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About Oregon daily emerald. (Eugene, Or.) 1920-2012 | View Entire Issue (Jan. 13, 1943)
KAY 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 John Jensen, Cecil Sharp, Shirley Davis, ager. Russ Smelser. Elizabeth Edmunds, National Advertis D wayne Heathman ing Manager. Connie Fullmer. Circulation Manager. Member PUsocialod Golle6iate Press ALL-AMERICAN 1942 UPPER NEWS STAFF Fred Treadgold, Co-Sports Editor Fred Beckwith, Co-Sports Editor Roy Nelson, Art Editor Marge Major, Women’s Editor Janet Wagstaff, Assistant Editor Ted Goodwin Asst. Managing Editor 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. 6*te IdJcuf, ^Jioket-Out REPRESENTATIVE government is on trial Thursday night when freshmen organize. The jury is the class of ’46. Un like the usual trial jury, it is not judging the fate of an outside gangster; it is deciding its own democratic course of action. The preferential voting system is tried and proved in ASUO elections. It is based on the principle that any sizeable minor ity has a right to representation on governing bodies. The ASUO executive council is a representative body of both Greek and Independent candidates. Class officers, until now, have represented only one bloc, one side of the political picture. ...Some persons will object to the fact that a minority of almost half of the freshman class should be represented among class officers. Their machinery is already grinding away—against the preferential system. They are afraid that if the minority is represented by a class vice president or treasurer that their “gravy” won’t spread far enough to cover the entire political machine. * * * 'JpHEIR fears are justified. The political bosses will have less power if a large minority has its democratic represen tation. This is a question that freshmen could decide for themselves •—but the political bosses want them to vote a "straight ticket” good for passage on the one-sided gravy train. Students, however, sometimes tire of being told how to vote, and they vote for the man they think will be best in the job, or the motion that will best effect a democratic rule. Freshmen who are now receiving explicit instructions as to what action to take Thursday night can remember this as they face the preferential voting question. Only last year University students threw out the number one blockage to democratic class government, the poll tax. Thursday night they can throw out the number two blockade, the straight voting ticket. Jletk Out . . . 'jpi IIS is war! Ever since our president made a momentous declaration before tire Congress of the United States, one drab afternoon a year ago last December, this phrase has echoed and re-echoed down the skies above our nation. The fact is constantly kept with us. We hear reminders over the air, we see them in the newspapers, we even read them in books. Hut there is something else we must remember. Something that we, as college students, especially, should never forget. No matter how critical the situation may become, we must not, we cannot, lose our sense of proportion. We must keep our personalities, our lives, well-rounded. rT'J 1 IS war cannot last forever and we, men and women, who are in the colleges and universities of the United States today, are the men and women who will be charged with the obligation of running the country tomorrow. A handful of the more cultural minded persons on the cam pus have organized and are planning a "day of culture” to be held next February 22. These men and women have asked for contributions from the students, poetry, stories, essavs, pieces of art, musical efforts, modern dance exhibitions, and radio scripts, to be read or displayed during this day. * * * '’J'MIKY have chosen to call the day “Odeon,” a name the an cient Greeks used for their music-theaters. Any student who is at all talented should feel it almost a duty to put forth some effort to helping such a movement. Just as it is our duty to do away with needless luxuries, to stav home so that the army may have more gasoline, to eat less meat so that our fighting men may be better fed, so it is our duty to keep ourselves cultured that we may be better prepared to take over when our time comes. Odeon is asking for contributions, the University of Ore gon can, should, and 1 feel, will, contribute.—G. D. \V. Between The Lines By ROY PAUL NELSON THE KAPPA houseboys went calling on the Pi Phi houseboys the other night. “Have a chair,” invited a Pi Phi houseboy. “Thank you. May I sit down?” responded a Kappa houseboy. The purpose of the party was to discuss the organization of a houseboys’ union. The potential union has been under discussion for quite some time, but now Don Brown, Hal Brevig, A1 Larson, Otto Larson, and Mike Smith— currently on the Kappa payroll— are actually beginning to lay the plans. According to their present cal culations, the union would prob ably just include all sorority houseboys. Somebody has sug gested it be given a Greek letter title—Breaka Nu Plate. The union is still in the form ative state, but, according to the agitators, it is being given the glad hand by other houseboys who have been accosted. MEMOIRS of an auction—My heart bleeds for the gents who picked up a slug of books at the AWS sale, and then took them over to the Co-op store and couldn’t sell them ... a swim ming cap, made of rubber, went up as high as $3,000,000, but fi nally sold for six cents . . . Tex Goodwin picked up a pair of bun (Please turn to Page Seven) giiiiiminmitiiiiiiiiitiiiiimiiiiiiiiiuiiimmimiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimiiiiiiiiiimmisiiiiimiiiuiiiii the campus web by spider dickson On the way to the sTiack to write this copy I happened to think of a new definition for COLLISION : Two drivers after the same pedestrian. The one coming up thirteenth nearly got me. I made it, though. There was the editor. “Write me a column . . . Okay. What about? “People’s names make news. . . That’s right—they do, editor, but— “But what? How shall I start it? “Put it under a banner—how about Names in the Web? Okay. NAMES IN THE WEB: . . . good morning everyone, this is your campus reporter Fil bert McSnab . . . strolling with flashlight in hand to my eight o’clock ... I have my portable microphone ready . . . and here is the news of the morning . . . OOPS . . . 8-9-10 . . . someone remind me to watch for that tall Pi Phi who pulls those Dagwoods every morning about this time . . . what a stride, ladies and gentlemen . . . she breaks for the rail . . . she knocks the fa vorite—sleek Dr. Cornish out of the race . . . she . . . your par don, folks, your pardon . . . but I couldn’t help marveling at the poise . . . the conditioning . . . the . . . and here we are with the hottest news since Rome was put off the air back in 68 A.D. ... Phi Delt TOM TERRY and lovely Gamma Phi ROSLYNN imiiMmiimiiimmmimmiiMiiHiimmuiiiimmmuummitimmiimmumimimimiimii'a Mildred fWilia*t Sp-ieA. Don Belding ^riiiitnniiiiiiinimiiHiHHiiimiiiiiiintiHHinmiiniiiiiiiiiiNiiiiiimiiiiiiiiimiiimmiiiHmmmiiiiiiiniiiiiiiiiitmmiiiiinniiiMiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimiiimiitiHiimiiiiiiiiimiiinmimnnmmimiilr In 1940 Professor W. F. G. Thacher paid a visit to former student Don Belding in Los Angeles. He was ushered into a spacious, handsomely-furnished of fice and greeted by a deep-chested, slightly-graying business executive—Donald Belding, then an executive vice-president of Lord and Thomas, nationally famous advertising agency which has made a household by word of hundreds of names from Lucky Strike to Pepsodent.” During the conversation Beld ing casually inquired if Profes sor Thacher remembered the first boarding house he lived in for a few months back in 1914. (He was waiting for his family to join him from the East.) “Why, yes—I remember—down on Eleventh street.” “Do you remember anyone else who lived there?” Surprise Professor Thacher admitted re calling one fellow who was a well-known football player—and a man named Koyl—who later do noted the Koyl cup to the Uni versity. But that was all. "Well,” said Don Belding—and he grinned a little, “I guess you didn’t see much of me. I was out in the kitchen washing dishes for my room and board.” The January" 4 issue of Time magazine carried a story that in dicates very graphically just how far Advertising Man Beld ing has traveled in the 24 years since his Oregon graduation. An nouncing the end of one of “the oldest, most famous names in U.S. advertising”—that of Lord and Thomas—Time revealed that the agency would now be known as Foote, Cone and Belding—af ter the present active heads of its New York, Chicago, and Loa Angeles offices. Time Mention Commented Time, “To the ad vertising world it was almost as if Tiffany had announced that from now on it would be known as Jones, Smith and Johnson. For Lord and Thomas, in its 70 years of life, has placed well over three quarters of a billion dollars’ worth of advertising, has for years been among the largest agencies in the U. S. It was a pio neer in radio, in the early days placed over 30 per> cent of all na tional radio advertising.” According to Professor Thach er, ‘‘The thing that impresses one first about Belding is his tremen dous energy. Power and simplic ity are two of his outstanding characteristics.” These traits were also evident back in his undergraduate days —when besides working for his room and board—he went out for track as a distance runner. Later in his career he became a mem ber of Alpha Delta Sigma, men's national advertising honorary, of which his former teacher, Pro fessor Thacher, is now national president. Son a Webfoot Just how much Belding still thinks of Oregon is indicated by the fact that he sent son Don Belding, Jr., back to Oregon for his education. Don was a sopho more last year, member of Kap pa Sigma, and is now in the serv ice, slated for graduation as a navy radio technician, January 22. Belding, senior, also served (Please turn to Page Seven) MORRILL announced their en gagement last Tuesday evening . . . 6:45 Pacific war time . . . also congratulations are du^To recently elected Pi K. A. p;^p.' —musical AL KASMEYER for his engagement to Portland’s blond bombshell MAVIS NEL SON .... special flash . . ... SIGMA CHIS AND THETA CHIS HIT BETROTHAL JACK POT! . . . ART HOSFELTD and charming TEDDY NICOLAI . . . BOB CURTIS and attractive EI LEEN DANIELS ... not forget ting famed PHIL BRADSHAW and the Alpha Phi’s pride—PAT LONGFELLOW . . . meanwhile Cupid is still working overtime on sorority row as Theta Chi CHUCK HAENER’S diamond accepted by vivacious Alpha Chi Omega ANN VODERBERG . . . those adjectives are wonderful, aren’t they? . . . but so are the girls . . . and chaps in PE talk ing discourteously about the Bur pee test . . . think how Oj^^ worked you'd be if you were pid on this campus . . . this is Filbert signing off with 30 en gagements for this morning . . . sometime I’d like to come back with a few quotations I picked up near the . . . MUSIC SCHOOL . . . “Jeez—dat gutbucket bass was knockin da cats in. Chi be fore Bernstein’s doghouse was old enuf to growl, and besides, hearing Debussy’s Cathedrale en gloutie produced a decided nau seous nervous strain from brass and oboe overtones . . . almost as much as an aria from Pergo lesi or Rossini . . . and don’t foh-get dat character on tram . . . why, Jack, when he sends you dere ain’t no return. HIGHWAY 99 “I say. don’t you ever set tl^P up in this establishment?’’ “Naw, when they can’t stand we drag them out!” THE ART SCHOOL . . . “you must not cloud your artistic perpective ... go out and view life judiciously. To be another PETTY you must spend many leisure hours in Alder street sororities . . . drink deep of the feminine symmetry and charm” ... he did . . . but the enticing coeds transformed him into a bit ter painter of the pessimistic school . . . you see, things are really never as bad as he paints them . . . it’s too bad ... if he could have been cured of a few petty inhibitions . . . who knows? . . . another Frans Hals . . . Quentin Matsys . . . Rubens . . . Van Dyck ... or perhaps a 1^ ter Breughels. . . . THE COMING SENIOR BALL “. . . you’d be every bit as flaw less and as graceful a dancer as Astaire, but for two minor insig nificant things.” “Yes, my deah?” “Your feet, Throckmer, your feet!” STYLE . . . was obviously lacking in this tirade of black on white . . • I wished it to be a free thing with animal exuberance running rampant in a rolling field of Iowa corn . . . certainly the right lo cale . . . however, there should be the slight tang of pseudo-^P phistication as in the NEW YORKER . . . where is it ? . . - around you, pulsing, breathing every second ... in the campus web . . . caught in the campus web. . . .
