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About Oregon daily emerald. (Eugene, Or.) 1920-2012 | View Entire Issue (April 20, 1943)
Oregon If 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 Shirley Stearns, Executive Secretary 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 Cook Fred Trcadgold, Fred Beckwith, Co-Sports Editors Edith Newton, Assistant News Editor 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. —. fyneet&04ti . . . QNE of the four great freedoms for which the world has been making itself a pockmarked battlefield for several hun dreds of years is the freedom of the press. The poor press has been kicked around and fought over since Gutenburg and yet even today there is no freedom of printing or freedom of publication in the greater part of the world. Editors today have pledged themselves to work for a “world guarantee of the freedom of the press” after the war, but what are their chances? In Russia, in Germany, in China, in Italy, in every country where the government still controls the press even in peace time, there can be no real freedom of the press. Nor is there freedom of speech over the radio, or action in the motion pic tures, nor freedom in any other major form of communication •—not even mouth to mouth in some countries. ^^NE country cannot have a real connection, socially, with another country when they are separated by language, by restrictions, and by traditions. It may take still more hun dreds of years to break down all the barriers between the peo ples of the world who have freedom of communication, those who do not even understand this great freedom. Time magazine this week in their background for peace de partment outlined the stepping stones and the pitfalls to a real unification of countries via freedom of the press, the movies, the radio, and transportation. * * * CAID Time, “It is still the world of the Great Navigators, a world three-quarters ocean, impotable, inhospitable, and deadly to men; the dark masses of land are still as large, the stony mountains still as high, the myriad populations still as strange, the myriad languages still as hard to learn. They de ceive themselves who say this globe has shrunk to a convenient size, to a neighborhood whose men can greet each other at cor ners and whose women can borrow butter across the fence. The truth has been lost in a metaphor. The old and profound dis tances between places and between minds are still the same; only superimposed on them are the new adjacencies of air travel, the new omnipresent communications as instantaneous as light itself. “Yet in this delicate film of intercourse, of mutual visiting and mutual speech, misunderstood, over-rated and abominably overcharged as it has been with blatancy and mistranslation and deceit, lies part of the world's hope. It is the hope that some day all the media of intercourse may be free, and the im portant ones as responsible as they are free, that speech between the great regions may become more modest and exact, that re spect for one another’s differences and charity toward one an other's fault may lie taught through the air and on the screen along with the tragi-comic curiosities of the news, and that not only the facts but the schemes of those who would make the facts their tools may be known and judged by a healthy world societ v.” *7he . . . /T'ODA'\ reservists in two classes will buckle down to one or the longest exams they will ever take, in college or out. They will write until their lingers are sore and their eyes ache from the glare of the white paper, but all of them will finish, because more depends upon today’s test than on any other they will take while at the University. The armed forces have learned that skilled minds, when they have their quests for knowledge turned in the right direc tion, are one of the most useful of all the articles and imple ments of war. The outcome of today's test will tell hundreds of University men whether or not they can best serve their country peeling potatoes or planning military strategy. Good luck, navy and marine reservists. —13. L‘. IHIIillHIIIIIKIIHIIIBIIlllHIIIIHIIiniliilHIIIB' ■ NufSed By CHAS. rOLITZ In response to requests from garbage men the nation over we will devote today’s column to a biography of garbagedom’s first citizen, the man who put romance in garbage disposal—Mushton K. Spinoza. Mushtonkin started early his association with what was later to mold his life. At the age of 3.675 his mother mistook him for the leftovers of Saturday night supper, deposited him gent ly between the fruit salad father forgot to eat and a can of ex hausted tuna fish. This is not dif ficult to understand. Mushtonkin was a very unattractive infant. Artist Entranced by his surroundings, even at this early age, Mushton kin scented that here his future lay. At 5 he began to draw sur realistic garbage cans on his father’s tux shirts. His parents, schooled in pro gressive educative methods, were quick to realize the potentialities pf their son’s aptitude. His moth erer, a portly woman who later modeled for her son’s garbage can ads, immediately enrolled Mushtonkin in McFlunkey’s Ele mentary Trash Basket Kinder garten^ But destiny had marked Mush tonkin for its own. One night a vision of Mayor Hague mounted on a platinum garbage can re vealed itself to him. The air was scented with the sweet stench of campus politics and o’er the mayor’s head dangled a neon gar bage lid halo. Voices “Come to Jersey City where even garbage is corrupt,’’ the spirit said. Mushtonkin packed, imme diately set out to follow his se cret destiny. The wake of the honorable mayor was easy to follow for anyone who had a nose at all. It was damn pungent. In Jersey City Mushtonkin (now Mushky to his intimates) took advanced courses in sewage disposal, wrote his doctor’s dis sertation on “The Effects of Gai'bage on the Course of Em pire,’’ became personal garbage man to Mayor Hague. He came in very handy in the disposal of bothersome Republican politi cians. is a Man His salary under the Jersey messiah enabled Mushtonkin to become independent, shake off his political affiliations which al ways left a bad stench in his wagon, and become what he had always dreamed of becoming— the glamor boy of the garbage world. He established headquarters at 59 Rockefeller Plaza, immediate ly set to work on innovations to revolutionize his profession. He astounded the garbage world with his first innovation; white tie and tails for garbage men on evening runs. He followed this up with the combination garbage and black market sausage wagon. He established higher rates for Park avenue garbage consisting of only hors ’devres and Martini green olive pits. Honors began to flow on him. Hahvahd awarded him an hon orary doctorate magna cum ref use. Princeton created a new de gree for him—DDR, Doctor of Domestic Residue. He received Germany’s coveted Sehtinker's Cross with double skunk's tails. Japan knighted him Brother of the Aromatic Empire. Still Going The ingenuity that inspired him as a young man still keeps him active today. Though retired (Please turn to page three) I - *j ) Have It Around By BERT MOORE For better or for worse, the Emerald is having a gossio column again. . . . The Taus evidently haven’t seen the figures given out by the registrar regarding the ratio of men to women on the campus, for Chick Cecchini and Jim Bedingfield were out with Portland girls who were on the campus over the weekend. Strictly Reet By FRED BECKWITH There was a good crowd on hand in the spacious Igloo head quarters Saturday night when Ray Dickson and the Collegians performed for the Frosh Glee celebration And Brother “Spider” had an unusual personnel present. Eshind the Hal Hardin music stands was this rhythm set-up: three trumpets, one sax, full rhythm section, Mister Hardin doubling on his string bass activi ties by pounding a vibraphone. Pleasant surprise of the evening was the imported electric guitar ist from a nearby army camp. Just how much of a permanent fixture he will be in the Dickson remains to be seen. As a whole, things rolled along rather smoothly. Nelson had a rare “off” night in the brass sec tion and Cliff Giffin was definite ly "on.” The 4 Nights & A Dream sounded better than usual, and are to be given a nice hand they did on “Old Black Magic.” Con sidering that they had hardly re hearsed the thing, they were re markably on tune for the balance ofthe ballad. They sang without any band backing, exception of Hardin on vibes, as the Dickson hornmen didn’t have the arrange ment “cold.” Stole the Show The fake “radio show” had a lot of people fooled. And Dick son's crack jump number “TEN MAD RUSSIANS” went over with a bang. Clown-man Teddy Loud almost broke up the entire session with a terrific scat vocal on “I Wonder What’s Cookin’ on the Back Burner Blues,” anoth er RD, original, too. The band's next job is the Alpha Phi house dance this coming Saturday night. Pleasant surprise was that Mu tual airshot last Friday evening by Duke Ellington. Another band was scheduled for the airlanes at the time, but sumpin’ musta gawn wrong, cuz Ebony's Gift to Moo sick came on like the probervial gangbusters. New Sucker We see where funny-man Bert Moore has been drafted to handle dirt-column chores on this page. Good luck, Bert, and you’ll need it. And there’s plenty of rumors floatin’ around the campus these days as to what band will perform for this coming Junior Weekend ruckus. The rumor-boys have it limited to two crews at the pres ent time: Jan Garber, currently fronting a semi-swing style crew at Portland's Jantzen Beach es tablishment, and, believe it or not, Jimmie Lunceford. Old JL, despite the fact that he is minus 8 of his top-notch sidemen, including T r u m m y Young. Willie Smith, Joe Thomas, Jimmy Crawford, and others, still has a mighty fine band. It is just possible that he will be in the territory when the Junior Weekend job rolls around, Hope so, anyway. No reflection on Gar ber. however. Dig some of his KOIN airshots and note how he has improved over his Lombardo-; imitation days. As Fulton Lewis Jr., says, “That's About the Top of the News From Here,” so we’ll sign off for today .... Coed's champion Marge Dibble is reportedly fostering a petition against any like recurrences. ATOs Busy The Taus were also very ^ y handling pins over the last rew days. Theta Martha Lee Benke gave Barney Frank the Irvin S., Elaine Wilson, Chi O, restored Jack Pennington’s hardware, Don Lonie planted hlsf: cross on Pi Phi Mary Jane Simmons, and Theta Louise Gordon returned Bud Vandeneynde'a, All is not off between the last two, how ever, they are stilLgoing steady, which is something^ With all kinds of red faces on the campus this week Fiji Dave Swanson took over the title of “Reddest of Them jA.ll” Saturday night at the Frosh -Glee when he tried to introduce Theta Franny Colton and found “that he had forgotten her name. After five minutes of frantic.choking Fran took pity and intrbduced herself. Swanson is reported to be ar >1 on the way back (to the inf*.i arv. due to a swollen tongue. Ball and Chain Friends of Sigma Chi will be glad to know that the national “Ring - in - the - nose” club is allowing the SC’s to form a chap ter on this campus.,Charter mem bers include Dave Jahn (Genny Coykendall, Pi Phi), Bob Curtis, (Jean Daniels, Theta), Art Hos feldt (Teddy Nicholi, Theta), Frank Baker (Betty Lind), and Harry Thompson (Mary Jane Eachus, Pi *Phi). Jahn, elected president at an informal session by the mill race, is considering the petitions for entrance of Hal Ford, who is romancing Tri-Delt Signe Eklund, and Len Surles, fervent admirer of Chi O Char lene (Chuck) Pelley. The stars fell down on Al|? \ Chi O Nelda Rohrback Saturcfty night, one landing on her finger. This beautiful piece of prose comes to you through the cour tesy of Lee Spitzer, Phi Sig, who was last seen climbing the steps of Johnson hall to eradicate an inscription there once and for all. Brass Bulletins Pin news: Theta Barbara Bock took Beta Kim Kaufman’s over the weekend, and sister Mary Jo Warren made it a Beta double ton with Jack Munro's. Jo Hem enway, Pi Phi pixie, took Theta Chi Roy Bryant’s and Gamma Phi Virginia Wright, Kappa Sig Sonny Fenton’s. Janet Bean, The ta, returned Delt King Martin’s pin Friday night and took it again Saturday, making her eli gible for some sort of a recoiah Item: Pi Phi Laura Case ffc turned Gordy Child’s Theta Chi pin. Item: Mary Gorrie (G. D. I.) is back in town. This week’s best bet: That Rog er Jayne will give his Beta pin to Chi O prexy Dorothy Routt soon. Chin Out Personal to Dave Swanson: My throat is available for cutting every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday from 11 till noon at the Side. Personal to anybody: I will buy or trade grandmother (in good condition) for alarm clock. Vr in danger of flunking my eij* o’clock. In response to many requests (two, to be exact), I reprint the poem from which the title of this column is taken. This poem was (Please turn to page three)