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About Oregon daily emerald. (Eugene, Or.) 1920-2012 | View Entire Issue (Feb. 4, 1943)
Dregdn If Emerald RAY SCHRICK, Editor; BETTY BIGGS SCHRICK, Business Mgr. G. Duncan Wimpress, Managing Editor; Marjorie Young, News Editor; John J. Mathews and Ted Bush, Associate Editors UPPER BUSINESS STAFF Advertising Managers: John Jensen, Cecil Sharp, Shirley Davit, Rus9 Smelser. Dwayne Heathman Connie Fullmer, Circulation Manager. Lois Claus, Classified Advertising Man ager. Elizabeth Edmunds, National Advertis ing Manager Member Plssoctated Golle&iate Press ALL-AMERICAN 1942 UPPER NEWS STAFF • Fred Treadgold, Co-Sports Editor Fred Beckwith, Co-Sports Editor Roy Nelson, Art Editor Marjorie Major, Women’s Editor Janet Wagstaff, Assistant Ed’»»" Edith Newton, Assistant News Editor Joan Dolpk, Assistant News Editor Represented Cor national advertising by NATIONAL ADVERTISING SERVICE, INC., college publishers’ representative, 420 Madison Ave.. New York Chicago Boston —Los Angeles—San Franci&co—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._ ^Ute fCwbum SoldUek • . . T HAVE watched him on the gridiron and on the track field, he was calm in the face of opposition, clear-headed under the stress of circumstance. 1 have listened to him in the classroom explaining with a halting eloquence the beneficence of demo cratic government, the necessity of liberty, the honor of free dom, the justice of equality. He was born at the close of the first World War; he grew to manhood in a virile, growing America; he had just reached Ids majority, to citizen’s estate, when his nation called him to his first service. Having been reared under the paternal pro tection of his country in peace, he would now become its de fender in war. Willingly, American that he was, he gave what he had to offer: the vigor of youth, the courage of his soul, the strength of his will to victory. All .that he asked in return was secur ity, safety, PEACE for freedom-loving peoples the universe over. * ND, as if to show that his concern was not alone with the welfare of America, he sailed overseas the better to stay the coming aggression. Because peace is international, he did not question the locale of the conflict, but assumed his place among the legions striving for a peace above nationality, one that would be for all men. To him, peace was so vital'to the common weal of the human race, that he would war to win it. ]f needs be, he himself would die that others might live under its salutary influence . . . To him is entrusted the winning of the world security, the victory of peace over war. He is prepared to die that what he would live for may be preserved inviolable. Yet, he was not even captain of his college team ; he is “private first class’’ now. He never established a national record for the high hurdles; but he is surmounting international tyranny today. He will not be graduated this spring with his college class, for his per sonal ambition has been deferred to support his country under arms. He may not become president of the United States, but lie is fighting to keep the fact of the presidency a reality. l ie is ready to give his life as the price for peace if his own youth’s ambition may be fulfilled by others in the security he shall win. He could take defeat, but lie is “all out for victory” in the defense of freedom—HE is the known soldier. -—Julian Bowman in the Clark College Courier (ACP) • • ^lUat yfOr AycUn . J^ PLICA from the armed forces for the “home folks" to use the government’s recently installed "V Mail” service for the men overseas was voiced Monday by Eugene’s postmaster. Through the "V-Mail" plan, letters are' written on special blanks which can be purchased at any stationery store or corner department pharmacy. A picture is taken on microfilm, and the film itself is sent to the area where the man is stationed; there it is reproduced and the reproduction is delivered. By this means valuable space is saved on transports. For merly used for the mail bags, it can now be converted to use for cargo. Mail service to the far-flung outposts of our globe girdling forces is also speeded because the rolls of microfilm, each containing thousands of letters are all carried bv clipper while all the other mail regardless of the postage paid is sent by transport from the point of embarkation. Extravagant though it may seem, the new photo mail sys tem saves much time, space, and many headaches for the army postmaster. All letters sent via the film mail are saved until thev have had ample time to reach their destination and if evil befalls them before they arrive they are merely re-photographed and sent again. Next time you write to that man overseas, trv the "Victorv Wav.” —T. J. B. V e wonder how many new house boys sororities will have to hire to slice bread these davs. A&Jlib By JOHN J. MATHEWS POCKETFUL OF NOTES: The ultra-fine little Jack Ordean licks issuing forth from the sax section at the War Ball were the work of Kent Dedrick—Dimitri to the beys in the band. And, speaking of Ordean, did you check the Kenton influence that lifted the Carey reeds. Veddy, veddy nice. Variously responsible were Hal Hardin and Wally Hei der from whose pens that ar rangement flowed . . . This Maria Kramer chick who plunks down three and a half million every time she sees a hotel she likes— the N.Y. Ritz is the latest—is having troubles with the music game. 1) Unwilling to pay Mitch Ayers overtime after 2 ayem New Year’s eve, she lost a wad of dough because the customers left the swank Green Room as soon as the band did, fluffing a four piece combo that came on. 2) Abe Lyman showed up but very late, days late, for his siege at her Hotel Lincoln spot last month. 3) Harry James talked La Kramer out of his contract at the same inn so that he and co. could beat it to H’Wood for a fil lum. What the hotel owner did not know was that the MGM sal aries started immediately for the band, but shooting time was still a month away . . . Disposition of the Krupa mess has been hush hushed. I’ll try to have the pitch by next reading. . . . L.A. jazz men are adjusting themselves to odd hours due to the midnight alky curfew, many starting jobs at 6:30 and 7:00 p.m. . . . Inci dentally the Southland is rapidly learning to go for Noble Sissle’s ex-Gotham crew at the Trianon. . . . Lionel Hampton’s tenor ace, Arnett Cobb, is the current can didate to topple un-toppable Cole man from the peak of reed-dom. Yawn . . . Sinatra is refreshing Hit Paraders after that long Barry Wood siege. . . . Shed a tear, kids: Sammy Kaye — sob —can’t play the coke show—sob •—any more. Time difficulties. . . . In case you hadn’t heard, Ziggy Elman is soldiering these (Please turn to page eight) bL'Mitiiiiiniiiiittfliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii "«*• SHERIFF i PROVIDENCE _- a . aim r,<\<-'crcr>» iM |-7f\n ACCORDING TO A LAW PASSED in 1790, must attend commencement proces sions AT BROWN U. HIS PRESENCE WAS NECESSARY TO PREVENT A GENERAL MELEE' TODAY THE SHERIFF, ARRAYED IN FULL EVENING DRESS, WEARING A SWORD AND BLUE SASH, ISTHE MOST DISTINGUISHED LOOKING PERSON IN THE HIGHLY DECOROUS AND DIGNIFIED PROCESSION • • 1 PAUI^ ROBESON FAMOUS NEGRO SINGER AND ACTOR., WAS A FOUR-LETTER ATHLETE AT RUTGERS UNIVERSITY--WAS SELECTED BY WALTER CAMP AS AN ALL-AMERICAN END. HE GRADUATED WITH HIGH HONORS AND "MADE* PHI BETA KAPPA' ltlllllllllllllllllIllllllllllllllillllllllllllHI!lllllllllllllNIUIIIIllllllllllllllllll!IIIIIIII!lllllli;illi!lir IlllllllllllllllllllllllllllJIlillllllll I Cover the Campus By FRED BECKWITH j Boake Carter’s clock-on-the-wall tells me it is time to bat out another colyum, so after brushing off our pSnts encoum 'fee while peeking through a few key-holes, we’ll eat a Yu-Yu bar and shoot the breeze your way: Confusion and sadness reigned at the A-Dee-Pi house last night when two phone calls poured in from San Francisco anc Portland. They were paging Dawn Task and Beverly Haaheim, who have boy friends in those — distant towns. Said boy friends both called to say they were be ing called to active duty in the air corps . . . Dawn took the night train to S.F., and Bev’s heart-throb is coming to Eu gene. . . . Personality girl: Mickey Mc Candless of the A-Chi-O house gets the nod this week. Barbara Isaac has left for Portland. . . . Roy Paul Nelson is still hard up for copy we see . . . Once again we will defend this column against charges of copying material from “Between the Lines” (As un-original a title as could be dreamed up—even by feathers from the frag by barbara younger This column is about the people on the campus who are helping to win the war. It’s about the big people and the little ones too. It’s about that freshman of yours who goes around picking up razor blades, not because an upper classman told him to, but just because—. It’s about those girls who wrap bandages every Friday afternoon. All these little people and the big ones, too, the ones who are helping to win the war, that’s what this column is all about. JUST A THOUGHT WHILE THINKING: A war stamp a day will keep Tojo away. JUST A THOUGHT WHILE WONDERING: Why one of the social groups on the campus does not think that the athletic equip ment drive for Camp Adair is a good cause ? Why some people haven't yet learned that tin cans must be flattened and the labels removed? We’d give a pair of nylon stockings (if we had a pair! to: Carolyn Holmes for the magnificent way in which she has organized the Red Cross on the campus. Betty Bevil for all the blood, sweat, and tears it has cost her in putting over the USO drives. And last but not least to the campus cooks who save the fats that make the ex plosives that will win the war. There's a little red-headed girl we thought you might like to know about. If you’re ever up in the war board’s office in the YMCA you’ll see her there work ing with her assistants in han dling the affairs of the war board. She carries on correspondence with universities all over the country to find what they are doing in the way of war work. She’s Jean Frideger, and she de serves a bushel of orchids for the time and work she has contribut ed. She’s just a person like you or me but she wanted to< help Win the war and she’s using the time and abilities to do it. ET CETERA: Did you know that Oregon was the first univer sity on the Pacific coast to pro vide scholarships for service men? That there is a rumor go ing around that Camp Adair is taking up a candy bar collection to keep up the civilian morale. Nelson)' . . . You see, it so hap pens that we are not one of Net son’s five readers . . . Nuf sec . . . We understand, however, that Mister Nelson has been struck by the green goddess of jealousy becuz The Klam was invited tc eat dinner at the Pi Phi house, and he, Nelson, was not . . . One of the Harlem Globe Trotters' pet tricks at basketball is to sudden ly stop play in the middle of a contest and run to the bench anc start rolling dice . . , The col ored lads didn’t pull that here. If they had, one of theWst customers to join in on the ganu would probably have been Emit Hinkle. Jill Ames of the Tri-Delt kid dies has an ATO sweetheart pin from her brother who attends the University of Cincinnatti ... At least that’s her story . . . Speak ing of the 3 Delta domicile, re minds us that Jeff Kitchen is a frequent visitor there, of late. . . A new combination on campus seems to be Ted (Politician) Loud and Barbara Bock of the Theta crew. . . . No bells dept.: No bells, no or chids, no thanks to the gossip rumors Miss Eileen Rice has been scattering the past few weeks. .. . . . SAE “Soup” Campbell was hypnotized Tuesday night ...by dem-yure Flora Kibler ... ^ at blond, yell-leading assistant has been promoted from chief door slammer in radio production to character actor de luxe ... To spike any idle reports, Polly Gor don and Tom Whitmore are mere ly “good friends” . . . It's old news, but the female lead in the next drammer production, Max ine McNeil has had Theta Chi Bill Woods’ pin for a couple of months . . . Margaret Brooke was questioned about her air wings on her lapel the other day by an inquisitive gent . . . “What’s the deal?” sez he. ,rMy brother's in the army,” she gaily responded. “But those are navy wings, protested. “So they are,” she ab sently remarked and walked off leaving our young man in a naze. That’s about the quota of quote-ah for this ayem, so don't be late for your eight o'clocks.