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About Oregon daily emerald. (Eugene, Or.) 1920-2012 | View Entire Issue (Oct. 1, 1942)
iniiiiiiiiiiiiii'.iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiHniiiiitiiiiiiimHitiiiiinHhiiiiiitiiniiiniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiuiiiiiuiiiiiuiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiHiiiuttiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiifiiinuiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii. Oregon® Emerald Published daily during the college year except Sundays, Mondays, holidays and final examination periods hy the Associated Students, University of Oregon. Kntered as second-class matter at the postoffice. Eugene. _Oregon. RAY SCHRICK, Editor; BETTY BIGGS SCHRICK, Business Mgr. Dune Wimpress, Managing Editor Jack Billings, News Editor Ted Bush, Associate Editor John Mathews, Associate Editor ' Member ^ Pissociated Colie 6iate Press ALL-AMERICAN 1942 UPPER NEWS STAFF Eee Flatberg, Sports Editor Marge Major, Women’s Editor Mildred Wilson, Feature Editor Janet Wagstaff, Assistant Editor Joan Dolph, Marjorie Young, Assistant News Editors UPPER BUSINESS STAFF jQhn Jensen, Cecil Sharp, Shirley Davis, Russ Smelser. Advertising Managers: Connie Fullmer, Circulation Manager. .Lois Claus, Classified Advertising Man ager. Elizabeth Edmunds, National Advertis ing Manager. Represented for national advertising by NATIONAL ADVERTISING SERVICE, INC., college publishers’ representative, 420 Madison Ave., New York—Chicago—Boston —Los Angeles—San Francisco—Portland—Seattle. “Without the essential element of force, law and or der are empty words . . . The world must be relieved of the crushing burden of armaments not through the abandonment of the use of force but through pooling and organization of the armaments of peace-loving peo ple.”—Dr. Hu Shih, former Chinese Ambassador. *7<4e Prudent SpacJiA*... T^OSE-COLORED glasses are not in style this morning for the president’s assembly. The Igloo will be jam packed for a double occasion: Dr. Donald M. Erb’s speech on war in the first such assembly since shortly after Pearl Harbor: the first all-student meeting of the war year 1942-43. Dr. Erb will cover the campus in a man-to-man and man to-woman chat on the role of the college student. The program features information. It also will feature advice—on social programs, on cars, on acceleration, and work. The University campus as “haven” from a world gone mad is already passe. Opinion of the college man and woman toward the war has revolutionized in three months. It will change even further this term, the next, and the one after that. * * =t= ’ JT IS a historic occasion when the president of the Univer sity opens the college year with a war message. This is the first full Oregon war-year in one quarter of a century. Con fusions of statement and re-statement on enlisted reserves, of rumor and counter-rumor on social program and campus activities, require clarification in such muddled times. Students will have a clearer picture of the University-at war when they retire to noon lunch following the hour pro gram. The war-at-large is dark as ever this morning. But Oregon students will have a down-to-earth picture of their specific role. It will be clearer and brighter, but still sans the rose-colored glasses. Any fe union A *7o&cuj, ? II IKK of 15.5 miles is in store for University males in nocturnal maneuvers scheduled to occupy most of Sat urdav night. W hen and if they return from the valorous trek, there will, according to practiced prognosticators, be many docile recruits ready to sign up with the air corps, glider service, and tank divisions. It won't he disclosing a military secret to tell the lads’ ob jective. Thev’ll be bound in duty to wreck 22 houses together with respective inhabitants. It’s Bunion Derby time. To forestall the acquisition of too many martyr complexes, to prevent Oregon’s masculine half from feeling that the sacri fice is all theirs, it might also be predicted that campus Duck esses will share in the footwork. If there's marching to be done in the W WAV's or the WAVES, Oregon coeds will be well conditioned. But the whole bloody affair carries a good sales angle. Some sales-minded souls might approach the BE departments with the proposition that a few hours credit be allowed in body conditioning; which suggests that similar action be taken in the Militarv field. Can one get excused for flat feet? —J.W. Keep, fyufltttiuj,. •. ^^LONC. with war comes a mania on the part of most peo ple to "do something.” We've added defense work of all varieties to school and social activities. We enroll in courses, do Red Cross work, even entertain the boys in the armed forces. Vet there is one small personal job that we may be forgetting. Our boys in camp appreciate letters. So for that man in uniform that you know—keep him fighting bv writing. •—Daily Northwestern. | Trade | I Last i By EDITH NEWTON A sham battle is staged to in itiate pledges of the military honorary at the University of Indiana. Freshmen must prove their worth as guerilla fighter and shock troopers. Upper class men defend the “mess,” and pledges must tramp through un derbrush and over rough terrain to capture the refreshments from the old timers. There are some traditions good to remember and some best to forget, but the male students at New Mexico dug up an old tradi tion this year which has its uses. Just this: Stretching between two of the oldest buildings on the campus is a joining archway. According to legend, if a boy and girl meet under this arch, and do not indulge in a bit of friend ly wooing, the arch will fall and the two buildings crumble. They aren’t taking any chances. * * * When Mrs. Franklin D. Roose velt recently received a doctor of laws degree from Washington college, Chestertown, Md., it was the first time the college had ever awarded an honorary degree to a woman. In the cause of patriotism sev eral schools are considering hav ing pretty campus coeds give a kiss to every University man who buys a bond. s * * * A chemistry professor was giv ing a lesson on the powers of ex posives. “This,” he explained, “is one of the most dangerous explosives of them all. If I am in the slight est degree wrong in my experi ment we are likely to be blown through the roof. Kindly come a little closer, so that you may follow me better.” Business and religion won’t mix, you say? Well, we’ve tried mixing everything else with bus iness and now look at the dam thing! -—Indiana Daily Student. Classified Ad: FOR RENT: One boy to share nice double room with another boy, single beds. -—Also Indiana Daily Student. Distribution Costs About 59 cents out of the con sumer's cost goes for distribu tion and only 41 cents for pro duction. Retail distribution alone, for some products, takes 50 cents of the consumer’s dollar. ^ItA&e. feelU ... ‘My Favorite Spy' Brings, Kyser, Band to Eugene ... Via Scsiee+t By BILL LINDLEY In a riotous debut, Kay Kyser finally comes into stardom in “My Favorite Spy,” a comedy with music and melodrama skillfully blended to please every fan. Story: Kay is his usual bungling self as a band leader who gets a commission in the army by mistake. After doing everything like a 4-F yardbird, he is transferred to the counter espionage orancn oi me service because he looks less like a spy than anyone else in the army. Having just been married (to Ellen Drew, he is reluctant to go chasing around after spies all night, even with Jane Wyman. And after his wife sees them to gether and goes home to mother, he is about ready for a nervous breakdown. Then he and Jane go out on the final roundup of spies—and walk right into a trap . . . Well you’d hardly expect that Kay would die, but we won’t spoil the picture by telling you the climax. ' The film features several num bers by Kay’s band in their usu al .smooth style, and presents Kay’s two new feminine vocal ists on the screen for the first time. Rating: You’ll enjoy every minute of "My Favorite Spy.” Quotable “Most of us waste from one third to one-half of all the time we spend reading. Reading clinics at Dartmouth and other insti tutions are proving that 99 out of 100 of us could streamline our reading ability by devoting 10 or 15 minutes daily for a month to simple, stimulating exercises. “The average adule reads about 250 words a minute. After a brief period of self-training, he should be able to read between 400 and 600 words a minute. The funda mental rule for increasing read ing speed is simply this: “For five minutes every day for a month, force yourself to read a little faster than is com fortable. “It's a good idea to keep a rec ord of how many words you cover during five minute sessions each day. To simplify the word' count, just figure the average number of words to a line and multiply by the number of lines you,have read.”—Robert M. Bear, director of Dartmouth College Reading Clinic, urges abolition of wasted effort in reading. tf-xee. fax AU... iiniiiiiiiiiiiHfniiiiiiiiiii Hi, People: Please enter my name on the good old Emerald subscription list for fall term. . . I'd give anything to be com ing back this year. I’m going to miss the old place but then I'll be back when it’s all over even if I trip over my long gray whis kers. Take it from me, it's not true what they say about Dixie. I’m there and can speak from expe rience. All the moon light and magnolias have proved to be hominy grits and chaff—but then I guess we won't be here too long. Hold down the fort until we all come marching home. Pvt. Don G. Moss, '43 Camp Forrest Tennessee. Dear Ray surd BJ: . . . We have a good Oregon delegation here. Wally White, ’41, Bill Both, Gordon. Torrey, John Flynn, ’41, Chuck Lundquist, ’42, Jack Beckett, and I are in the QM unit—at least until after the results of the first finals are an nounced. Lloyd Wilson, '41, just gradu ated as second lieutenant from the air force statistical school as about the second or third man in his class. Chuck Skinner, ’40, is here too in the navy supply school, but is on sick leave now. I forgot to mention Ed Bobbins, ’38, who graduates as an officer in the QM in February. He is one of the ten Baker scholars—the highest award given up to gradu ation by the business school. Our chief diversion when we get to gether is to wish we were back in Eugene. Bob Lovell, '42 Harvard Business School, Soldier's Field, Boston, Mass. Jam for Breakfast ' i By ED JOHNSON Those in the music world had cause for much weeping this summer due to the loss of two really “Greats” in present day music. The first of these, and probab ly the best known to the public, was he of the golden horn, Bunny Berigan. As in the case of Bix, Bunny is rapidly becoming a legend. There is much loose talk by many would-be critics, as to the causes of his untimely end. There a.re those who say it was his love of grog, while others claim he merely burnt himself out from overwork. I’m inclined to aer°e with the latter. » If Tommy Dorsey owes his success to any one instrumental ist, Bunny is the guy. It was my pleasure to see and hear Bunny when he was featured with that old Dorsey band of “Marie,” and “Song of India” fame. Those of you who have recordings of these old T.D. tunes will know of what I’m speaking when I say that at that time Bunny was playing an inspired horn, that no one at that time could equal. As far as comparing Bunny with Bix, I think, as does every one else that’s heard the two, that Bunny would carve Bix in to shreds. Bunny was not very consistent, but when he was on, there was no one who could touch him. His last claim to fame was his work in the picture “Syncopation,” in which he plaj . all the parts that Jackie Cooper and Rex Stewart (who played the part of “King Jeffers”) were supposed to have played. You who saw the picture and heard that beautiful horn of his, will, I’m sure, agree when I say Bun ny’s name will live forever in the annals of real jazz. Jimmy Blanton, Too The second great musician to be mowed down by that well known reaper, was Jimmy Blan ton, of the great Duke Ellington band. Jimmy was only a kid, but probably the greatest master of the string bass that’s ever lived. At the time of his discovery by Duke, he was playing on some little river boat in the deep south. After playing with Dijf for a while, he contracted Ti>. and was sent to a sanatorium where he soon passed away. Jim my’s cousin, by the way, whose name is Everett Marshall and a terrific bass man in his own right, is knocking himself out with that colossal aggregation run by Lionel Hampton. Getting away from the morbid side, and back to the terrible mu sic situation, we come to our own troubles here on the campus. As yet there are no bands to take care of campus dances, but there’s good reason to believe that within a couple of weeks there will be a blossoming font* of local musicians. Things in life I hate: Sammy Kaye Spinach Sammy Kaye s