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About Oregon daily emerald. (Eugene, Or.) 1920-2012 | View Entire Issue (April 9, 1943)
Oregon® Emerald JACK L. BILLINGS, Editor BETTY BIGGS SCHRICK, 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 Day City Editors: Fred Weber, Bill Lindley June Taylor, Edith Newton Betty Lu Siegman Night Editors: John Gurley, Roger Tetlow, Marian Schaefer, Betsy Wootton, Carol Cookt Fred Treadgold, Fred Beckwith. Co-Sports Editors Edith Newton, Assistant News Editor UPPER BUSINESS STAFF Daily Advertising Managers* Gloria Malloy, Lillian Hedman, and Lois Clause Yvonne Torglcr, Layout Manager Connie Jbullmer, Circulation Manager Lois Clause, Classified Manager Leslie Urockelbank, Office Manager Represented for national advertising by NATIONAL AD VEKA lolJNLi bt-K V 1EE, INC., college publishers’ representative, 420 Madison Ave., New York—Chicago—Boston —Eos 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. — A&xvulUfUj, ta AGP . . . fVNE of the services subscribed to by the Emerald is the Associated Collegiate Press, an organization which gives a week-by-week review of college thought and action on im portant topics of the day. The Emerald uses several of their features regularly. Their “Parade of Opinion” is a good example, as is "Capital to Cam pus,” an editorial page feature. Sometimes the Emerald uses a few of its news and feature stories about other campuses throughout the country. But one of the services of ACP that readers are not as aware of is their editorial ideas and all-around newspaper suggestions. The Emerald uses these, too. * * * HpHIS week, for instance, ACP tells us that the pre-war stud ent who worked his way by selling magazine subscrip tions, shoveling snow, firing furnaces, and jerking sodas has been replaced by the student working on a job that will help him make good in a career even before he is graduated. This conclusion was drawn from a survey of student johs on the campus of Northwestern university, but is probably true of any major campus in the nation. Here at Oregon opportunities for students to work their way through school were never more plentiful and students have their pick of jobs offering valuable experience in essential businesses and industries. In the past it was the job of the employment bureau to find jobs for the students. Now they can’t find students for the jobs. This situation provides the placement bureau with an oppor tunity to become a vocational guidance center. Before the war, in most cases, it was all the office could do to see that the students got some kind of a job. Now they can try to adapt different students to various kinds of jobs that coincide with their occupational interests. —J. L. B. Same Sow}, • . . rJ"'lllv late Bishop Shipman swore he knew a man who went about at a cocktail party remarking, “My mother killed herself yesterday,” to which everybody replied, “Really? How charming!” Somehow or other this is reminiscent of the girl who shook hands with herself at a rushing tea, and said hello sweetly. Or the individual who exclaims "Hello, Joe, how are you?"—and then swishes up the road before you can tell him about math quiz tomorrow. A century or so after Christ, Plutarch wrote that “A prat ing barber asked Archelaus how he would be trimmed; he answered, 'In silence’.” Some time in the future, a statistician will figure out how much this war has added to our total verb age. And the total will be terrific, not because of new vocabu lary, but because of the orators in miniature, the arm-chair gen erals who never read a history, and only scan the headlines. * * ^OOMHARHKl) from the press, newspapers, magazines, and radio with set phrases—what the sociologists call stereo types—it becomes hard to really listen to anything. When a flick of a radio dial can give us exactly the same news, pre pared and phrased the same way, ten times in one evening, true listening and consequent understanding become real accom plishments. However true are the general ideas we get through these mediums, they can, and often do, trap us into monotonous talk, meaningless repetition. A social greeting is pleasant only if some attention prompts it—a bull session is stimulating only if it brings out good, solid talk. Otherwise it resembles the chattering of monkeys, or that slv song title "... I've Heard That Song Before.” —M. M. P By CHAS. POLITZ gj (This is the last in a seeming ly endless series of articles on Jane Russell, her life, times, draft classification, and a survey of the vast latent potentialities of her plays—political scene (Thank you, Miss Russell. The check came yesterday.) Jane Russell as an actress is like the granddaughter of a wood en Indian with sex. Any resem blance between her and Helen Hayes is pure fantasy—thank goodness. In “The Outlaw’’ she shows a lot; but acting, fortunately or un fortunately (from the male or female point of view), is not a visible part of her “lot.” To offset her lack of skill in Bette Davis-ian “orgy-astics” (again we utter “thank good ness”—with rationed sugar on it) she comes up with three inesti mable assets: A pout, two arched eyebrows, and a peek-a-boo blouse. The Pout The pout: Throughout “The Outlaw” Miss Russell looks as if she is trying to blow bubble gum through a piece of macaroni. You can never tell if she’s pouting because she couldn't kiss her ERC goodbye or because the braces on her front teeth are too tight. Or maybe she was against making LaGuardia a brigadier general, too. Or maybe she pouts because she is a very bad girl—which she is (in the picture). Private life upon request. She achieves this sizzlingly wicked, "droop - around - the - mouth expression with the aid of a mass of the most fiendishly inviting “come hither, and on the double” lipstick we have ever seen. With these Theta (don’t-they wish - they - had - them) lips she manages to hold your interest and make all the girls in the seats around you look like her twin sisters. It was dark in there. The Eyebrows The eyebrows: Not much need be said about the famous ussell eyebrows. They are terrific in either raised or lowered atti tudes. When in good working order, these streaks of broad, black lightning are capable of leer, fear, and need we go on. They are the first pair of eye brows we have seen in a long time that were not painted on with a violin string and a cessa tion of breath. At least she uses a stubby pen cil. The Best The blouses: They are of the best materials—imported Irish linen, pedigreed-silkworm silk, and Bergdorf-Goodman calico. They were designed in the fin est Parisian black markets un der Herr Goering's personal su pervision, and tailored in the fin est American sweat shops. Their colors are as brilliant ... as they can be on black film. There is only one thing wrong with them. As Mr. Hays might say, and no doubt joyously over looked, “She w-ears too many blouses, the better part of which are definitely out to lunch.*’ Astonishingly enough, nowhere in the entire picture does Miss Russell show her leg above the ankle. And we stayed the whole show too, Miss Lamour. Bibliography for Russell the sis: (we’re going our doctorate on Betty Grablel Pic—Feb. 16, *43; Time—Feb. 22, ’43: rare book research shelf at the Lemon 0). I Mildned Wtiian Spiel ... I | I Leonebel Jacobs, 07 SiiiiiiiiimiiiiiiiiiiiniiinniiiniiiiiiimiiiiiiiiiiimiHiiiiiBiiinHiiiiiiiiiiiiinHitimmiiiiiimmmmiiimiiiiiiiiiiiiiiHiiiiiiiiiiiitiiiiiiiiiiiniiitiiniiiiHiiiiiiimniiiimiiimmmiHminiiiiiiiiiiB.'3 Occupying a place in the front rank of American portrait painters, Mrs. H. Downing Jacobs, ’07, more widely known as Leonebel Jacobs, is also noted for the delightfuf parties she gives in her studio apartment. Always numbered among her guests are distinguished personages from the world of arts and letters. With silver walls, many balconies and a grand entrance with specially wrought iron doors—Mrs. Jacobs apartment is /} New. fy*uuU... " By BERNIECE DAVIDSON Women are rapidly taking ad vantage of the national emer gency and are firmly establish ing themselves in positions that were formerly held almost exclu sively by men. One of the most recent fields they have entered is engineering. Because of the depleted sup ply of engineering man power many governmental agencies are asking the United States civil service commission to replace these vacancies with women. Civil Service Course To help meet this demand a course entitled “Engineering Fundamentals” was prepared by the civil service commission and the United States office of edu cation. Women completing this course successfully will qualify for civil service positions as junior engin eers and will receive appoint ments in such federal agencies as the United States Maritime commission, the United States geological survey, the national advisory committee for aeronaut ics and other positions. B.A. or B.S. Needed Those eligible to take such a course must have a bachelor’s degree from some college or uni versity of recognized standing. They must also be a citizen of the United States to meet the civil service requirement. Tuition is free, the only ex pense would be the cost of sub sistence, textbooks and travel. (Phase turn to page seven) one of the most famous in the 1M hemian district in New York.^J specific interest to Oregon stud ents was one memorable gather ing held in 1936—at wtiich 34 New York alums were well-entertain ed guests. Long List Many famous men and women have posed before the easel of Mrs. Jacobs — her most recent publicity was in connection with Mrs. H. K. Wellington Koo, wife of the Chinese ambassador Dr. Koo. With members of the Am erican Water Color society, Mrs. Jacobs put her brush to work for the American Red Cross War Fund at a demonstration of the portrait painting at the National Academy galleries. Five hundred persons paid $1 to watch the art ists do portraits of a list of nota bles, headed by Hugh Gibson, Wal ter Damrosch, Mrs. Koo, Bi"‘ Burke, and Chauncey F. Rydei* The portrait of Mrs. Koo was done in pastel by the Oregon al umnus, who had painted an earlier portrait of her subject 20 years ago during the Washington dis armament conference, to which Dr. Koo was a delegate. Mrs. Ja cobs’ deft brush caught the soft beauty of the Chinese lady, dress ed in a blue Chinese gown of Nan king brocade, and wearing a jade necklace and matching earrings. Big Names Always smartly dressed, slight ly plump, Mrs. Jacobs has done such eminent figures as Guzon Borglum, Dr. Julius Klein, Irving Bacheller, Alice Roosevelt Long worth, Andrew Mellon, Rabin dranath Tagor, the late Emperor of China, Mrs. Herbert Hoover, and President Warren Harding However, it is said, that much as any of these more illus trious subjects, she enjoys her portrait of the faithful studio building janitor, standing by her easel with an old broom. Larsen (Editor’s Note: The opinions expressed are those of the, author.) By AL LARSEN Prospects for revolutionary up sets in all fields of knowledge and belief seemed very possible last week when Prof. Sudo Siefer of socio-geological fame revealed from his mountain laboratories in Southern California the most startling scientific discovery of all ages—a method of direct commu nication with the earth itself. “New laws of the universe, new human values, new sources of energy—all may be possible, and more,” gasped tired Professor Siefer to incredulous reporters who were first to know the fruits of the early phases of an exhaus tive undertaking. Volcanic Discovery For years the professor had made seismographic records of the shocks and motions of the sur face of the earth. Only recently, however, during the violent erup tion and formation of a new vol cano in Mexico was he able to con firm and make use of his discov ery of the actual messages con veyed by the seismograph. “Because those push-and-pull lines which so delicately record Says any movements of the earth, were enlarged by the terrific vibrations of the eruption it has been pos sible for me to decipher the mes sages which the earth wished to convey,” he explained. First Message "And, though my method is not yet thoroughly developed,” con tinued Professor Siefer, ‘‘I happy to pass on to you the gist of the first deciphered thoughts.” Before he revealed his findings, the professor cautioned reporters to assume an historical perspec tive of the source of the commu nication. The earth, he said, is mil lions of years old. It has few emo tions about singular and momen tary things. Only in the sense that what we do or don’t do may af fect many other people at some place on the globe is the earth concerned about you and me.” Who’s Wrong "University students and their feeble claim to an education ap parently have nauseated t^ earth,” began Professor Siefer. "For centuries catastrophieS have periodically befallen man kind. Scourges and minor mili tary scraps have been reduced by the appearance of science and a (Please turn to 'page three)