BiiiiiiitiiniinniHniiiiiiiiiiiiniiiiiniinnnniniiititiinriiiiiininiintiiHrHiiiiuiiiiinKiiiiiiiiimmiiiiiiiitimiiiiimiiiiimiuiimmiiiiinimiiiiniiiininimiiimmimniiittiiimniuiiHiiii 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. L,ois 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. “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 (Please turn to page eight) AdJlih 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 (Please turn to page seven) 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 (Please turn to page seven) lll!!ll!il!llllllIII!l!!l!llliili!li!IIII!I[!!!!llll 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.”