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About Oregon daily emerald. (Eugene, Or.) 1920-2012 | View Entire Issue (Dec. 3, 1942)
Oregon Emerald RAY SCHRICK, Editor; BETTY BIGGS SCHRICK, Business Mgr. G. Duncan Wimpress, Managing Editor Jack L. Billings, News Editor John J. Mathews, Associate Editor UPPER BUSINESS STAFF Advertising Managers: John Jensen, Cecil Sharp, Shirley Davis, Russ Smelser. Dwayne Heathman Connie Fullmer, Circulation Manager. .L.015 v^iaus, ^lassmeu /\uvcrusiug mau* ager. Elizabeth Edmunds, National Adverti* ing Manager. Member Plssociafed Golle6iate Press ALL-AMERICAN 1942 UPPER NEWS STAFF Lee Flatberg, Sports Editor Marge Major, Women's Editor Janet Wagstaff, Assistant Editor Marjorie Young. Assistant News Editor Represented for national advertising by NATIONAL ADVERTISING SERVICE, INC., college publishers’ repfesehtative, 420 Madison Ave., New York—Chicago—Boston —Los Angeles—San Francisco—Portland—Seattle. 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. “Democracy is the best form of government, because it is the only form of government founded on the dignity of men, not on the dig nity of some men, of rich men, of educated men or of white men, but of all men.”—Robert M. Hutchines, president, University of Chi cago. r 'tytiee Qqsi /JU . . . 'I'HE Emerald from time to time runs letters under the head “Eree for All.” AVe say “from time to time,” be cause these letters do not arrive daily; they are not a steady flow. The Emerald welcomes all contributions, and will print them all, either commendation or condemnation. There are only two provisions: First, that all articles must be signed by the author, and second, the Emerald reserves right to edit long contributions to 250 words in length, this because of space limitations. A free press is only the “safety valve of public opinion” as long as its columns present all student views. The Emer ald through its editorial staff takes certain stands, as editorial policy from the standpoint of student interests. Other ques tions or comments are yours to express. Your contributions to this “safety valve” are rightly welcomed. Send them in. "For for All” is open for your views. /l*id the Qadd, Jlaux^lted. . . rT'l IE gods of irony laughed last November 20 as a plane crashed in a lonely field near Versailles, Ohio. The gods laughed and the l Diversity mourned for one of its alums had come down, out of the blue for the final time. Bob Clever, ’41, United States army air corps, was navi gator-bomber on that plane. Bob Clever, United States army air corps, was bombar dier last spring on a plane that followed General Jimmy Doo little down the sky along a blazing trail which found its des tination—Tokyo. Bob came out unscathed from that daring raid, came through without a scratch; but he died on a routine flight which began exactly like thousands of others made every day all over our country—-but ended a tragedy. When Jimmy Doolittle went to Africa to take command of the air forces he asked all the men who went on the Tokyo raid to accompany him. Some of them did. Some of them went and braved the dangerous, flaming skies of North Af rica, but some of them stayed behind—they could do more good here—for the moment. * * * JJOB Clever thought about going, he wanted to go, but the gods of irony had a different plan. And Bob stayed home. His folks probably were glad when they heard he wasn’t going, they wanted him to stay and fly the safe skies of Am erica. They didn’t know about the gods. Bob stayed and November 20 he was killed; but he was killed doing his duty for his country just as much as if he had gone down in that immortal Tokyo raid, just as much aS if he had gone to Africa. Bob Clever was following orders. And it’s with a spirit like this, self-sacrifice for the sake of cooperation, that the Allies will eventually win the war. The gods of irony laughed last week and the University mourned. But while the memory of Bob Clever shall remain here always, the mourning shall not last, for there are hun dreds, thousands, even millions more Bob Clevers to and keep coming .... Until the gods can laugh no more.—G. D. \\\ come Reader's Digest tells the story of the reporter who asked a German prisoner what his country thought of Italian soldiers.' Game the alleged answer, in effect: “Oh, just about the same as the Russians think of the Americans and British.” Between The Lines By ROY NELSON ESCAPE I’ve heard it more than once to day, No two tales were the same; But rumor lit a match, I see, And Oregon spread the flame. They tell me that our boys must go, To fight across the sea; That all reserves will soon be called. Egad! Why that means me! i And then I heard it said today, Guys in reserves must wear Brown sox, and shine their brass and belt, And primp, and comb their hair. For, once again, if it is true, Guys in reserves must take ROTC, and they must march; That really takes the cake. And these are but a few I hear Of rumors floating ’round. I don't know which are true or false, No basis have I found. < I’m sick of hearing stories told About the war and such; I wish they’d either call us in, Or not talk quite so much. Best rumor I have heard so far Was one I helped to spread. “Reserves will not be called up yet,” Is what the rumor said. ■- si lt really doesn’t matter much, Which rumor’s true, I mean. I’m tired of school, anyway; But don’t you tell the dean. I My studies are a flop this year; This math will kill me yet. And girls treat me like income tax— At least, the ones I’ve met. I'm all confused, let rumors rage; I don’t care what goes on. I'm thinking now of Christmas, Not what will come beyond. Let us be called to service; Make us take drill each week. What happens dclisn't interest me— No comfort do I seek. All I care now is that I can Go home for two weeks straight. No studies, threats, or tales of war Can fill my heart with hate. I’ll think of peace—of peace on earth; The words that Jesus spoke. I'll hear the Christmas carols sung— And let the message soak. For once I’ll sense that what I hear Is not a rumor. So I'll not be in a turmoil like I am right now, I know. When I come back to school With two weeks spent away, I’ll then have time to worry 'bout The rumors heard today. Name a Book . . . Name any book and the Uni versity of Washington library can get it for you through a new bibliographic center. The center contains the holdings of 31 main libraries of the Northwest. If they do not have the book they can send to the Library of Con gress or the British Museum in England. They will send the copy on «Q\crojaini. liT^-• SECOnD GLflnCE By TED HARMON Regardless of what the Thetaz might say, those who are leaving school this term can look back upon fall term as the strangest in the history of this institution. And there’s a good laugh in it, too, especially the part doomed to fall on femalis sororitas before the international mess is over. Fall term began with “Sleepy Lagoon” and tanned backs and shipyard checks ... at Open House instead of asking I Cover The Campus By FRED BECKWITH They’re pulling the curtains down on this school semester. Right now, we’re blowing the dust off a few books and stock ing up on that supply of mid night oil. ... It seems that the rains this fall have not damp ened the spirits of the pin hang ers and' hangees . . . This month’s planting activities have reached a tremendous quota. Maybe it’s the war, or sumpin’ ... Jo Ann Supple, that glamorous Theta, (Sigma Chi Sweetheart In 1940) left the eligible list when she ac cepted Don Cauley’s Kappa Sig pin . . . Fred Lloyd also got rid of his jewelry, Kappa pledge Ann Walker being the lucky gal. . „ The Sigma Nu boys had a two for-three average this month, when they lost two pins and got one back. Don Seeley hung one on Stephanie Peterson, the Tri Delt miss, Stan Skillikorn gave his pin to Martha Harrold, Gam ma Phi freshman, and Bud Cote, gridd'er on John Warren’s varsity, got his badge back from Alpha Phi Dorrie Stein. Incidentally, the latter is currently being rushed by none other than the ATO’s genial house manager, Og Young. Speaking of the Taus, smilin’ Bob Aiken made a gift of his Maltese Cross to Fee pledge Jean Burrell. Johnny Lauc, freshman, is going steady with Joan Taylor, another Fee. Don’t look now, but that ATO-Alpha Phi combination is closerthanthis. . . . Beta Dick Davis crashed the roamantic headlines this week by hanging his pin on Mary Mercier, that super-smooth Sig (Please turn to page eleven) each other wnat tneir major was, the question was usually ”w1m£s your status with the draft ?”^r. the Emerald turned thumbs down on a campaign to boost the squatty dachshund as the ideal dog for children because they could all pet him at once . . . sophomore brains instituted the idea of an escalator in the library to save manpower for McNutt instead of walking up the stairs . . . most coeds were worried more about the lack C i coke syrup than anything else, several sororities planning to brew dandelion wine . . . ex-stu dents began to drift back from St. Mary’s Pre-Flight schooling with a sober attitude and trim bodies ... A wiseacre cracked that youth must have its Flynn. Students found out that an ashtray was a thing to put cig arette ashes in when the room had no floor ... architectr^^ minded ones began to wonder if a line would be a dot if one looked at it endwise . . . what one headlight on a Phi Delt car said to the other headlight: “Well, I’ll be dimmed!” It was one of those Thursday mornings, when the events of the previous weekend in Port land were just beginning to catch up in a form of a headache. This sophomore friend of ours ordered an egg in one of the campus way sideries. On her way to his table the waitress dropped the egg, screaming, “Now what’ll I do?” The sophomore raised his head and said slowly, “Cackle like the devil! You'll have a helluva time doing it again!” People who live in glass hoi^fc should go into the florist busi ness ... a coed is just a minor under 18 but after all she’s a full-fledged gold digger . . . the awful ordor in the library is the dead silence that they keep in there, while he who goes out for wool often comes home clipped. (Please turn to page three) THE SEASON'S GREETINGS 1942 about to enter the pages of history, marking the end of another success ful year of service to Eugene on our records. A ^ PRESENT, others, the world over, are working, giving, serving ... for the bene fit of our country. It is our wish that we may do our bit in giving the best of service possible in the coming year. WE TAKE this opportunity to extend oar wishes for a Merry Christmas and good fortune in the New Year. Municipal Electric and. Water Utilities