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About Oregon daily emerald. (Eugene, Or.) 1920-2012 | View Entire Issue (Feb. 11, 1943)
Jt&ttte Coed . . . xPewee' RoSi GomhUteS Activities, Pq&cbalcKfif By BETTY ANN STEVENS ' Here I am, lovely," announced Janet (Pewee) Ross, striding briskly to I;er dressing table. "Hey, I don’t like this ... I can’t say anything I want to," she remonstrated, turning to the mirror with a grin. ft he stood, brushing her feathercut up into a shocked halo, and mooned, "Now help me think of something to make it REAL funny." “D’you wanna know anything about my activities? . . . Well, X F/on't teii you!” Activity Cal We pried it out of her les3 reticent roommates that small, wiry “Peewee” has been a Kwa ma ami custodian of WAA, and is now a Phi Theta, secretary of WAA, secretary of her house, Alpha Delta Pi, and was general .chairman of Coed Capers lost term. Fewer broke her- silence with n :i indifferent. “I fiddled ia Coed Capers when I was a sophomore, too .■. . What else do you want, DoC ?" A golf trophy perched proud ly On her desk was the next item of Conversation, and she admit ted that she'd held the county championship during '38 and '39. “Golfing was really way back in my youth,” 3aid 20-year-old Pe vves. Her room mate interrupted with, “Quote the papers: Janet wan “one of the most promising young golfers in southern Ore no v Induration Formal P ie waved a hairbrush ener getically, "F.ally, rally. Medford's the town! ... It has 40,000 sol diers ! ” “Grants Pass? Oh that’s where J completed my formal education. Formal . . get that?” She moved to Medford after graduating from high schop’.. funny," she moaned, pushing a chair up to her closet and paw ing through a pile of Emeralds on the top shelf. “Lemme look at one and see what they print . . > Oh. nicknames . . . ‘Doc,’ ‘Pewee,’ only don’t say ‘Pipsqueak.’ T wish everybody’d call me ‘Pewee.’ Janet’s too dignified.’’ Padded Shoulders She pondered for a moment. ‘ Oh, they call me ‘Shoulders,’ too . . . because I wear so much pad ding in the shoulders of my jack ets. People have a habit of pull ing me up by the padding So I can see and won’t miss anything . . . being the nosy type.” ‘‘Hey, do you want anything in about summer school? WELL, I went to summer school ten weeks, and I’m going ten weeks this summer. It’s a wonderful thing. That’s how I met Wayne. Now he's perched on a little ice berg in Alaska . . . little gigolo In an igloo . . . No eskimos around, I hope . . . ‘‘There he is,” she rattled on, pointing toward a picture on her desk of a fellow in army uniform. ‘‘Yes, we have tentative plans for after the war," she admitted. “I get nine letters one day, then a lapse of two weeks in which T lose all chances for a steak. Guess I’ll have to stick to hamburgers.” We were mystified, ‘‘Steak? (Picas? turn to page eight) °(llan ijr~TfL ■ You'll be forever wearing’ and always I >vel> in the new spring Mary ^Iuffet Inni'ir'. blattering steles in soft pastel 14.95 — 19.75 iJBR msiMHHS !!iiiiiiiiiiiiiiin:;T:s> -aans | Marjorie Major, editor | Betty Ann Stevens, | Mary Ann Campbell assistant editors Staff: | 3 Barbara Bealer j Lois Hulser | Marty Beard | Betsy Wootton Monty &. Qael Sa/isiealtit; Qeti JfeaWuf We were patting ourselves on the back with a Chinese back scratcher, thinking w’e had gone through mid-term week with fly ing colors (even the colors are in the air corps now), until we started dreaming of a rainy Christmas, zoot suiters dangling from the highest branch of a shoe tree, hung by their gold key chains, and oceans of pale pink gasoline with shoes, shoes, and more shoes bobbing up and down, down. Disregarding for the moment post-war problems, we focus our attention on the delicate subject of post-mid-term problems, hav ing decided that plan of restora ation and readjustment must be considered. First, we must recondition our physical so we will be in condi tion to recondition our mental condition. Every morning we will take twelve quick laps around a cup of hot chocolate, and give ourselves a brisk frisk with a whiskbroom. Then we paddle down the gutters of Eugene in a cance, heading for town to re place our worn-out parts, not for getting a 50-watt bulb to put a light back in our brain-vault, and some brass knuckles, to protect our fingers since we bit our fin gernails down to aforesaid knuckles. We must get ourselves once again accustomed to sleep, but that must be taken gradual ly, so will start out with an hour and one-half the first night, eventually working ourselves up PrU&uti&l SbetU Wabd>iahe6; (fall Qa+tk'Uae Priorities are catching- up with the college wardrobe, with shoe rationing- upon us now, and vari ous other items of dress becom ing- scarcer to find than hen’s teeth. Skirts and sweaters, the cam pus coed's uniform, are still on the obtainable list, however, as well as many unusual pieces of jewelry and other knick-knacks, which can be utilized to bright en up last season’s outfit. Shirlee Dillard is one of the smart girls wearing tyrolean suspenders with skirts. The brac es are felt, and are covered with gaily colored patterns in red blue, green, and white . . . Do lores Hewitt sports a unique pot tery pin which she made herself —faces of colored men done in glazed pottery. Bracelets and more bracelets seem to be returning to style lately. Exhibiting the Carmen Miranda touch are Lynn Ortman and Joan Woodward, among oth ers, who wear 10 to 1G thin silver bracelets at a time . . . Cashmere and angora sweaters, always popular, are becoming even more so of late. Betty McKall’s leng-waisted dusty purple cashmere is a per fect example of the new beauties being shown . . . Janet Fitzmor ris prefers a pale pink angora . . . June Walker chooses cashmere also, in a pale pink, which she wears with three strands of matching pink pearls. —By Barbara Bealer. to eight hours. The last seven words are the title to a meaning less tune. Now that our health is re stored, we advance to attack the mental problem. First we travel to a museum and interview the statue of “The Thinker.” “Hey, mister,” we Sfz, “how do you do it?” Health by the Truckload We plead and plead until he finally breaks down and lets us in on his secret. He eats Wheat ies every morning for breakfast. So we buy up a truckload o Q Wheaties, and with renewed vig or sprint over to the library and read 50 volumes of Plato and Socrates, being very cagy and sitting by the cute fellow who pops his gum so rhythmically. With the aid of Wheaties, we’ra (Pleas? turn to page eight) How do you FIGURE for SPRING • Get in shape for the season w ith a garment from the Gossard Shop! We have panties, girdle^ and bras which will keep the bulge in place. EUGENE Phone 1710 110 East Broadway PASTEL CLASSICS for SPRING! $10.95 Beloved shirtwaist classics in wonderful sunshine pastel gabardines and Victory fabrics— ^ on 11 love its slick fly-front, its smooth tailoring—so flattering f Other stvles too—sizes 10 to 20 beprd/ •srwsiviv°Ma«Mi«n3acMar i