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
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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
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Mildred fWilia*t Sp-ieA.
Don Belding
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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
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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. . . .