The Oregon Daily Emerald, published daily during the 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
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HELEN ANGELL. Editor FRED O. MAY, Business Manager
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Editorial board: Buck Buchwach, Chuck Boice, Betty Jane Biggs, Ray Schrick; Pro
fessor George Turnbull, adviser.
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Lee Flatberg, Sports Editor
Erling Erlandson, Assistant Sports Editor
Fred Treadgold, Assistant Sports Editor
Corrine Nelson, Mildred Wilsotv
Co-Women’s Editors
Herb Penny, Assistant Managing Editor
Joanne mcnois, executive ^ecreiary
Mary Wolf, Exchange Editor
Duncan Wimpress, Chief Desk Editor
Ted Bush, Chief Night Editor
John Mathews, Promotion Editor
Joanne Dolph, Assistant News Editor
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J^T EARLY a third of a century lias passed since Eric W.
Allen, then a young newspaperman, came to the University
of Oregon to inaugurate one of those “new-fangled” journal
ism schools in which hard-bitten newspapermen didn’t put
much stock. Tonight Nigma Delta Chi, national journalism fra
ternity for men, honors Dean Allen on the beginning of his
thirty-first year as head of that school.
it was in 1912 that Dean Allen lay the framework for the
school that was destined to acquire, in the ensuing 80 years,
a reputation for turning out consistently fine journalists, for
encouraging one of the highest-rated oollego dailies in the
nation, for offering one of the best journalism courses west
of the Mississippi.
JN those 80 years lie watched men and women who were to
become well-known Americans in their own right, come into
the University as green freshmen, go out with a diploma and
three of his required-for-graduation “editing theses” under
their arms . . . Palmer Hoyt, Ernest Haycox, Nancy Wilson
Ross, Ruel Moore, Robert Ormond Case, Edison Marshall.
To them all he has imparted a philosophy of education and
of life, and his office is crowded from morning until closing
time with students waiting for personal conference with the
dean. To them all he gives the same goal for journalism: that
il is a profession designed for thinking, reasoning men and
women. Dean Allen, whose reading of contemporary literature
in every field appalls his students by its quantity, is a living
example of his creed for the journalist, “an awareness of life.”
9ft the Mail Ba^
To the Editor:
May I extend my deepest sym
pathy to you over the shortage
of news from which you are ap
parently suffering.
Why a college “paper” has to
assume the responsibility of act
ing as mouthpiece for the Japan
ese foreign office, I fail to see.
A short time ago, the Emer
ald in the same edition carried a
story telling about the Jap, "Lord
Haw Haw,” and an editorial
pleading for toleration toward
the Japs.
Today the students are hon
ored by two stories and a pic
ture on the front page about our
“true American" friends.
Why doesn’t the editorial staff
stop dishing out this continual
dish of propaganda about the
wonderful merits of our yellow
brethren ? If they’re as good as
you say. they don’t need a pub
licity department. In any case,
let them prove their worth; it's
not the Emerald's responsibility.
I'm in hope you decide to be a
college newspaper editor for
awhile instead of being a human
itarian and a second Dr. Goebbels.
Very tralv yours,
—Mark Howard.
I Editor’s note; The editorial
pulley of this year's Emerald has
been, and will continue to be,
d.reeted toward creating in the
Minds of college students a rea
soning attitude toward the Jap
anese evacuation. The Emerald
will stand on its policy of Amer
icanism ... an Americanism
that is marked by tolerance and
free expression, not the pseudo
Americanism indicated in this
letter's demand for witch-hunt
ing. The Emerald copyeditor who
used the term “true Americans"
to caption a picture of the Jap
anese erred, because that was an
editorial opinion not for use on
objective news pages. But the
Emerald offers no apologies for
editorially picturing the mass
Japanese evacuation as being a
precautionary measure only. Any
thinking American, we believe,
sees the evacuation move not as
a condemnation of all Japanese,
but an attempt to remove the
very few real enemies in their
midst. I believe you overlook. Mr.
Howard, that these Japanese now
leaving the coast are for the most
part American citizens, not pris
oners of war.)
Remember the legendary paint
ing of a bunch of grapes that
looked so natural the birds
pecked at it ?
Well, listen to this one: On ex
hibit at James Milliken univer
sity, Decatur, 111., were several
paintings, including one called
"The Nude Back."
Art department heads insist
they found two mosquitoes
perched on the “back" feverishly
boring away.
Man Behind the Scenes - -
Versatile Horace Robinson
JF the 3200 people who attended the Junior
Weekend musical, “Of Thee I Sing,” en
joyed themselves, they can thank one man for
practically every feature of the evening’s
entertainment. That man is Director Horace
Robinson, or just “Horace” as all the cast
learned to call him.
Looking down the lengthy list of cast mem
bers, committee men, assistants to committee
men, a member of the audience probably was
impressed by the mass effort appearance of
the show, but this was far from the ease.
Hundreds were involved, but most of the
effort came from the amiable Horace.
From the very beginning the herculean feat
was a one-man effort. Committees were chosen
by the Junior Weekend heads, far too many
of them, appointments were made, and jobs
assigned, but always it was Horace who had
to iron out the red tape, clear away the debris,
and see the job through. More times than
when the aides were willing, but inexperi
enced, the job still had to be done.
Vil^IIlLE sleejfy cast members dozed through
most of the morning hours, Horace had
already donned his overalls, taken up his
hammer and started a full day’s work on the
settings. The night before the performance
most of the people concerned were dancing
away their cares at the Junior prom. Mr.
Robinson was there, but he was up above the
canopy in back of the stage, ami in his over
alls, not a tux.
There were times when the lack of coopera
tion must have been acute. Some of the music
school faculty who might have been of great
benefit decided they did not like Gershwin
“jazz,’’ and as a result many talented stu
dents were discouraged from participatiifg.
All during casting and even after practices
began, drop-outs by irresponsible students
were frequent. After the rehearsals were,
under way it was hard to convince many of
the inexperienced players that there was any
necessity of learning lines or appearing at
more than a small percentage of the re
hearsals. Then the ungainly McArthur court
was not available at once, and the playing
conditions there were not as good as they
might have been. But through it all no one
heard any complaints from Horace.
# * * *
J-TE merely worked harder, and more than
one participant expressed his amazement"’
at the manner in which he maintained his
composure through it all, and got the most
out of tile players “the pleasant way.”
And when the big opening night came, it
was democratic Horace Robinson who was
carrying one of those “Wintergreen for
President ” banners in the mob scene.—C.B.
Nothing
Sacred
By J. SPENCER MILLER
There were lots of old, famil
iar faces around the campus last
weekend. The Fees led with plen
ty of alums back, including
Shirley Sullivan, with a brand
NEW platinum hair-do, Sue Cun
ningham, and Jean Frinke Feas
i'ey. DeeGee Edie Bush was hang
ing around the Side drinking it
all in. The campus looked almost
normal from the number in at
tendance. The way that the draft
scourge is hitting the campus has
inspired us to write a song
called “The Last Time I Saw
Oregon.” That's how the place
looked Junior Weekend.
DUCK-POURRI . . . Loren Mc
Kinley, one of the most popular
Kappa Sigs, has left us for the
army. But he and Elaine Sessions
are getting married before his
induction . . . Theta Dottie Case
has had Dick Sheehan's Beta
“oven door” for over a week, but
she just now admitted that it was
his and not Paul Beard’s, who
she claimed it was . . . DeeGee
Margaret Ann Jackson wears two
Kappa Sig pins now. One is in
the army; the other she is keep
ing safe for Joe Montag . . . Don
Dill was just about the smooth
est-looking male at the JP with
his pearl-gray dress coat . . . Al
pha Fee Dottie Engle has picked
up the pin of ATO Chuck Pow
ers . . . She hasn't been getting
any by-lines, but AOFi Barbara
has been writing Side Pat
ter for the last few issues. . . .
IDEAL DATE GIRL . . . The
facial beauty of Kappa Dot Wal
thers or Theta Annabelle Dow;
the figure of Norma Trevorrow;
the friendliness of Kappa Nancy
!>u\ is or Sigma Kappa Mary Mer
rier; the laffs of BeeLoo Brug
man; the sophistication of Gam
mafi Roziry Morrill; the stateli
ness of TriDelt Stephanie Peter
son, the smile of DeeGee Bertie
Stephens, the cheek-flo-cheek
dancing of Chi O Lois Hafeie;
the personality of Kay Jenkins;
the—boy, what a gal!
IDEAL DATE-MAN . . . The
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CROOK
%WEEK i
AT THE END OF
THE YEAR, SEN
IORS AT ALABAMA
COLLEGE HIDE AN
ANCIENT CROOKED
STICK ONI THE CAMPUS.
JUNIORS CAN NOT GAIN
SENIOR PRIVILEGES UN
TIL THEY FIND THE CR©K.
CoMIBEAR. FIRST U. OF WASHINGTON CREW QOACH
AND DEVELOPER OF THE CON I BEAR JTROKE.
/WADE OUTSTANDING OARSMEN BUT NEVER.
PULLED AN OAR /
Oklahoma AandM college hasan
EXPERIMENTAL WHEAT FIELD THAT HAS
BEEN PLANTED OONTINUOSLY TO THAT
• • - CROP FOR 48 YEARS 1 1 1
ALEX FIDLER. s
COE COLLEGE TRAINER,
HAS REFEREED 6000
BOXING MATCHES /
'£+tap.r fjudatnesit
By DON DILL.
Cameras and Campus Lunch
eon. Together with the whole
weekend of sunshine and show
ers, mothers and mayhem, enough
film footage was exposed to hang
Hitler. And all to the good.
It is a good sign and although
it is too late in the year to do
anything about it now, it has oc
curred to this department that it
is a crime that all the good pho
tobugs don't have a place that
they could take their favorite
photos and have a salon showing
— say at the end of each term.
This would bring out many a
good picture which would other
wise go unknown except to the
few friends of the photographer.
An Incentive
Such an exhibit would create
more interest in good photogra
phy among the amateurs and
would provide an incentive to
others to take up the interesting
hobby.
Perhaps those who will be here
next year will keep the idea in
mind and some arrangement with
a local finisher be made so that
the cost would not be prohibitive
to those unable to do their own
enlarging and finishing.
Little Time
There are but a few days left
in this term and this school year
and those days will be busy ones
while the erstwhile students do
their term’s work. But summer is
coming and even though the war
does impose limitations and reg
ulations, we still have the right
and joy of taking pictures when
and where we please—with dis
cretion—without somebody run
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