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ClaM. 'U6 S'pisut
PRESIDENT Hank Doeneka and his freshman class officers
are right on their toes to rouse a little class of ’46 spirit fol
lowing Saturday night’s Oregon-Washington basketball game.
Doeneka will propose a freshman dance in Gerlinger hall to the
student affairs committee at its meeting today.
The get-together dance would cost but 15 cents per person,
a small sum for arousing a class spirit at the University. Only
question is whether it should be an all-freshman party or one
open also to other classmen dating freshmen.
Class spirit is one tradition that can well be revived at
Oregon, and the post-game dance is one sure way of accom
plishing it. University of California and other large schools
have been able to keep a strong class spirit alive despite attend
ance growth, and there is little reason why the same could not
be said for Oregon.
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'I'llE sophomore beard is one tradition which outlived the
senior moustache and frosh-soph tug of wars. With so
many freshmen traditions (guarding and painting the “O”, the
frosh bonfire, etc.) out for at least the duration, it’s one posi
tive step forward to start a few new ones.
That freshman officers have been in office less than one
week and that they are already thinking in terms of a remodel
ed class spirit is all the more to their credit. A class dance,
plus a few school songs, plus later all-class get-togethers can
go far in reviving the old Oregon tradition. More power to
Doeneka and his freshmen for recognizing a need and stepping
in promptly to do something about it.
Nice QoitUf, Qisilb . . .
'J'WENTY-TWO thousand seven hundred ninety-two feet
of wire left lire University campus this week, but it’s go
ing where it will be put to a much better use than ever before,
ft went (in the form of 6216 metal .coat hangers) to Camp
Adair for the 35,000 soldiers up there.
Credit for the collection should go principally to Betty Bevil
who so ably headed the drive, to Marian Shaeffer, to Mary
Riley, to Ardis Jenson, and to Betty Ann Stevens.
These five sophomore women headed a drive which from
collections on and around the University campits, more than
tripled the entire quota asked for the whole of Lane county.
The drive lasted three days, Thursday, Friday and Satur
day of last week and evidence of its success may be observed
by anyone dropping by the YMCA bungalow. The hangers
arc stacked on the balcony just outside the door of Len Barde’s
war board domain.
Those hangers, lying there, are mute witnesses to a great
many hours of hard, unhailed work. Of listings and telephone
calls, of arguments and pleadings. They are evidence of five
girls who think an awful lot of this country of ours and who
are willing- to give up a big slice of their time and effort to make
life a little easier for the men who are protecting it.
This is the type of spirit we Americans boast of. We do
things because we want them done. And we get them done.
The five girls won’t get much credit for their job, but they
should know that the campus realizes how hard they worked
and that we’re proud of them.
I know it’s a corny way to end an editorial, but 1 just can’t
help saying . , . Nice going, you five.
—G. D. W.
Among the things we hear about but never expect to see
is the story of the man who forgets his date.
There were two perplexed dancers at the ball Saturday,
The first a girl whose man forgot she was with him for about
a half hour and the second a man who remembered — sud
denly.
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BUILDINGS ARE CONNECTED BY
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IS A COLLEGE OR UNIVERSITY
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! I Cover the Campusj
By FRED BECKWITH
Four hours of “A” in physics, a date with Rita Hayworth,
two year deferment from the army, “C” rationing cards, no
eight o’clocks, five dollars in your pocket — ARE THERE
SUCH THINGS? ....
. . . This is war and so beginning today, your columnist will
knock out this drivel five days a week . . . Jeffrey, an aspirin,
please . . . Mary Bush, the cute
li’l Kappa has done it again! Yep,
it’s a new pin and she got it from
Bill George of the Sigma Nu
clan. You can hear the song from
here—it’s the “D.U. Blues” . . .
Helen Holden has narrowed the
field down and things are look
ing up for G. Dune . . . Keep
pitchin’ lad . . .
Scoop! That mad dog that has
been bowling over little children
and professors alike, is none oth
er than "Butch,” the ferocious
canine that frequents the abode
next to the Sig Ep house . . . In
cidentally the latter fraternity
date-rationing idea has now
caught on with Associated Press
and U.P. . . .
More Miracles
Miracles will never cease . . .
Phi Delt Frank Watkins has a
profound dislike for all radio hor
ror shows . . . He hates to hear
blood and gore over the air-waves.
Patty Van Noosca, that news
making Fee, hauls down more
exclamations today. She is now
a proud possessor of an airplane
propellor, said gift being sent her
by her boy friend . . . Besides
this, she is spending her time
once a week in taking a group of
thirty little Brownies, (Girl
Scouts to you, chum) out for a
day of entertainment . . .
Close Contest
Fijis and ATOs are waging a
hot contest to see who can get
the most men in the infirmary.
. . . Bob Peckham of Alpha hall
is taking an important West
Point exam in Portland next
month . . . Alan Meier has been
tabbed the most popular man in
the dorms these days, despite the
fact that he put the touch to ev
erybody in that vicinity for mon
ey five minutes before his Senior
Ball date.
Jawn Mathews was steeped in
boredom on his trip home from
Portland the other night when
an acquaintance tapped him on
the shoulder, introduced him to a
beautiful brunette, and offered
him a food sack of fried chicken,
toll house cookies and shining red
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“Cadettes”
Three Syracuse coeds have
registered in Curtiss-Wright’s en
gineering course at Pennsylvania
State college. The course consists
of 10 months training in chemis
try, physics, mechanical drawing
and mathematics.
■—Syracuse Daily Orange
Post-War Talk
Interested students at Indiana
university will register for a two
day conference on inter-American
affairs. War and post-war prob
lems in the Americas will be dis
cussed.
—Indiana Daily Student
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Between
The Lines
By ROY PAUL NELSON
I wonder if it would be violat
ing government restrictions if I
were to come out bluntly and say
it is cold. I hope not, for I intend
to come out bluntly and say it is
cold.
It is cold'.
Last night on the sleeping
porch it was cold. Yesterday at
drill it was cold. Not too
Most of the corporals format
warm enough to take off then
overcoats to display their chev
rons.
Girl Talks
One girl had this to say about
the weather yesterday. I quote:
“Brrr.”
I met a kid from down the
street and we stepped into the
Lemon “O” for a luke-warm coke.
"Cold enough for you?” he asked,
somewhat tritely.
I told him it was. I told him it
was so cold earlier that morning
that I had to button up my shirt.
Anti-Freeze
And still these women hoof it
from class to class with legs as
bare as a candy counter. Like a
senior told me—I guess Oregon
women just aren’t cold.
I’ll wager some of these
men—say the ones from down
by the mill race and the ones
from up by the libe—were a lit
tle disappointed in the outcome
of the nickel hop a few days ago.
Winning that cup would have
made good rushing bait. But a
girl’s co-op came out ahead.
The Facts
Maybe you would like to hear
the story behind that coming out
party.
It all started when a group of
Independents became riled over
a political move executed by the
Greeks in the freshman elections.
They saw the effect of a group
of houses as a unit.
And so the three men’s co-ops
and the three women’s co-ops ex
tended their cooperative nature
from the economic to the so<^^.
The Greeks were, according
disgrutled source, fed some of
their own medicine.
Cooperation
Hilyard was chosen to win the
cup. The other two women’s
houses “cooperated” and the
men's houses spent a good deal of
their time there that night. Kirk
wood was chosen to be “Wolf
King” at the same time but the
Theta Chis, in the meantime,
were doing some “planning” of
their own.
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Mrs. Sarah Dickason
She has recently been made as
sociate editor of Harpers Bazaar.
All of which is vei’y exciting for
Mrs. Sarah C. Rorer Dickason,
'29, but confusing to the casual
biographer who discovers she re
ceived her degree from the Uni
versity in the field of education.
That accomplished, she evident
ly complacently abandoned teach
ing for the interesting occupation
of traveling around the world.
Within a year of her graduation
Sarah Rorer had become Mrs.
Deane Dickason, moved to New
York and completed a 22,800
mile trip around the world in the
order named. That finished she
immediately set out on another
round the world trip with her
husband, younger sister Emma
jane Rorer, and her parents.
When they were married Hus
band Dickason was identified as
an importer of oriental and semi
precious stones—but was soon
bitten by the travel bug and be
came cruise lecturer for the Mat
son liner “Malolo.” Then Mrs.
Dickason really traveled.
Mixing business with her avo
cation, the former campus Kap
pa Alpha Theta, became travel
consultant on clothes for Bonwit
Teller Co., New York City. This
led to her present position on the
Harpers Bazaar staff.
Smooth, well-groomed and -A
tractive—as are the women gloW
fied in the pages of “Harpers",
Sarah Rorer Dickason has proven
that it is possible to get some
where by going around in circles
•—that is if they’re global circles.