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^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.
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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
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"«*• SHERIFF i PROVIDENCE
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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'
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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.