Oregon daily emerald. (Eugene, Or.) 1920-2012, November 17, 1942, Page 2, Image 2

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Oregon It 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.
Aa 9die . . .
jViJANY years ago when another great president was doing
the best lie could to handle a war many times smaller
than ours he stopped long enough to voice this prayer to the
people of his country:
“Fondly do we hope, fervently do we pray, that this mighty
scourge of war may speedily pass away. Yet, if God wills that
it continue . . . until every drop of blood drawn with the lash
shall be paid by another drawn with the sword, as was said
three thousand years ago, so still it must lie said, that the
judgments of the Lord are true and righteous altogether . . .
With malice toward none; with charity for all; with firmness
in the right, as God gives us to see the right, let us strive on
to finish the work we are in; to bind up the nation's wounds;
to care for him who shall have borne the battle, and for his
widow and his orphan — to do all which may achieve and
cherish a just and lasting peace among ourselves and with
all nations.”
* * *
J^EVER before has a quotation from the immortal Abra
^ ham Lincoln been more appropriate—more charged with
significance for the people of his country generations after
ward. There is not a true American today—whether in the
jungles of Guadalcanal, the shores of Tripoli, or the class
rooms of the University—who do not “fondly hope and fer
vently pray that this mighty scourge of war may speedily
pass away.”
But there will be no lying down on the job; no idle pray
ers. Every soldier and marine will continue to slash through
the Japs in the Solomons; every U. S. ranger will do his part
to drive the Germans back in the Tunisian desert; and every
University student intends to do his part—small as it may
seem in comparison—to bring this war to its final and vic
torious conclusion.—J. L. B.
ManpxMAjesi PImA, . . .
'JpHAT which is at the stake in Africa, in Russia, in the
Solomons, has been in the shadow of the guillotine at home
since the war started.
The figures, “32,000,000,” represent minority groups which
are struggling for a part in the war effort; they represent,
also, a plug for the hole in the manpower pool. Discrimina
tion against minorities because of color or creed is one of pro
duction’s major problems.
To dismiss those peoples who because of national origin
are potential.saboteurs and who have been dealt with for the
time being as justly as possible in an emergency, is sensible.
There still remain the Jews, Filipinos, Negroes, Mexicans and
other Spanish American peoples, a large portion of this 32,
000,000 in themselves.
s»{ * %
glNCF, the conquest of the Philippines the Filipinos have
become our loyal allies, yet they still suffer from discrim
ination in employment. Despite the fact that relations with
Mexico have been improved with the good-neighbor policy,
Mexican labor is still subjected to much discrimination. But
the largest colored minority is also the most vocal. The negro
has stirred press comment and has been the center of recent
legislative discussion and government action. Among ques
tions posed are: the poll tax, and defense jobs.
The Negro problem is no longer limited to the South; the
growth of war industries has spread it throughout the coun
try. For two examples: In California employers called for
more laborers although most of the colored population re
mained at menial tasks or unemployed. This caused the addi
tional problem of housing. In Portland the Negro groups
fought a long, but winning, battle for janitorial jobs in the
ship yards, a step they hope will lead to employment in the
skilled fields.
The list could be made long, but struggles are still in prog
ress. Recital of these few situations shows the scope; devel
opments will bear watching.
* * *
•'JMfOSK peoples with cultural roots planted in the soil of
the Old World are finding, as their predecessors have be
fore, hope in the possibilities offered by democratic ideas and
organization in the United States. This hope is the basis of
our national birth and unity. It is shared by the Negroes.
Now, as the most vocal minority group, they are putting up
a stand for the right enjoyed by other American citizens to
work with their compatriots for their country. The gains they
make will be practical steps toward national unity and sub
sequent victory in the democratic struggle abroad.
Amusin’ But Confusin’ . . .
Mercer Brown, Sigma Nil, spent
the entire past week twisting
fraternity brother Bert Paul’s
wrist trying to get him to take
a blind date to their house dance.
The story was that Mercer had
a spare girl coming up from San
Mateo—and Bert finally agreed
to chaperon the gal to the
daunce. Sooo — the boys met the
train and'—to make a short story
shorter — the “blind date”
turned out to be one Joyce
Simpson •— who is not only a
Gamma Phi pledge at UCLA, but
also happens to be Bert’s steady
goil-friend way down home. Any
how, the incident left the poor
guy flipping all over the station.
Tin Pins . . .
The Fijis apparently went all
out for romance last Friday night
after their house dance—what
with four of the lads hanging
their respective brasses: Betty
Wheeler, Kappa, got Jake Risley’s
pin; Pat Smith, D.G., took Earl
Sandness’s badge; Peggy John
ston, K.K.G., took Bob Wilson’s
pin; and Betty Clark of Spiller
hall received Sy Sidesinger’s
brass. More pins which were re
cently flung about were: Sam
Crowell taking Barbara Bell,
Alpha Phi, out of circulation by
giving her his Beta pin. And not
to forget that Sally Bowerman,
K.A.T., now has the Beta pin of
Dick “Hogan” Kathbun.
Been Pins . . .
D.G. Mickey Mitchell’ returned
“Harpo” Hamilton’s Beta pin.
Yvonne Torgler, Alpha O, re
turned Alum Don Barker’s Phi
Psi pin.
Rumor of a Bommer . . .
The campus is currently bat
ting about the rumor that Og
Young of the Tau clan is pre
paring to hang his brass on Phyl
lis Horstman, D.G.
Bells for Belles . . .
A couple of the Old Guard
made the leap recently—namely:
Pauline Schlesser, ex-Gamma Phi,
marrying Jack Lansing, ex-Kap
pa Sig and a has-been political
big-wig; Jean Schuler, late of the
Theta house, married Phi Delt
alum Walker Treece; and Connie
Walbridge, Alpha Phi, announced
her engagement to “Tiger”
Paine, Sigma Nu and one-time
student body president. Incident
ally, Jack Walker and Tiger are
all lieutenants in the army. It's
the uniform that does it!
And Any Resemblance . . .
Guess maybe that a lot of the
(Please turn to page six)
Rich Caucasus J
b-' ' I
Caucasus is the fairy land of Russia. It is a very moun
tainous country, its snow-clad peaks stretching higher than
any in Europe. Caucasus, the beautiful botderland between
Europe and Asia, is the home of numerous peoples and differ
ent civilizations. Some of its inhabitants, like the Armenians
or the Georgians, had a heroic history and a brilliant culture
of their own.
There are countless legends
about Caucasus. After the Great
Deluge, Noah stopped at Mount
Ararat in Caucasus. It is claimed
that the skeleton of the Ark still
stands at the top of the moun
tain. It was Caucasian wine that
made Noah drunk and Caucasian
wine has lost none of its reputa
tion since. It was to rich Cauca
sus that Jason went in search of
the Golden Fleece. Caucasus pro
vided inspiration for many Rus
sian writers—Poushkin, Lermon
tov, Tolstoy.
Fairy Tale History
This land, whose history reads
like a fairy tale, has been Rus
sian for about a century. It took
Russians 60 years of bitter fight
ing to conquer it. Even now its
population still retains much of
its fierce character.
Under the Soviet government
Caucasus prospered as never be
fore and its numerous peoples are
well satisfied with the extremely
tolerant Soviet policy toward mi
norities. Stalin himself is a Geor
gian and his family name is
Dzugashvili. The population of
Caucasus is certainly playing its
part in repelling German invad
New “Wealth” Now
Germans came to Caucasus for
the same reason that Jason did:
they want. Caucasian wealth.
This time it is oil. Fortunately,
Baku, the region which gives
Russia three-fourths of her total
oil supply, lies beyond the forbid
ding Caucasian mountain range,
which cuts the country in two.
The magnificent Russian defense
at Mozdok on the Terek river has
prevented Germans from occupy
ing the Grozny oil fields. The lat
ter provides only four per cent
of Russian oil, but it is of the
very best kind, which Germany
does not have at all. Yet Germans
managed to capture Maikop and
the seven per cent of oil supply
that it has.
Mountain Barrier •
Since Germans want to reach
Baku oil and conquer Caucasus,
they must cross the mountains.
There are at least five distinct
roads to southern Caucasus, the
Sukhum, Ossetian and Georgian
military highways being the most
notable ones. At present Ger
mans will force their way into
the Caucasian range by any of
the five roads. They will have tre
mendous difficulties to overcome.
These so-called military high
ways are really narrow paths
(Please turn to page seven)
It’s Our War...
Aren't there any more little
worms in your toothpaste tube?
Do you look like a worn out car
pet after a shave ? Are you trou
bled by that gray, blank look
you see when you use the mirror
that isn’t there any more in your
compact ? Are your lips torn and
bloody from trying to crawl into
that old lipstick tube ? Don't be
Send the worn out blades, emp
ty compacts and tubes—fugitives
from a government scrap pile—
into the salvage drive. Collection
time is fast approaching and your
living organization is responsible
for some sort of showing. Re
member that the money received
for the sale of these salvage ar
ticles goes for the of-the-students,
by - the - students, and for -the -
students service scholarship fund.
Still Bumpers
We spontaneously push our
face into a pillow as the cads
of campus cars blithely pass with
all that shiny metal still firmly
attached. <
It wasn't my idea ... I saw
it in Reader’s Digest—put in a
plain, practical way: Bumpers in
these times of speed only give a
minimum of protection; the
bumper's main use is to make a
car look pretty.
Small Sacrifice
It seems as though it's the
least these rubber users of the
campus capitalists can do to sanc
tify the cars they brought to the
campus that most of us left
Some say that there's plenty
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long wavy brown hair sags a lit
tle as he tilts ' his head, and
dreamily, instinctively his eyes
close out the dim light. A pair
of tan cordovans are caught in
the web that is woven by drums
and an insisterft left hand thump
ing on ivory. You too close your
eyes, for the picture that is form
ing can best be seen by hearing
and feeling the vibrant thing
hanging in the air about you.
Then out of the darkness that
is pierced only by an illusian of
rhythm and big, ripe blues
chords comes a sound that hits
below the bejt. It is a small
sound. You bend closer t
it and it stabs you like a
so your heart beats faster and
you wonder what is happening.
Unless it has happened before.
One Fear
If it has hq^ppened before, you
know the only thing to be afraid
of is that this thread of sound
might end. j
It weaves ;and bobs like the
long brown hair, almost disap
pearing, then growing strong and
passionate, npw dying again to
a soft plaint Jthat is a sob and a
whisper and fa plea spoken with
bated breath.gYou do not stop to
think that (these are strange
things to 15*e saying without
words. Then Jjrou realize the song
is ended and [the thread of sound
has vanished!
Your eyes (open, instinctively
searching for^ that thread, f j}:
you don’t finc| it, and there are
only four guys- you knew all the
time, sitting in the corner, sur
rounded by their instruments,
and one of them is saying, “What
key, Kaz?”
In bending ears_ here and
there about the campus last
weekend I heard some right re
spectable blowing', some of really
memorable stuff; If you played
sucker and stayed at your own
brawl, you mis9ed Herb Widmer
doing his ugtnal great job for the
Carey combo, which has devel
oped into the smooth outfit we
For my chips Mrs. Kasmeyer’s
little boy A1 didithe finest jazzing
of all. As in thei case of Gene Ig V
and Eddie Johnson, it is preu-y
hard to overrate Kaz, for he plays
trumpet that you don’t expect
from a guy you know. Last year
his solos couldn’t be said to be
more exciting than the outpour
ings of Dave Fortmiller, but,
though Fortmiller has gone un
heard this year—except for the
unfortunate incident at the Home
coming rally—ft is hard to imag
ine anybody in these parts cut
ting A1 now. ,
The style reminds somewhat of
Buck Clayton in a torchy mood.
Altogether it is more authorita
tive yet more I tasteful blowing
than Al's earlier work.
Nice going boy.
I can endure niy own despair,
But not another’s hope.
—William Walsh