Oregon daily emerald. (Eugene, Or.) 1920-2012, November 19, 1942, Page 6, Image 6

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    Suite’ll *7ell /HI. . .
Nancy Riesch Called
1Athletic/ 'Motherly’
By BETTY ANN STEVENS
,fMy profs are going to flunk me when they read this,”
shiveringly protected Nancy Riesch, coed of the week, as she
hunched back into a corner of the davenport on which she
was -sitting, in the third floor lounge of the Pi Phi house.
With her eyes crinkling at the corner, tall Nancy, in the
midst of the gay banter of sorority sisters, confided that she
is A3UU secreraiy-ireasurer, a
Mortar Board , and has been
AWS treasurer, president of Phi
Theta Upsilon, secretary-treas
urer of Kwama, in. Collegiate
wh»‘s who for two years. , .
.Uooniie
Mary Jane Terry impishly in
terrupted with, “I used to room
with her.”
Nancy laughingly waved her
aside.
“Co-chairman of the Oregon
federation, on the defense coun
cil, and P; Phi secretary and
rushing chairman.
Someone c-lse Interpolated,
“She was queen of the Portland
Multnomah ciub. You know , , .
the athletic type.”
Mary Louise Vincent, an ex
coed of the week, entered the
room,
Nanoy m iscluevous 1.y an
nounced. “Sastes, now I didn't
go to Europe, but I've been 48
miles into Idaho.” With a mock
ing sigh, she continued, “I've
never been to California, not
even south of Eugene.”
Sister Act
Then begun a good-natured
panning by sorority sisters, and
a revealing of unrelated facts
about Nancy.
“She’s a mother to the fresh
men,"
Nancy ominously glared.
“The only time she ever cut
any classes is when she had her
appendix out.” ' '\
“See the bags under her eyes?
She bull-sessions until 4:30 a.in.
“She throws cold water on peo
ple in showers.”
“She has a nasty disposition.”
“She goes 'ecu. tch’ every two
steps.”
‘ She dances like a cloud.”
“P.S., she is normal.”
“She has the laundry conces
sion. and is 75 per cent self-sup
porting-.”
Nancy Admits
Meekly twinkling. Nancy fee
bly essayed, ‘‘I did have the coke
machine, and my secret sorrow is
Errol Flynn.”
S!$e grinned, "Also, Eleanor
and I hate war . . . and I like to
wear pigtails.” She explained
with a wave of her hand. “My
likes and dislikes. . . ”
Settling down seriously to the
task of "Being Interviewed.”
Nancy revealed that she has two
sisters, both of whom were Pi
Phis. WAA presidents, and Mor
tar Boards.
BA Major
A business "ad.” major, Nancy
isn't taking any BA courses this
year. “Since I filled all my re
quirements, I’m just getting a
cultural education right now . . .
like ‘child, care and training .”
When asked what her plans
were after graduation, she re
sponded, "I’m not going back to
the shipyards.” Not quite being
able to picture blond Nancy in
a welder's ensemble, we pressed
her further. She explained that
she worked in a bond office at
the shipyards this summer. While
wor king there one day, a work
man approached her for a bond.
Nancy politely asked to see his
social security number. He
gaped at her for a moment, then
replied, "You sure can, girlie,”
pulled up a pantleg, and an
nounced. "It's tattooed on ray
leg.”
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AWS Note*.
“It's a woman’s world.” Monot
onous, isn’t it?
. . . Something to make it less
monotonous, says Floss Hamilton,
chairman of the AWS auctioning
off of lost and found things next
Tuesday at 4, sharply, front of
ye Side, “rain-er-shine.” Although
still scouting for a couple of men
to whisper the going - going -
gones, Floss reports that there
are lots and lots of dubious arti
cles that would mayhap be of in
terest. F’rinstance: a black,
rhinestone-studded garter, and
lots of “simply bee-you-ti-ful
scarves (lend quote), plus, of
course, the usual crop of neces
sary items like “los libros, los
cuadernos,” etc. (dam that Span
ish! )
. . . On to the next line, Gene
vieve . , . Perchance, children,
you attended the WAAC assem
bly. Perchance, you liked it. Per
chance, you should have, because
it was darned good.
. . . Remember all the collegiate
‘'Who's-Who’ers” who were an
nounced on the front page, right
hand corner, of the Emerald last
week? You know, the BWOC’s
and BMOC’s? Even those privi
leged people have their troubles.
Just because they’re in “Who’s
Who,” they have to fill out all
kinds of complicated question
naires. Examples of perturbed,
personalities were Marge Dibble
and Carolyn Holmes, who kept
telephone operators in a frenzy
trying to find out some of the
answers to puzzlers. Dib decided
that the best-liked person today
is General MacArthur, and the
best liked person in the past was
Jesus Christ. Carolyn, on the
other hand, at about 1:30 a.m. in
the freezing Alpha Chi domicile,
(Please turn to page seven)
WanifWutlcfc
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Dear Spook:
While I am letting the adheron
on my coat buttons dry I will dash
off a letter to you. Maybe you
haven’t heard that from the na
val cadets we learned to keep our
gold buttons from chipping. It
will also make the buttons on
your reefer shine like mad
against its dark blue.
Several of the girls in the
house to whom I read part of
your last letter took stands pro
and con on your statement that
a girl should be natural rather
than sophisticated.
Over cokes we discussed the
matter until the small hours of
the morning and here is a con
sensus of opinion: The natural
girl should learn sophistication.
By sophistication is meant the
knowledge of w'hat is exactly
right for a perfect appearance;
the right shade of stockings, neat
make-up, cleanliness, fashion
ability, and discrimination all
make for sophistication.—That’s
about it, any rebuttal ?
Along about this time of year
I am tired of heavy colors so I
am looking for a wrhite wool-jer
sey. There are two downtown
that appeal, but I can’t make a
choice between them. The first is
P&utesiAitif
Why is it that I love you so ^
Whenever you ignore me, )
And when you're at my beck and
call
I find you only bore me?
I weep and wail and tear my hair
When you decide to stray,
Why is it, when you’re at my side
I wish you’d go away?
—By Betsy Wootton
two-pieced, skirt and jacket. The
jacket is laced tightly together
with a ribbon of the material
through gold loops. The sleeves
are three-quarter length with a
three-inch split, and the skirt is
straight up and down.
The second is fitted to almost
a handspread below the waist ^
there the material is gathered o. >
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The sleeves of this one-piece
dream are unpadded and tight to
the wrist while buttons of match
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side from elbow to palm.
Your happy birthday gift is on
its way, and so that you may
await it with anxious anticipation
I shall describe it. It’s an English
imported sweater of Peruvian
Pink. Check that last; I thought
the color would be good with that
Blue Moss Chen Yu that you’re
forever praising.
Your friend (as you can readily
see),
Gerry Stowell.
New Shipment!
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