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About Oregon daily emerald. (Eugene, Or.) 1920-2012 | View Entire Issue (April 7, 1943)
Oregon Emerald JACK L. BILLINGS, BETTY BIGGS SCHRICK, Editor Business Manager Marjorie Young, Managing Editor Bill Lindley, News Editor Dwayne Heathman Advertising Manager Zoa Quisenberry National Advertising Manager ASSISTANTS TO THE EDITOR Marjorie Major, Editorial Page Assistant Betsy Wootton, Chief Night Editor Fred Treadgold, Fred Beckwith, Co-Sports Editors Edith Newton, Assistant News Editor Day City Editors: Fred Weber, Bill Findley June Taylor, Edith Newton Bcttv L.u Siecrinan iSight Editors: John Gurley, Roger Tetlow, Marian Schaefer, Betsy Wootton, Carol Cook UPPER BUSINESS STAFF Daily Advertising Managers: Gloria Malloy, Lillian Hedman, and Lois Clause Yvonne Torgler, Layout Manager Connie tullmer, Circulation Manager Lois Clause, Classified Manager Leslie Brockelbank, Office Manager Represented for national advertising by NATIONAL ADVERTISING SERVICE, INC., college publishers’ representative, 420 Madison Ave., New York—Chicago—Boston ■—Los Angeles—San Francisco—Portland—Seattle. Published daily during the college year except Sundays, Mondays, holidays and final examination periods by the Associated Students, University of Oregon. Entered as second-class matter at the postoffice, Eugene, Oregon. — O appropriations, even thought they match the myriad stars of heaven, will buy for us a sin gle drop of . . . courage, which alone can enable those who love peace to vanquish those who dedicate themselves to war. — E. C. Lindeman, professor of social philosophy, New York school of social work. <Jlome . . . J^EARLY two hundred men have gone, taking with them the memories of Old Oregon . . . studies and the Side, cramming and canoeing, P.E. and picnicking; of professors and pigging. Most of these memories will be of the fun they had in school but it is those memories which will be putting the steel in their spines, the determination in their souls to see that their children and their friends’ children will have the op portunity to enjoy the same privileges that are now being threatened because of a few men’s warped minds. Those men of the ERC left not doubting that they will do the task set before them. They left convinced that what they will fight for is right. They left certain that those they left behind at home, and particularly here at Oregon, would also do their job. *■ * * ^NI) these men know that our job is not only to buy war bonds, work at the Red Cross and support the USO, but also to fit ourselves to become the citizens prepared to help the returning soldiers and sailors to rebuild a new world free of bigotry, deceit, hatred and greed. They want us to fit ourselves to be worthy of the fight they make. They want us to prepare now for the future and keep on the home front the democratic faith. —DON DILL, Enlisted Reserve Corps. • • 4 *]hene'& a Chance rjpiIE traditional campus luncheon lias a chance in this year's Junior Weekend schedule. A plan suggested by the members of Mortar Board is hang ing lire waiting for student response. As outlined, the lack of rations, which was the only reason for cancellation of the luncheon, could be overcome if each living organization planned to pack lunches for its students. Students who do not live in houses could arrange for their lunches individually. Mortar Board is at present attempting to discover how the campus feels on the question, and more particularly the opin ions of house managers and Mrs. Genevieve Turnipseed, on the lunch-packing part of the proposal. Heads of houses has voted its approval and has stated that the idea of box lunches can be worked out successfully. The interfraternity council will meet later in the week to offer their recommendations, and then the whole plan will fall into the laps of the Junior Weekend committee for action. * * * COME houses have discussed the problem and have decided that they will cooperate, if the rest of the campus wants a luncheon—but the feeling is just neutral. Before the interfra ternity council meets, there must be some backlog of discus sion which will help them to decide. And that discussion rests with the students. The campus luncheon means a great deal to three senior honoraries. The students they have pledged remember spring trees, the black gown of Friars, the red rose of Mortar Board, and the be-ribboned bones of the Esclapians. There has never been the confusion which is an accepted fact when honoraries tap at dances. Their parents are watching. The luncheon means a great deal to students. It is a time to eat outside the whole campus, it is ?. picnic touched with the excitement of pledging, the fun of music and a corny m.c. — M. M. Between The Lines By ROY PAUL NELSON LAST NIGHT YOU watched more than 200 ERC boys leave for active service. I’d like to tell you about one character who didn’t leave with the ERC. One of the main reasons why he did n’t leave with the ERC is that he is not affiliated with the ERC. His name is Bert Moore. But he doesn’t look like Bert Moore. He looks like Jack Benny. Bert Moore likes to write. I’d like to show you something he’s written, but I’ll show you the following, instead. It is by Bert Moore. The day dawned bright and early and I awoke at noon with a fuzzy taste in my mouth. Close inspection revealed that it was caused by my roommate’s cash mere sweater, which I removed by mouthing imprecations. Sud denly cold sweat broke out all over me—today was the day that I was going to explore the fast nesses of the Mac, primeval hab itat of the locus collegus and the slack-clad usherette (or Flynnius minor, as it was known to the Greek historian Satterlius). A quick inspection showed me that my equipment was all in or der; my address book, pencil, cords, and the aforementioned sweater lay neatly in place on the chandelier. I leaped from my bed, dressed swiftly, and fell downstairs. The lunch was good—consist ing of brussel sprouts, sandwich es with bread in them, and mus tard soup. When it was over my brothers crowded around me with good wishes and a hearty slap on the back. (It would have been more pleasant if they hadn’t been holding paddles at the time.) I left the door with tears in my eyes and ASUO socks on my feet. I won’t tell you of the trip, all I can say is that if I hadn't been so well fortified with brus sel sprouts I might have fallen by the wayside. It was hell. Foot slog - slog - slog - slogging down Eleventh street. At one-thirty I was in sight of my goal, and by two I had reached the marquee, where a head of hair with a door man’s uniform beneath it lifted me off my hands and knees, ex tracted forty cents from my wal let, placed me gently inside the door, and intoned, “There will be a two-hour wait for all seats.” This was all right with me; I would utilize the time conversing with the inhabitants. Approach ing one of them I began with a brilliant mot juste. I said “Hello.” She said, “What frat are you in?” I said, “I am an independent.” She said, “Seating is on aisle three.” A sadder but wiser man, I re moved my hand to the accom paniment of a sharp, crack sound, and hastened to aisle three. Spy ing another I cautiously ap proached here from an angle where the light would fall on my roommate’s cashmere sweater, and began again. I said, “Hello.” She said, “What frat are you in?” I had learned my lesson. I said, “Rho Dammit Rho.” She said, “What kind of a car do you have?” I said, “I don’t have a car.” She said, “Seating in the up per balcony only.” Brokenhearted, I staggered up the steps. "Was my trip to be a failure ? Was my address book (Please turn to page three) «]mtmiitiiiiiiiimiiinmiiiMnmiuiiiuuNiuimiiuuuitNimrimiimmiiuHUiuiiimiummmnmiiiiuimaMiumiiiimiiiniiiuiiutmmHinu!imumtuHtimtnumimiiuiiiiRiiimii!!i‘.i^ | Mil&iedt WUlott SfUel ... | Henriette Horak, ’36 The physical distance from being a Czechoslovakian war orphan—to the position of third officer in the Women’s Army Auxiliary Corps—is indeed great—but the spiritual miles are short. This is shown in the career of Henriette Horak, ’36, who is now in a position to fight for the things for which her parents died in the last war. /} Mew By BERNIECE DAVIDSON The field of aviation, with its opportunities increasing by leaps and bounds, expects to provide women with 100,000 to half a mil lion jobs in the war and post war period. One of the newest fields open to women in aviation is the WAFS (women’s auxiliary ferry ing squadron). In order to join the WAFS you must have 500 hours of flying time, experience as a commercial flyer and serv ice as a flight instructor. Fifty Ferriers The WAFS duties will be to ferry primary trainers and cub planes to different parts of the United States. Approximately 50 women will make up this organ ization. Forty will be active pi lots and the rest will be assigned to administrative duties. Instruction is considered to be a more important field and one in which women have proven themselves to be well fitted, es pecially since they do not grow tired of the tedium of instruct ing. Anyone with a commercial pilot’s license, who passes a CAA (civil aeronautics authority) ex amination is rated as an instruc tor. Communications Two other important aviation jobs are junior aircraft commun icator and airway and airport traffic controller. The aircraft communicator’s duties consist of elementary communication activ ities used by the CAA in its con trol of airway traffic consisting of radiotelegraphy, teletype, tele phone and radiotelephone also , (Please turn to page three) gqnnn!i!iiniu!iiiiii!nwniiiii!iini!iiiiiiiHiiMraiuiHiiii!iiiiiii[!iuiii!!mniiiiii!!i!i!iin!! as a result 01 uie war sir; found herself orphaned, with most of the friends of her family scat tered over the country or—more likely—dead. Her only hope ws to get away from the place U..T had been the scene of so much horror. Miss Horak’s chance came when a. Presbyterian missionary from Pittsburgh wanted to adopt her. So the young child traveled the thousands of miles across the ocean, had her waiting and in oculation period at Ellis island, and a rather gruesome train trip to the Pittsburgh missionary. It seems there was no one to tell the Czechoslovakian waif to get off when they reached the correct destination, so she was shuttled back to New York, re provisioned with a box of sand wiches, and again sent off north ward . . . and from there on out, small Henriette’s American life flourished. Dark-haired, trim, and ener getic, Miss Horak made a n; i: as a hard-working activity girl during her four-year hitch at the University. Emerald duty took up the major portion of her time and she received the signal honor of having her name placed on the Turnbull-Hall plaque for the sen ior who had proven of most in spiration to fellow “shack” work ers. She became % member of Mortar Board, national senior women’s service honorary, and Theta Sigma Phi, national jour nalistic fraternity for women. Many fascinating jobs followed her graduation from Oregon. She did feature work for the San Francisco Chronicle, free-lancing, editing for the Slav-American news in San Francisco, publicity for the San Francisco World Fair, and advertising work for the Cal ifornia prune growers. This sufficed till the break cf war—and then Miss Horak be gan searching for a spot where she could be really useful . . . and found it in the WAACS. Now, (Please turn to page three) I-0f?iF a mmiJY MEET A BUDDY iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiniitmi ny l>r. Ill UU With the ERC leaving today, there will be nearly 200 more Oregon alumni who have joined the ranks of the hundreds of Ore gon men now in the armed forc es—a reminder of some potential “Buddy” news sources. Bill Carney, ’42, now a midship man in the navy, was one of 25 men picked from 1200 midship men at Northwestern university to take a one-year course on in dustrial management at Harvard. Midshipman Carney, a well known Oregon baseball outfield er, was transferred to Harvard in February. Promotion Granted Samuel E. Hughes, ’42, of Eu gene, was advanced to the rank of captain in the army on March 9. He is stationed at Camp Adair, but at present is with a student training regiment at Fort Ben ning, Georgia. Lieut. George L. Simmons, ’40, is now stationed at Pyote air base, Texas. A member of the famous 19th bombardment squadron of the army air corps, he has seen action in the south Pacific war area and participat ed in the battles of Java, the Coral sea, and Australia. Lt. Simmons took his e;f ' flight training at Randolph field ana received his commission on May 29, 1941, at Brooks field, Te.xas. WAVES Two alumnae, Norma T. John son, ’41, and Harriet Minturn, ex ’ll, are training with the WAVES at Hunters college, New York, and Oklahoma City, Okla homa, respectively. Miss Johnson, while on the campus, was a Phi Beta Kappa, member of Phi Chi Theta, Alpha Gamma Delta, and a business ad ministration major. Miss Minturn majored in journalism and was president of Alpha Gamma De^ Borbardier Rice Sumner W. Rice, ex-UO stu dent, was graduated recently from the Roswellf army flying, school in RoswelJ, New Mexico (Please turn ttrpayc three)
