched,
apparently meaning American
forces will take over such islands
as Martinque if the Laval gov
ernment starts to use the fleet.
Three Months
Prime Minister Winston
Churchill told the house of com
mons the Madagascar action had
been planned for three months
and although casualties were
rather heavy the British had made
a successful attack.
Daily reports growing more
ominous point to a practical state
of war existing among the Allied
nations and France, yet, diplo
matically speaking, there is still
some resemblance to a peace
time intercommunication among
the governments.
Axis Fleet
Unquestionably the French
fleet in the hands of the Axis will
be a serious threat to the Allies
but to offset this reports indicate
that the production problem in
America has been met and in
fact is far ahead of all previous
schedules.
The strength of this production
may be seen in Joseph Stalin’s
recent statement to his people
that American materials in sub
stantial quantities have been ar
riving in Russia. This would in
dicate the Axis plan to utterly
destroy Allied shipping has
failed.
Germans Need It
If our production is surpassing
the earlier challenge and if our
supplies are getting through to
Russia, the Germans must des
perately need the French fleet.
Most observers are hazarding the
opinion the real threat of the
French fleet is passed by now.
However, operating against us it
would make our war problem of
shipping more difficult.
Difficult and not decisive seems
to be the consensus and from va
ried reports throughout the world
the opinion seems to be a good
one.
Last minute news flashes offset
the sad news of Corregidor with
the announcement from the navy
department that eight Japanese
ships, including seven warships
had been sunk in a naval engage
ment in the vicinity of the Solo
mon islands in the Pacific.
Total Japanese ships destroyed:
230. (Some of these probably
have been damaged rather than
sunk.)
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By TED HALLOCK
This Earl Scott, of assorted
fames, is quite the character. As
much from Damon Runyon as
Lippy Louie, or Hop Horse Har
ry. Always he is speaking in the
present tense, like this. Always
he is playing extremely fine cor
net with an extremely large tone.
We are visiting this Scott, and
Helen; wife; at their larger type
apartment with a phonograph,
folding bed, and a can of Sir
Fourthwait's Cut Plug Special.
Both are extreme jazzoites.
Manys the fine wax they are pos
sessing, with emphasis on an old
Eddie Lang Okeh git solo which,
in the immortal Scottian (remi
niscent of Sir Walter) prose, “We
are having many offers for, but
v.. being- not four years old, but
cc. are not playing the sucker
1o these askew offers and selling.
We are holding out for the great
er cash.’’ End quote.
This Scott knows Woody Her
v an well. Lived near the guy in
i " : eago when Herman was play
ing with Scott's brother at the
Fair. “Nice guy,’’ Earl is saying
about Wood, “Little guy. Plays
lots of fine tenor too, which few
people are knowing about. All of
which adds up that Scott is very
hep, and his frau is hepper. You
cun hear Earl play today at 12:30
in front of Friendly at the lunch
eon. and from three to five at the
library terrace stash. Then, if
you just still can’t get enough of
that horn, he plays in S^em to
night with Hal Hardin. Sorta like
Bix he is.
We were in Paul Collins’ hotel
room Tuesday afternoon and
found he was very interested in
this short the band had made.
Forget what studio did it, but
it's the one that hit Eugene at
the Heilig and Mayflower.
Of course you all remember
when the band played “Dark
Eyes.” Well Collins was anxious
as to how the tom-tom stuff came
out. So when we told him that
the studio had done its usual
stinking job of synchronization he
was extremely angry about the
whole thing. “Damn it,” he
damned, “that is the way they do
everything.”
Seems that the band records
the stuff first in an acoustically
correct sound studio, then, when
on the set, the master record of
their stuff is played back to them
and they go through all the mo
tions with no sound whatever.
The soloists, like Danny Polo and
his clarinet, can remember their
stuff and fake the fingerings
fairly well, but Collins didn't
even get to hit his toms or touch
a cymbal so his hots rudiments
were very phony. He was very
angry about the whole thing.
Snagged one of the last Lu
Watters albums from Dave Stu
art of the Jazzman Record Shop
in L.A. It’s a fine thing too. All
of the King Oliver things, but
with better acoustics, better mu
sicianship and more humor. You
can hear Watters beat off the
tempo on most of the things.
Teagarden didn’t like the waxes
at all when we played them for
him up north. Said Jackson,
“Man, if I couldn't copy no better
than that, I'd throw my horn
away.” Thinks they steal too
much from Oliver; are too unor
iginal.
Sonny Dunham's in at Jantzen
At
Second
Ql&nce
By TED HARMON
I
The Spauling Swing
The golf team has a theme song,
One of the best we’ve ever seen;
They call it, very happily,
The Wearing of the Green.
Like Buchwach's prize-catching
phrase, “with the campus men
who know queens, it’s Mothers,
two to one,” several coeds will
take back seats for the events
this weekend, and rightly so, for
reports bouncing off our desk
blotter indicate that there will be
more and more mothers here. In
fact, the Junior Prom will have
few campus cuties and more
mothers, which should make
them very happy, and at the same
time lessen the worry about din
ners-before-the-dance.
There’s enough about "Of Thee
I Sing” elsewhere in today’s
sheet and we’ll just say not to miss
it. But, watching rehearsals,
which have been lasting to wee
hours of the morn, there are sev
eral things that indicate the good
sense of humor still prevailing
with the overworked cast.
For instance, one singer (who
is now unmentioned) wandered
off from the musical score. Said
one director: “What's the mat
ter? You don’t seem to have a
very good range.” Said the sing
er, “That’s right, sir. I ain’t cook
ing with gas” . . . and then Di
rector Durkee crossed herself in
stage directions and one member
of the cast came in on the wrong
side. After H. Robinson had
asked who told him to enter on
the wrong side, no one confessed.
Suddenly, from the balcony came
the melodic strain, “His mama
done told him” and Bob Whitely
bowed to the cast.
At the rehearsals, the wit is
tremendous, certainly in keeping
with the musicomedy. For in
stance, we overheard one dancer
tell Billie Lawrence, “No, Billie,
Mississippi deltas are not your
sorority sisters” ... we found
a
out that the bride’s first thoughts^,
as she enters the church are ‘Tll~
altar hymn” . . . There’s the tale
about the chorine who swallowed
buckshot and her hair came out
in bangs . . . The bigger a man’s
head gets, the easier it is to fill
his shoes. . . .
John P. Wintergreen (Celsi) and
Jenkins (Alan Foster) were mim
icking before rehearsal in the ca
pacity of president and secretary.
Said Celsi, “Bring me a girl.”
Foster answered crisply, “Very
good, sir.” Celsi followed him
quickly with, “Not necessarily!”
Beach from May 25 till June 1. So |
cats from here can catch him on
the Friday and Saturday that end
exam week. Pleasant relief. Gus
Arnheim starts there this Sunday,
following Jack who stays till this
Saturday night.
.. JUNIOR
WEEKEND
Pictures Call for
Fine Developing
MOTHER'S DAY
Calls for
Novelty Gifts
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