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About Oregon daily emerald. (Eugene, Or.) 1920-2012 | View Entire Issue (Jan. 5, 1943)
Oregon® Emerald RAY SCHRICK, Editor; BETTY BIGGS SCHRICK, Business Mgr. G. Duncan Wimpress, Managing Editor; Marjorie Young, News Editor; John J. Mathews, Associate Editor UPPER BUSINESS STAFF Advertising Managers: Lois Claus, Classified Advertising Man Tohn Jensen, Cecil Sharp, Shirley Davia, ager. . ... Russ Smelser Elizabeth Edmunds, National Advertn Uwayne Heathman ing Manager. Connie Fullmer, Circulation Manager. Member > UPPER NEWS STAFF Pbsodated Collegiate Press Ma'Je13®', women^Editor ALL-AMERICAN 1942 Janet Wagstaff, Assistant Editor 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. Published daily during the college year except Sundays, Mondays, holiday! and final examination periods by the Associated Students, University of Oregon. Entered as second-class matter at the postoffice, Eugene, Oregon. • • • Hetu/ut to- (Zelicfiosi T'HE modern generation university student lias been notor ious for big lafk.of interest in poetry. Most students could read the page one verse of a JAV.S. or an H.S.G., and even enjoy it some. Even a dash of Ogden Nash wit might show possibilities. But the “heavy stuff” of poetry was considered Loo deep and something for aesthetics, not for someone who lived and breathed like a human being in the everyday world. Now, strange to say, poetry is coming back. The transforma tion is in part the work of war. Not necessarily on the University campus where Avar has not yet struck home to the realism of a bombing does this hold true. But from our servicemen and alumni, the collection of poems is trickling home letter by letter. They are not all strokes of artistic genius, yet they all show the attempt to Avrite on a subject we might often scorn—the Avorld of thought. * * * THHESE poems arc not Avrittcn by someone in an ivory toAver. The authors Avere students last year, or maybe the year before, and they probably didn’t think any more of poetry than the average campus student of today. But through the realism of sudden death in World War II they think a lot about their world that used to be, and it comes out in the form of verse. As avc get deeper into war, this “lost art” may regain its plane in the respect of the common man. Though this trend has not yet hit with full force at home, Avatch the verse as it filters back. As more men leave, Avatch its volume grow. • • * Gun Pledae ta Gneqa-n 'jpiIE pledge song was in order. It was the end of a “guest night” dinner in a feminine living organization on the Uni versity of Oregon campus. A member remarked in an aside to her neighbor, “I think it’s silly to sing the pledge song.” Finally, through the chatter, someone put the question, '‘Why do you think it's silly?” With a round-eyed look the critic answered, “Oh, it seems so sort of trivial—you know, to pledge your loyalty to such a little thing as “Old Oregon” in times like this, with the war and all.” Just a moment before, the same co-ed had been avidly dis cussing ways and means of “making the raise” of a new formal. She’d “just love to have one—only had three that were decent, and one was definitely dated for spring.” And she thought it silly to sing a Pledge to Oregon! * * * JT MAY be granted that the Pledge song would be silly, and even trivial if it meant merely pledging honor to an ivied wall, fidelity to the millrace, or loyalty to a formal. Although those are all a part of the Oregon we know, are they what the citizens of Eugene thought important when they struggled to establish the State University in their city? Are they what Villard meant to subsidize when he donated so gen erously for Deady’s roof? Arc they what the legislators em phasized when they voted appropriations for the U. of O. at Eugene? And furthermore, are they what the tax-payers of Oregon have thought of these past 70-odd years when they dug up their taxes? The University of Oregon is a state institution, part of the national scheme of public education. As part of this lvonored national pattern it stands for all that Americans are fighting for, including: equality of opportunity—where else is it more nearly achieved; freedom to learn—of thought, and speech. Within Oregon’s walls the tenets of democracy are taught— through history, the why; through social science, the where fore ; through science, law, art, journalism, and allied fields, the bow. Drill is even given in the mechanics of this democracy. Example : the popular spring course, student politic So, Oregon, representing those things for which on'- nation stands, may it long be sung, “thy name shall be written high in Liberty.” "Now, uncovered, swears thy every son," may it long he sung, “Our pledge to Oregon.”—J. W. ■ By CHARLES POLITZ Our World Beloved Leader, Adolpf Hitler, Belchersgarden, Germ-any Dear Foo-her: It iss now two weeks since von Schlutzenstein and I floated into the University of Oregon via camouflaged grapefruit crate to sabotage the math department. The California border inspectors were very accommodating and flew us across the line when we said we were seedless Florida grapefruit. The math department is locat ed in a building which looks like what we left at Rotterdam. No class bells are needed in this building. It sways on the hour, and groans from the cellar up on the ten to. Tell Herr Boring our two cans of ersatz breath will be more than sufficient to destruct the four nails that hold it togeth er. Easy Arrival About our arrival here. No one recognized us in our clever dis guise of brown uniforms with blue lapels, wooden rifles, and unwashed brown sox. We got demerits for the swastika clocks in our sox, however. Von Schlut zenstein thinks the copies of Mein Kampf make a too notice able bulge in our trouser seats, but of course Schlutzy iss wrong and you are right, dear Foo-her. Heil Hitler. We were met at the station by a fleet of outrigger canoes that just dropped in while the water was high and a representative of some sort of welcoming commit tee called der Local Draft Board. Sort of like our “Say It With Chloroform'1 Visitors greeting committee. He presented us with a lovely engraved certificate with a big gold 1-A printed on it. This we guess is like a free key to der ersatz beer hall and a great hon or, so we are forwarding it on to you. Was 1st Los? We were then driven to a Mc Arthur court where wc witnessed the unleashing of the mad, un controllable disorganization of (Please turn to page three) Tual ■lOt^P SAAA MAY JANITOR OF TU! U OF ALABAMA CHEMISTRY SCH< HAS. THROUGH 29 YEARS' EXPERIENCE, LEARNED EVERY FORMULA IN the QUALITATIVE ANALYSIS BOOK, HE IS EXPERT AT ANALYZING CHEMICAL COM POUNDS BY SIMPLY "SMELLIN' EM. TASTIN’ 'EM nft AND 'DENTTIFYIN' 'EM." S‘- ‘ r "SHQV£t "TECHNIQUE-1* ..... Ohe university of WASHINGTON OFFERED A JPECIAU JANITORIAL COURSE CURING THE LAST SUMMER SCHOOL SESSION/ •at. - = The train from San Francisco was only two and a half hours late last Saturday afternoon when we checked in to see Oregon 1943. The changes? The lone taxi was still idle by the station, the same line of platform faces were craning to get a view of the gents and misses stepping off the Beaver. But it wasn’t raining, Jack. Nope! No ram. Then. BacK on campus they were still talking a lot of New Year’s Eve parties, and a lotta people evidently did n’t show up for their Friday morning classes. There were a few persons con spicuous by their absence. Teddy Harmon, the clever columnist, got a hurry-up call from the ma rines, and went to Paris Island, off the shores of North Carolina. Before he left he planted a shiny Theta Chi badge on Alpha Chi Omega Arliss Boone. Don't know whether he’d like this or not, but here’s a funny iminiiiiniimi'i'i'niiH'iintti A&JdiL By John J. Mathews iiiiniiiiiiiuiniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitniiiiinii Another big cash disk is beck oning sheckels to the not ex actly empty pockets of Tommy Dorsey these days. “There Are Such Things’’ seems destined to join “I’ll Never Smile Again,” “Do I Worry,” etc., as one of those dreamy masterpieces that are the forte of Brother Dorsey. The only times—rare ones—when anyone cut him on fine sweet stuff, the challenger was Capt. Glenn Miller. A weakness that first began to show itself when the T.D. combo did the Homecoming job right here has now grown an noyingly apparent, however. Just for kicks, play over half a dozen of Tommy’s latest re leases. Almost any will do. Play them over and see if you can dis tinguish between them as for treatment and musical ideas. Or save yourself the trouble and take my word for it: the differ ence just ain't there, brother. Fine Note This is a hell of a note. Dorsey has been the principal source of pleasantly dreamy music that still did not cloy, and that let every tune retain its own per sonality, without subjugating the music to the “style.” And now he is beginning to ed£e in the direction of—that I should live so long—Sammy Kaye, Blue Barron, and Guy L-l-1-1 ... I can’t say it, fellas. It is sincerely to be hoped that this is merely a manifestation of the war, something that will pass in time. After rumors flew faster than bottle caps around the campus for a few days, real news comes that the Holland was NOT flood ed during- the recent carryings on of the Willamette. New Year's eve I heard tell that there was three inches of water on the dance floor, and later on the story was that the boards had warped and revealed a game (not ping-pong) room in the cel lar. Luckily for all concerned, ex cept the newspapers, none of the yarns was true. Speaking of the Holland, though the Perennial Maestro may not reopen there. Local band boys whisper that Vern Spaugh may be handed the baton (figur atively, Jack) and that most of the personnel will remain the same. * * $ More rumor Thursday morn. angle—during a recent initiation by the Theta Chis, there was a shortage of pins for the new members, and good-joe Arliss was called on to lend hers. She had to write Ted, “Sorry, but I’m no longer wearing your pin.” Pin Talk Pins were flying- back and forth. And talks of marriage. There’s a rather cute Tri-Delt of Scottish descent who may jour ney to the altar with a cerj^i Joe Wicks. We said “may,” IHl this is strictly in the rumor stage. Bobby Aiken of the Tau clan can polish up his Maltese Cross again after having received it from that Fee, who is again dat ing the field. But genial Oglesby came through and" Wrote the fin ishing chapter to his Alpha Phi romance by hanging an ATO pin on vivacious Dorrie. Swimmer Dick Allen is splash ing about quite a bit of late. May be cuz Dee-Gee Marge Turner has his pin. And then the jive columnis't, Javvn Mathews re moved his Sigma Phi Epsilon jewelry and saw to it that a cer tain Miss Huffaker, Gamma Phi of a couple of semesters back, and sister of copy-boy Vic, got the pin. Steadies Now We might also say that Roger the Lodger Dick; and Jean Brice Sigma Nu and Fee, respectively, are going steady. Which cooled things for smilingj’rank Sardarn, who’s now dating Emmy Lou Fargo. * The Delts have the man with the biggest line on campus, though, beyond any doubt. He’s got no competition, brother, and we do mean smilin', sweater boy, Pete Hill. The Pi Kaps were afraid Bud Moore wouldn’t make it back for the winter semester, but he only delayed for a short while, main ly because of the slow servic^^ a Gerber beanery. Yes, Jack, we’ve seen the new Kappa pledges and they’re veddy nice. But then so is the DeeGee's prize package, Gloria Malloy. (Please turn to page three)