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About Oregon daily emerald. (Eugene, Or.) 1920-2012 | View Entire Issue (Feb. 26, 1943)
I MUrbie i 'IVilien Spiel . . . I Myra H. Johnson, *40 iiiiiiiijiiimiiimmiitnniiiiimiimiHmiiiiiimiiiiiiiiiiiimiiiiiiiinimiiillMlil: Myra Hulser Johnson, ’40, is a real dyed-in-printer’s-ink jour nalist. She’s done everything from interviewing Mrs. Eleanor Roosevelt—to proof reading and holding down a job as church ed itor. Probably her most unique job was that civilian director of pub lic relations at the army air tree ' advanced flying school, ather field, California. Her job involved editorial and columnist appearances in the Mather field paper, “Wing Tips,” and a side line of writing news stories for dailies. Shaky at First Blond, stately—and sophisti cated—Mrs. Johnson was not at all confident when she left her job on the Sacramento Bee to move to Mather field to chronicle the exploits of the birdmen. Ac cording to Old Oregon, alumni magazine, “This calm, good-na tured, and experienced writer, professed fright that might have been induced by Boris Karloff when she first tackled the army air force job.” Later, however, it was report ed that she discovered her fears of the grumphs of brigadier gen J^-.’als and the hight hatting of "second lieutenants were com pletely unfounded. She revealed her secret was, “Just get the most silent man off on his pet topic and you have a story.” Started Early Mrs. Johnson didn’t wait till she got out of the University to stick her fingers in a journalis tic pie. She already had a United Press reporter’s card in 1936 when she was a freshman at Ore gon. She proved herself in the ac tivities line by being chosen the most outstanding freshman jour nalist for the Theta Sigma Phi, women’s journalism honorary, an nual Matrix Table banquet. She was also a white-sweatered Kwa ma. Recently she left the aviators and training ships of Mather field Jor a job as wire correspondent with the United Press in Sacra mento. Her sister, Lois Hulser, business administration senior and Emerald worker, reports her iiiiiiiiimiiiiniiimiiimiimimiiiiimiiuiiiimiiiiiiimmiiiiiiiiiiiiuiiiimmiimimiimiiMiii-: latest assignment was covering the California legislature for the UP. Many by-line stories by this writing alum have been clicking out from Sacramento. Mrs. Johnson’s reminiscences of people she has interviewed are composed of many famous names. Among them are Sigrid Onegin. Vronsky and Babin, Carola Goya and Dalies Franz. She reports that her most extraordinary in terview was with songstress Helen Jepson. “I had to talk with her as she hurried along the street, on the way to get a mas sage before the concert.” Between the Lines (Continued from page tioo) again. Naw. No. Yeh—that’s it! How are ya? Oh, you’ve been sick?” “Yeah, I’m fine. No, I’ll still fc around for a while. Norris Y< tes is leaving for the army this week. Did you hear his latest gag? You want to hear it? Aw— it’ll just take a minute. No Joke “He says there’s guy whose wife has left him to join the WAAC. And you know what this guy says ? This’ll kill ya. He says: ‘I regret that I have but one wife to give for my country!’ ” “Huh? No, that’s all.” “Oh, I almost forgot. I happen to have Saturday night open, and I was wondering if you—oh, you already have a date. Oh, that’s okay. “Why didn’t I call sooner? Oh, I’ve been kinda busy. Oh, not at all. Oh, sure. Uh huh. Well, I’ll see you in psych.” * * * “Hello. Is Muriel Pembrooke there . . .?” I Cover the Campus (Continued from page tzoo) his way out of, with “Hobby” Hobson, thanks to a crack in this colyum. . . Of good-lookin’ Ray Farmer . . . Of all the kids down here on the Emerald, with whom I have enjoyed working, and even you, Roy Paul ... So this is my dirt column “thirty.” . . . My Weakness,.. Skirts The best looking plaids you have seen in a long while are now in the Sty le Shop (Broadway, just off Willamette.) They are really different, and abso lutely scrumptious looking. Creamy beige, yellow, and turquoise, are combined with light chocolate brown in a most unusual plaid! Also at the Style Shop, you will find a fine selection of 100 per cent wool, styled to the minute, long wearing Spring Coats and Suits. They are specially' budget priced—about one-half of what you would expect to pay for such coats and suits. So, this spring BE WISE . . . ECONOMIZE At Eugene’s Progressive Ladies’ Apparel Store The Sty le Shop 61 East Broadway in Eugene If a Buddy QUENTIN V. EARL, . . . . . . who recently was graduat ed from reserve officers’ school with marines at Quantico, Virgin ia. been promoted to a second offi cer in the WAACs, according to an announcement from army headquarters at Columbus, Ohio. Since entering the service last July, Lt. Kennedy has been a VVAAC recruiting officer for the Columbus district and received her commission as third officer the following month. The rank of second officer in the women’s army auxiliary corp is equivalent to that of a first lieutenant in the army. Another promotion was that of Philip R. Gould, ’41, who has been advanced from a corporal to a staff sergeant in the United States marine corps. Sbrgeant Gould, an aviation-radio special ist, is taking advanced training at the naval air station at Cor pus Christi, Texas. He received his basic training at San Diego where he was awarded the honor badge for efficiency and was one of the few men selected for spe cial training. Larsen Says— (Continued from page two) of my strength and my mind. “. . . I have been part of the most unselfish cooperation effort ... If this same spirit were de voted to world betterment in time of peace, what a good world we would have.” “The future is in the hands of believers,” proclaims Dr. Jones. University men and women agree. The world is in a mess, and we must establish a confidence in man’s ability to use the capaci ties with which he has been cre ated. “Paralyzed” Age This age may be “paralyzed by analysis,” but we are most cer tainly suffering from a lack of application of the knowledge we possess. We need a faith in man’s intelligence, a belief in coopera tion for obvious benefits, a belief in peaceful solutions to problems, a belief in progress, a belief in the practicality of ideals. Youth has not cared to swallow the platitudes mouthed bv an old er generation, unable even to make an honest attempt to take s tock of itself and point to the causes of its failures. Young peo ple have a peculiar hun^h that God and the universe a-e on their side, but they need new indica tions of sincerity, foresight, and purpose from the generation at the helm. “You don’t have to believe, but if you don’t believe you can’t act, you can’t live —net fullv," says Dr. Jones. For most college stu dents, “God’s in his heaven.” but all is not right with the world, and beliefs based on an under standing of the doiners and prob lems of people are be'UR- sought. A portrait of Henry Clay, after an original by Samuel F. B. Morse, has been presented to the University of Kentucky bv the Chesapeake and Ohio Railway company. Ii]i;!!i::!!!!i!!!lin!t!i!lll!inin! "Ike. Gcvui 9l Cjteett By BILL LINDLEY No, no, a thousand times no, I’d rather die than say yes. * * * The time has come to do something really drastic, and the whole Emerald staff is ready to co-operate, so here we are in Deady. ainirrMiimirmnsr::: Theta Says “No” Last week I phoned a Theta whom I had singled out as tops in the sophomore cuties of that house. All I asked her to do was to go out for an innocent cherry coke. And what did she say? Just.because she’s been wearing this character’s pin for five months is no reason why she can't go down to the Side for a legitimate cherry coke. I even offered to take along a chaperone. “Who will the chap erone be?” she asked. “My roommate,” I said. That didn't help. My friends on the Emerald have decided that I must do something spectacular to show her that I am above average. Four tall floors below on the sidewalk is a coffee cup full of water, slightly muddy. This makes for poor visibility after I hit the surface. Fond Farewell People are slapping me on the back. Such encouragement is really heartening. “It’s a large cup,” someone cheerfully says. “How could you miss it?” I look over the side. “Where is the cup?” I say. “Straight down,” says Editor Schrick. “Oh.” “I saw a man twice your age do the very same thing,” Roy Nelson says, "so it ought to be a snap for you.” “I took swimming, too,” I vol unteered. “Then you know all about how ta arch your back when you hit,” says G. Duncan Wimpress. “That might give me a little trouble, because I had difficulty doing it in class,” I said. “We'll fix that,” someone says, and before I know it they have tied my arms to my legs behind me, so I sort of resemble a hoop. After rolling me a round in a circle several times, they lift me to the window. “Here you go,” says G. Duncan Wimpress, giv ing me a gentle shove. The crowd cheers. What an ovation. And now I am going down. I pretend I’m a P-38 on a test flight doing a G-7. There’s the cup, I see it now. Looks sort of small, though I must be only ten feet from it now. . . . Back Again? What will happen to Fearless Bill Lindley? Who cares. Will he hit the cement, or will he cut the water beautifully and come out unscathed ? Tune in next term, kiddies. Same column, same Theta, same corn. Official Tire CLASSIFIED ADS LOST — Green Eversharp pen cil. Name engraved, Joe Lind. Phone 1032. Reward. WANTED — Pay cash for small table radio. Phil Craft, phone 1224-W. 1370 Emerald. 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