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Ma Hlach Market...
A S THE Tunisian campaign comes to a head and the threat
of invasion looms over the continent, the United States
government is launching the greatest financial drive in history
-—13 billion dollars to finance the war effort.
College students have a very vital stake in helping to raise
this money. Many of their classmates have already seen action
on the battlefronts aiid many of them will see action themselves
in the near future. The money that they invest in war bonds
as students will guarantee them the finest equipment in the
world to use as soldiers. Continuing the high standards that
our armed forces have established depends in large part on the
success with which this drive is met.
Any student of economics can point out the importance of
the campaign to those who stay at home, for its impact will
be felt on the home front fully as much as on the battlefield.
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T TNLESS surplus purchasing power can be siphoned off into
war bonds and stamps this country faces inflation and run
away inflation would wreck our entire economy; money would
become worthless as prices soared, savings would vanish, pro
ductidn be curtailed, victory itself would be endangered.
This year the country will have an estimated forty billion,
dollars available for investment over and above current ex
penses. This money can be put to work in a number of ways:
war savings bonds, tax savings notes, and treasury bills. In
addition the treasury is offering a number of new issues de
signed for every class and type of investor so that everyone
may participate in the drive.
Thirteen billion dollars must be raised to keep the factories
turning out tanks, planes, and guns to feed, clothe, and trans
port the men who are using those weapons—and in the long
run, to defend liberal education. —J. L. B.
£aiudai. AmUjOi!
CALUDOS amigos—for this is the time of fiesta, and politics.
But who will care for politics when the stench has wafted
away along with the spring invigoration of our lawns?
And now for the fiesta part, and that means Junior Week
end. By Wednesday night all plans will have been executed,
except for final decorations and the multitude of eceteras.
House date bureaus arc keeping the lines busy, and interesting.
The men are wheedling white coats from brothers, and
worrying about the right size lapel carnation—girls are think
ing about the Prom theme and deciding to look tannecj and
Latin, unless of course they are blonde, bor this is the \\ eek
end above all weekends.
Song leaders are hunting under davenports for the alto
score for their champion singers, they hope. Asklepiads, Mor
tar Boards, and Friars are dusting off and pressing their cere
monial robes. Housemothers are ordering more waxed paper
and pickles for the campus luncheon.
junior Weekend committee members are almost ready to
wire Buck Buchwach—so that he will wire a prayer of sun
shine. and the traditional freckles on Queen Mary's nose.
This is the heyday uf the Order of the O., and many will
be the duckings, many the paddle whacks administered. This
is the time of no white shoes at the luncheon, no walking on
;the grass.
South American ways warm the heart and tickle the feet.
And so it is appropriate that this weekend be full of rhythm,
of community singing reminding us of the gatherings of Mex
ican peasantry at fiesta. Queen Mary will smile upon a cam
pus of dazzling’ senoritas, and stalwart, dashing' Caballeros.
Saludos amigos, al fiesta! —M. M.
Between
The Lines
By ROY PAUL NELSON
A FEW WEEKS back you
read an account of how campus
women are dissatisfied with*
spring term coke dates. Their
complaint seemed to be that their
escorts waited until they brought
the girls home and then went out
and swallowed milk-shakes and
hamburgers.
This week we present the oth
er side of the issue. It is upheld,
incidentally, by a male cousin to
the gal who made the original
complaint. Says the boomer:
This Is Why
“I don’t buy my gal hamburg
ers and milk-shakes because
there is not enough time between
ten and ten-thirty hardly to pick
up even a quick coke.”
He says, further, and somewhat
bitterly, “These gals are pretty
smart. They always order flav
ored cokes because they only
come in the ten cent size.”
Climax
And then he comes to the point
of his speech. “And besides,” he
argues, “Oregon women are too
fat, anyway.”
Now you have both sides of
the problem. Should he buy her
hamburgers and milk-shakes, or
should he not? It is a delicate
situation and will require tact.
Maybe a coalition would settle it.
I voted yesterday. “It’s the
democratic thing to do,” a repub
lican house brother told me. I’ve
always kinda liked Thomas Jef
ferson. But I hear he wasn’t run
ning. Neither was John Cavan
agh, for that matter.
Millie Wilson was there at the
polls. She was checking on ver
bal votes.
“Shut up!” she told me. I don’t
think she wanted me to talk.
Old Signs
The signs were all those of last
year’s election. It was the first
time I had ever voted on a pool
table.
“Irish” Carl Backstrom, presi
dent of the board of directors of
the University of Oregon stu
dents’ cooperative association, in
corporated, voted for 1946 class
officers. He is a member of the
class of ’45.
They had a special exit door.
It was used for leaving the build
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| Double Trouble
By PHYLL REINBRECHT and BOBBI BEALEK
Hear ye, hear ye! !
During this time of war, more and more opportunities for
women are presenting themselves. Shipbuilders and aircraft
workers are in great demand, but the field of journalism also
beckons, and this, being easier on the nerves, but harder on
the popularity, we have chosen as our way to help mankind.
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B By Berniece Davidson
Equality for women doctors
was a step nearer reality last
week when President Roosevelt
signed a bill giving women doc
tors equal status with men in
the army and navy.
The situation was different in
World War I. Even though wo
men performed the same duties
as the men they were hired un
der contract and did not receive
the same pay or rank.
Relief
Women doctors will not be
used at the front but they will
relieve the men for this duty.
According to Secretary of War
Stimson 20,000 more doctors arc
needed in the army.
The great need for help in this
field should stimulate more wo
men to return and enter this pro
fession. They will find that war
time conditions will help to break
down prejudce against them. For
instance most leading medical
schools were closed to women un
til the last war.
New Jobs
Since we entered this war wo
men are for the first time being
invited to become interns and
resident physicians.
A new field open to women in
medicine is a result of this war
is that of research cardiac spe
cialists who are needed to inter
pret the new results of stress and
strain in lungs and heart as a
result of submarine and aviation
work.
ing. Anytime you wanted to
leave you went out that door. It
was handy.
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u nus,-we nave collaborated, and
collected the following—.
Quite a weekend' for merriment
was this last, what with the ATO
SAE, Alpha Phi, Pi Phi, and
pha Chi house dances ail tak.J^
place. Biggest success was the
Phi dance, with an Oriental
theme and gambling concession
that REALLY raked in the mon
ey. Running a close second, how
ever, was the ATO jamboree with
an Arabian Night’s influence. It
seems the house was so cleverly
decorated that the chaperons
couldn’t find the den.
Under the heading of Happy
Events department comes news
that Fiji Vic Atiyeh who has had
his foot in a cast since early last
fall, is due to have it (the cast)
removed some time in the near
future. Pretty happy about the
whole deal, and it’s no wonder
why, is Alpha Chi Dolores Hew
itt.
And speaking ,,of Fijis, what
ever happened to the pretty c^fc
sistent Fiji-Tri Delt duo of ftSr
ty Conlon and Jacky Esenman?
And speaking of Fijis (monot
onous, isn’t it?) is the better
late - than - ever news of the
marriage of Earl Sandes to an
ex-Dee Gee here sometime last
March. Seems they had about a
week of married life before San
dy joined the navy.
For maintaining that ghoulish
figure, there’s nothing like hoe
ing spinach for the local farm
ers. Just ask any of the numer
ous Kappas, Alpha Chis, Thi
Delts and Delts (among them
Pete, quote, “Sweater Boy” un
quote, Hill) who participated last
Saturday in this 'delightful pas
time.
The “hoeing” consisted of get
ting down on hands and knees in
the middle of a muddy field
extracting weeds,, hut, what i^,
little discomfort fdr about 8 hours
for a sylph-like Silhouette? Oth
er net results were sore muscles,
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9a Buddy Meet a Buddy
By BETTY LU SIEGMAN
Among Oregon alumni who, in
stead of returning to the Univer
sity and Junior Weekend this
week, are engaged in an entirely
different activity—namely, the
armed forces—are the following:
First Lieutenant Frank Clem
mons Jr. has reported to the
Carlsbad, New Mexico, where he
will be a student in the air forces
central instructors’ school for
bombardiers.
Instructor
Lt. Clemons is regularly sta
tioned at the Victorville, Califor
nia advanced flying school where
he is a flight leader instructor.
William B. Bloodworth, ’39, ’40,
'41, was recently promoted to the
rank of staff sergeant in the in
fantry, stationed at Camp Carson,
Colorado.
Serg. Bloodworth has ad
vanced rapidly since his induc
tion into the army last July. In
January he was promoted to cor
poral, in February he became a
sergeant, and approximately one
month later was advanced to his
present rank.
Edward Raymond Martin, ex
UO student, has been promoted
to a second lieutenant and bom
hardier at the Victorville army
flying school in Victorville. He
graduated from bombardier
school April 17. He entered the
air corps June 22, 1942, after
serving five months with the Roy
al Canadian air force.
Alan M. Johnson of Albany
was recently graduated from the
officer candidate school in sea
coast artillery and commissioned
a second lieutenant at Fort Mon
roe, Virginia.
Lt. Johnson left Fort Monroe
immediately following his gradu
ation to report for duty at his
new station.
Sergeant
Gene D. W. Edwards, who was
noted for his dramatic ability
while on the campus, is a ser
geant in the army stationed at
Fort Harrison, Helena, Montana.
The following' is a paragraph
from a recent letter which Ed
wards wrote to his mother: “This
schedule of constant turmoil and
ceaseless driving brought out this
thought tonight (the following
poeml—the first impulse to the
poetic in months. Now, after
practically no sleep for two days,
I must slide off.”
Weary Nocturne
How can skies like these look
down
Upon this turmoil here below
And not break forth in frightful
gleam
To burn out all this strife and
woe ? ^
The moon sits calmly on the hill,
Her slanting gleams but softly
spent.
No tear drop mars her tranquil
gaze
No thought hidden, no evil bent.
What stars these are! Serene on
high
They shine forth unperturbed
by man
Who staggers through his bloody
world
And racks his brain for solvent
Plan.
My heart is torn, the way seejgL
black; W
But for an instant, still and
dumb,
My eyes lift up to pierce the skies
Before they close and senses
numb.