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Brecon If Emerald
Published daily during the college year except Sundays, Mondays, holidays and final
examination periods by the Associated Students, University of Oregon.
.Entered as second-class matter at the postoffice, Eugene, Oregon.
RAY SCHRICK, Editor; BETTY BIGGS SCHRICK, Business Mgr.
G. Duncan Wimpress, Managing Editor Jack L. Billings, News Editor
John Mathews, Associate Editor
Member
Pissociated Colle6iate Press
ALL-AMERICAN 1942
UPPER NEWS STAFF
Lee 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
Advertising Managers:
John Jensen, Cecil Sharp, Shirley Davis,
Russ Smelser.
Dwayne Heathman
Connie Fullmer, Circulation Manager.
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ager.
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ing Manager.
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“We remember well when billion was of no use ex
cept for counting the germs on a public drinking cup.”—
Senator Soaper Says, The Oregonian.
Weil, Ml. McQ . . .
JF SANTA CLAUS has as much trouble delivering his pack
ages as University students do mailing theirs, Christmas
might not be such a happy time for the younger generation.
Packages too large for a local mail box must be sent from
the postofficc at Fifth and Willamette streets, since the sub
station, formerly located in the Claypool-VanAtta drug store,
has been closed because of lack of help.
The University postoffice at the physical plant will not
handle mail for students since this mail service has been set up
exclusively for campus use and mail of University depart
ments. There is no other substation between the campus and
the downtown postoffice, approximately a mile away.
* * *
'T'HIS leaves it up to the student, whether he would rather
walk a mile each time he has a package to mail or whether
he will drive down, wearing out precious tires and burning up
soon-to-be-rationed gasoline. A neater enigma has not present
ed itself to the student mind for some time.
Surely the “students’ own” Co-op store could handle a
much-needed substation, along with all their other absolutely
necessary items, such as cameras, Oregon pennants, brass
buckles, et al.
SametttitUf, New* /Idded...
COMRTHING new has been added to spirit of the stands
and Oregon’s team. In conference standings, it is the Web
foot’s first victory. On the sidelines it is the rally squad
standing in V formation for the “Star Spangled Banner,” and
in the stands it is the yell that spells win. Gridman Cruiser
Ashcom sums it up, "Why, even when we came back for the
second half with no score, the stands backed us with every
thing they had. We couldn’t let them down.”
* * *
KASTKRN sports scribe second-guessed: Oregon
"might be leading the conference if it had not staked its
all on the initial navy game. Coming up to the Idaho contest,
the Webfoots could have had a lot of doubts: as to when they
would start "clicking,” and as for the stands’ spirit behind
them following three straight losses.
Those doubts are erased now by the one fell swoop of four
'touchdowns and the Saturday game spirit. 1'he team has found
its feet again. So have the stands.
• • •
A/a <J/aoen
WRESERY1', classes are no haven for draft dodgers,” an
nouncement of Dr. Carl F. Kossack, campus represent
ative of the armed forces, in the October 22 Emerald, is to
be remembered today.
Members of the joint procurement board of the army, navy,
and marines will shoot more questions to University of Oregon
men than are asked at registration. The visiting board will be
gin its interviews on enlistment in the reserve units today,
and continue through Thursday.
* * *
men interested in enlisting in one of these deferred
classifications should apply for an interview with mem
bers of the board. But the phrase "no haven for draft dodgers”
is to be kept in mind. The interviewing board will not for
get it.
The U. S. military and naval units recognize the necessity
of extensive and thorough college training in developing lead
ers. For that purpose they have arranged the deferment
system.
Today a serious purpose will be rewarded.—JAY.
SECOnD GLRIICE
By TED HARMON
CHAIR-ITY
Little Jackie Horner
sat in the corner;
Little Miss Muffett
sat on a tuffett.
And where the hell am I
supposed to sit?
Last night was the most extraordinary night we’ve spent
since Grandma carried Grandpa around the house in a valise.
morning without any attempt to
get that way.
In other words, we found our
selves in a bizarre-like imitation
of Hollywood last night as we
talked to Keith Hoppes and Bob
Mundt who are producing an
epic that may well rival any sim
ilar attempt in this curve of
Highway 99. These boys, both
from Salem, are writing, direct
ing, producing, photographing
and murdering a home-made
movie tentatively titled “Millie.”
Not satisfied to produce just
another picture with backyardish
shots and the uncontrolled move
ments of friends somewhere
across the lens of the camera
both Mundt and Hoppes have def
inite plans; have shot nearly one
quarter of their new production.
And to add the “horse ’n wells”
touch, both the salem-bom, bred,
fed, and occasionally unconscious
boys plan to add a whole new
book of camera techniques. The
amazing thing about all this is
that they’re actually serious;
that is, when they’re filming the
movie.
Anyway, last night while we
sat in on a story conference,
Hoppes flicked the ashes off his
hand grenade while discussing
the heroine of the story, “Millie.”
“I think,” said Hoppes, “that
we should call her “Surrender.”
“Why?” whispered Mundt, be
neath his desk, looking for night
crawlers. “Well,” Hoppes went
on, undisturbed by the neon sign
blurting off and on outside his
window, “you know that both
her mother and father gave up
when they first saw her.”
“Yeah,” Mundt swelled, “but I
think that we should call her the
Village Bell; you know, everyone
wants to ring her neck.”
By this time a freshman blurt
ed into the boy’s Sig Ep room,
asking if they wanted to sneak
down to the kitchen for some
left-over pie. “Is it customary?”
asked Hoppes. “No,” replied the
freshman. “It’s apple.”
Well, to our sensitive ears, this
sort of thing went on for hours.
Banter was tossed, thrown, lifted,
drpped all over the room between
these two persons. Finally, since
the forthcoming picture will have
music, Mundt crawled over the
ash tray and muttered, “I think
that we should have a farmer
push a cow over a cliff just be
fore Millie's song so we can hear
the ‘Jersey Bounce’.”
"No,’’ sang Kieth while scratch
ing a phonograph needle across
his forehead, “I don’t like that.
Instead, let's call the hero ‘Heinz’
’cause he’s usually pickled. Or
even ‘Choo-choo’ when he goes on
a little toot.”
Mundt shook his head and
threw his desk lamp at someone's
hand that suddenly crawled from
beneath the studio couch. “We’ll
call him Sears and Roebuck be
cause he's naturally from the
male order.”
By this time we more or less
crept out of the room, closing the
door softly behind us for both
Hoppes and Mundt were still
hashing over slight trivialities of
the story, either between them
selves or a freshman who popped
perennially into the room, or even
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Good Neighbors
By JOHN J. MATHEWS
Any of the old campus cats
can tell you, in case you’re new
around here, that local ears have
never been bent to a better bass
ist than Brother Ed Johnson. Ed
is one of the rare fraternity that
not only talks but also plays
first notch ja*;z. Without fail.
And even if you are new, you
can’t have helped noticing that
the Johnson bass was the peg
which held the George Carey
rhythm section together last Sat
urday eve.
Well, it seems now that this
doghouse ace is making with a
new sextet to excite the deeafest
of us. It makes its debut come
Friday night at the Phi Delt
manse, and, if advance notices
are the straight quill, the Phi
Delt pledge class should be turn
ing their hands to bleacher mak
ing.
Gathered close about Brother
Johnson will be this scribe’s fa
vorite tusk-tickler, Gene Leo, and
a marvelous tram lad who bears
the handle of Verne Spaugh. As
though these three boys were not
enough, they will be aided and
abetted by Daryll Renfro, tubs,
Harry Nelson, tenor, and Dick
Sherman, trumpet. This Sherman,
says Johnson, whose opinion
should be completely unbiased, is
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THE
Russian
Soldiers
O
.....
By NICK BIAS AN O VSK Y
(Senior six and intramural
fan, Nick Riasanovsky is now
graduate assistant in the history
department. This is one of a series
of articles he will write on Rus
sia.—Ed.)
All of us remember the fate
ful day of June 22, 1941, when
the German might attacked Rus
sia. Most of us, probably, also
recall the innumerable ligtl
hearted predictions of the dif
ferent columnists, analysts, and
experts; who gave Russia three
or sometimes as much as six
months to live. One shudders to
think what we (columnists, ana
lysts, and experts included) would
have to face now if these predic
tions were right. Fortunately,
they were wrong.
Now Germans are fighting their
seventeenth month in Russia and
seem to be farther away from
crushing their opponent than
they were on June 22, 1941. Many
reasons combined to defeat Ger
man calculations: Russian dis
tances proved to be enormous
even for a motorized army, Rus
sia was better prepared than
anybody expected, but above all
Russia was saved by the Russian
soldier. |
Back in History
There is no point in just prais
ing again the bravery, the ingen
uity, the stubbornness, the en
durance of the Russian soldier.
One should, however, understand
that these qualities did not hap
pen to be miraculously there, but
existed for centuries of Russian
history.
Russia was never a militaris
tic nation, but always a fighting
one. Russia can not be called
militaristic because generals sel
dom had control of the govern
ment .because none of the Ro
manovs was a military leader
first and foremost (true, Peter
the Great was both an admiral
and a general, but then he mas
tered also some thirty other oc
cupations). ^ ,
Not Aggressive
Russia has never tried to con
quer the European continent as
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Down Front., j
By BILL LINDLEY
According to recent press releases, Hollywood studios
are conserving film by making only “A” pictures. This is cer
tainly a very patriotic idea, and is a great help to fans who
have to sit through poor “B” pictures in order to see the fea
ture attraction.
Definitely no waste of film is RKO’s “Pride of the Yan
kees. As a biography ol Lou
Gehrig it is a complete success,
but it goes farther. It becomes
the story of an American who
made himself a national hero by
setting a goal and working un
ceasingly until he reached it.
Gehrig’s Life
Story: Lou Gehrig's baseball
career was hampered early in life
by his mother's desire for him
to be an engineer. Always com
plying with her requests, he went
to Columbia, where he played
football and baseball in addition
to working his way through col
lege.
While he was still studying- for
a degree his mother took sick,
so he was forced to sign a con
tract with the Yankees in order
to pay hospital expenses.
Farmed Out
He was farmed out to a small
club where he played so long that
he thought it might become a
permanent job. Finally the Ya^
kees called him back. The first"
game he played, he slipped and
fell on a row of bats, got hit on
the head by a ball, and was giv
en the horse laugh by the audi
ence. It seemed that “Tangle
foot” would always be on the
bench.
One day while visiting a hos
pital, he promised a crippled boy
that he would hit two homers in
the game that afternoon . . .
Top Rating
Rating: Gary Cooper is well
above his excellent average, but
Teresa Wright steals most of the
scenes from him. Walter Bren
nan gives the usual good pe^ 'j
formance which we have grown*
to expect from him.
Whether you like baseball or
not, you’ll enjoy “Pride of the
Yankees.”