By ELEANORA ROSEBELT
I awoke this morning dream
ing about men. I awake every
morning dreaming about men. I
wonder why. Why should it be a
dream ? We had the rails on that
ladded to the sleeping porch
neon-ed way last week.
“Say, Opal, do you have to
bounce up there above me all
night. It just cracks my mudpack
disastrously. My face just looks
like craters in the morning . . .
well, people wouldn’t have to
look twice to mistake you for an
armadilla either.”
That girl has a lot of nerve
criticizing her own sisters ....
After the kind of men she gropes
around with.
“So he wasn’t an escaped con
vict. Well, he wasn’t any lace
doily salesman either. Anyone
who can trace his lineage way
back to Errol Flynn . . . well.”
(pause—grind of ungreased
wheels is heard)
Purty ?
Aren't I attractive, I some
times say to myself. Has Eliza
beth Arden been lying all this
time? Why do the Gossard peo
ple send a representative around
to rip out all our mirrors every
jnonth ? Does my two-way stretch
need retreading? A girl has such
perplexing problems, you know.
“Say, Grade, do you have a
date for the Junior Prom yet?
Yeh, I’m going to hang around
the Side all day too.”
uee, uon l 1 iook oeauurui—
■beautiful — beautiful . . . well,
gee, girls, it wouldn’t do any
harm to bolster the. morale
around here.
"Really, Gracie, I don't eat as
much as I used to. What’s this
I’m sucking ? Oh, just a leg of
lamb.’’
(ding aling dong phone)
“Corona Corona Kappa, the
girls with the shapes that make
you gape! No, Olga isn’t in. She's
still out defending Stalingrad,
how should I know. Won’t I do?
Sure I'm ugly. My Pop is too.
You don’t sound like Superman’s
brother-in-law yourself. It's a
date.”
Bottle Tan
“Hey, Mickey, you got your
nerve using my leg lotion on your
legs. Do you want to give my legs
a bad reputation? You know that
nobody but me has Murky Mauve.
And then putting my Tunisian
Tan nylons on, on top of the
paint just so you could look like
Virginia Wright. Well you have
your nerve. Your sweater? Oh I
got it. I’m awfully sorry about
the lipstick on the collar. Horace
is so amateurish.”
I’ve been wearing other peo
ple's clothes for so long that I
just couldn't bear to wear my
own again -or did I ever bring
any ?
“Marsha, don't you think the
food has improved around here?
Soon they’ll be down to their last
cat though. It sure is a life-saver
that Mother has a friend in the
USO. I don’t know what I'd do
without my daily almond Her
shey.
"Don t you think that soup
was good last week ? The one that
was tainted with chicken breath.
"Did you see the solid platinum
gum box that Lizbeih got? It
used to be so conspicuous behind
her ear.”
Dear God, make a can call me
up before I get ideas about start
ing studying, please. . . .
(ding-dong-clonk phone 1
Dingle Ling
"Corona Corona Kappa — we
exist and decay with enthusiasm.
Naw. our girls aren't half as ear
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Oregon If Emerald
Mildred Wilson, Editor Betty Biggs Schrick, Business Manager
Marjorie Young, Managing Editor June Taylor, News Editor
Edith Newton, Feature Editor
Marjorie Major, Associate Editor Phyllis Lloyd, Sports Editor
Betty Ann Stevens, Copy Desk Editor Marian Schaefer, Night Editor
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. —•
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rkJama*vif Wosdd
Y’OU’VE heard the phrase tossed about quite a bit—“It's a
Woman’s World” and pretty soon it gets a bit trite—a
little boring. As a slogan it was never convincing. But behind
its four words, the bravado of its assurance, is meaning.
Some of the more touchy males take it to indicate the femin
ists are determined to usurp man’s rightful place in the atrnos
phere—point with foreboding to be-slacked feminine figures,
gaze ominously at the increase in the number of women weld
ers. Speak gravely of the time of peace when soldiers will re
turn to find their jobs filled by unbudgeable women. We
doubt it.
Or—on the other extreme, the supercilious man laughs
lightly. Puts the whole phrase down as just another perfumed
murmuring of the flitter-brained “weaker” sex. Not to be
taken in the least seriously. After all, he agrees with himself,
it is an undisputable fact that man is the master of all arts,
trades and allied sciences. It may take awhile—but inevitably
women will find the}- have branched out too widely — will
start on their return trek to the kitchen and fireside. We
doubt it.
Somewhere between those extremes lies the true attitude
of the women. It IS a woman's world—but any logical person,
male or female, would have to admit that it is also a man’s
world. What women are fighting for, (with their all-inclusive
tiny maxims) is the right to be treated on an equal basis with
the men. The right to make it a truly cooperative world.
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JT IS accepted, with reluctance in some quarters, that for the
duration women must fill many a pair of size 13 shoes—must
think as a man thinks—plan with male thoroughness.
As all over the nation women stride into position formerly
tagged—“Exclusively Male’’—-as they are given chance after
chance to prove or disprove their assertions—there must evolve
an acceptance or rejection—of the feminine theory that the
goose is as capable as the gander.
Perhaps after this testing period it will be possible to con
sider applicants equally on their sheer qualifications — with
out the customary nagging strings — “It’s strictly a job for
a man.”
When we say—“It’s a Woman’s World”—we admit that
we exaggerate. If for no other reason than to have the oppor
tunity to eventually back down—and place our stand on the
middle ground—where we are confident. Because half of this
feminine world we advertise so glibly—is really reserved for
men.
And probably, after the war, with customary womanish
tact, we'll move over and give the men a litle extra elbow
room. —M. W.
"y^TIAT do South Americans mean to us? How does this
vast section of territory mixing ancient Aztec culture and
modern day nations connect with Oregon students.
The carefree Junior Weekend theme, “South American
Y\ ay ' brings a chance for such questions, and campus impres
sions certainly go deeper than the mood of fiesta. But it is
certain that a little is coming out of the deep confusion which
exists in North American minds, and governments. For one
thing, the nations below the border have chosen different sides
in matters of war. For another, no matter how manv Pan
American conferences are held, it is impossible to be deceived
into complacency about "hemispheric solidaritv.”
JD1GHT now, aside from political and world impressions,
there are some little things which students know about
South America. Late at night, when other stations are scarce
a Mexican announcer from Tiajuana will play rather tinny
rhumba records for them. They have heard that Mexico City
is cool in the summer, they have danced to “Brazil," the girls
like to wear the bright reds and yellows borrowed from tra
ditional South American costumes. They still remember and
tap their feet to the song about the great big ranch owner.
\\ hat ever comes out of the war there are things we as
"Norte Americanos" can learn from the long, vivid history
of our neighbors, something of their sunshine, their singing,
their great poverty, and most of all, from their siestas and
their smiles. _yp yp
Have It Around
By MARY ANN CAMPBELL
“All, me,” we murmured, one morning, some days ago now,
when the shadows were definitely noticeable and there seemed
to be an unusual amount of light outside. “It must be spring,
therefore it is time for some New Clothes.”
With a light heart and a happy smile, we trotted off down
town, intent on Replenishing the Wardrobe. At the first shop
we stopped ana gawpea at trie
Glammerous Models in the win
dow. The Glammerous Models
sneered at our little face pressed
eagerly against the glass.
We entered the shop, creep
ing by the Supercilious Models.
The saleslady looked like the
models, drat her! She seemed to
feel a Kelly green affair with a
peplum and ruffles at the neck
would suit our Personality ex
ceedingly well.
Personally, we didn’t.
At the next shop, the saleslady
remarked, “Very warm for Oc
tober.”
We said that it wasn’t October
but getting-on-towards June.
“It’s the Darlan affair that
makes the delivering of clothes
so slow,” she explained. “The
dressmakers can’t keep their
mind off politics.”
Then she produced the Latest
Shriek ... It was made of two
French flags sewed together like
a sack. “Very chic,” the wench
commented. (She pronounced it
“chick,” for reasons best known
to her own obscure mind . . . .)
After we had been to three
more shops, in which we were
told Everyone would be wearing
Blue, or Scarlet, or Bright Pur
ple, according to the amount of
clothes of the color that had come
in', we found a fascinating sales
lady.
“The last time I was in Bes
sarabia,” she announced, “the
Smart Thing was a dress built
like a series of lampshades. They
were best in pink when worn with
hennaed hair.”
She was a much traveled sales’
lady. She also mentioned that if
the American women would bind
their feet as our Chinese allies
used to do, they would have im
mense amounts of shoe leather
and perhaps end rationing.
We ambled away, vaguely con
sidering pink lampshades, but
the five and ten cent stores were
fresh out of pink lamp shades.
“We have seme lovely orange
and magenta ones that would go
nicely with your complexion,” the
gal behind the counted suggested
helpfully.
Our mother always told us
never to shop when the sun was
over the yard-arm, and the sun
was well over the y.-a., or if it
wasn’t, it should have been, by
this time. (We do get so con
fused with all this daylight sav
ing . . . although we personally
can't see what daylight is saved.
We think it would be MUCH
more confusing to the Japanese
if we called the East the West,
and the West the East, to the
North could be the South and the
South the North ... or maybe
that wouldn’t be so good. Think
how confusing for the state de
partment. . . .)
Which brings us up against
the necessity of ending this col
umn with some Bright Comment
about Having Something Around.
. . . The only idea which suggests
itself to our simple mentality, is
the problem of WHAT to have
around, which might be any of
the smaller necessities of life,
from a date to the Junior Prom
to curls which do NOT disappear
in the mist . . . Whatever this
crytic comment may mean, who
are we to go about being original,
so we will simply and not very
intelligently remark:
HAVE IT AROUND!
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April 28, 1943
Editor of the Emerald,
An unfortunate -interpretation
of statements I made in the Em
erald of last Tuesday has caused
some students to believe that
shadows were being cast on the
work of Les Anderson, ASUO
prexy. Not only dp I want to
erase that impression, but I
should like also to express what
I think to be Independent, as well
as campus-wide sentiment.
From the day that Les took of
fice last spring, and through the
flurries of the campaign just
past, he has shown a spirit of
fairness and sincerity to be
mired. His impartiality in exe"'
tive action is a matter of record
and is confirmed by other mem
bers of the executive council.
It is a pleasure to take advan
tage of this opportunity to con
gratulate Les Anderson for his
goi-d work as ASUO president.
Sincerely
William L. McGetridge, Chica
go area salvage | director, an
nounced that he was fresh out of
skeletons, having sent more than
45 to army post hospitals where
they are used for instructional
purposes in medical classes.
Anyone harboring a spare
skeleton in his closet will be do
ing the army a favor to turn it in
right away.
A1 Liar sen,
ISA President.
Skeletons Needed
■—Daily Kansan
Reading Taste
Effect of war upfin junior col
lege student’s reading taste was
revealed by a librarian at Santa
Ana college.
Among the fiction group most
often checked out during the past
month by students and facuRv
were “Human Comedy’’ by S% 1
oyan and “The Robe” by Doug
las.
On the non-fiction list college
student showed a preference for
Skinner’s “Our Hearts Were
Young and Gay’’ and Sgt. Marion
Hargrove’s “See Here, Private
Hargrove.” —El Don
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Temperature Variations
Dr. Stephen S. Visher, of the
department of geology and geog
raphy at Indiana university,
wrote an article entitled, “Some
Recent Temperature Maps of the
United States.” The article ap
peared in the Quarterly Journal
of the Royal Meteorological ^
ciety and is illustrated by six
maps showing the variations in
temperature through different
years and seasons in the United
States.
—Indiana Daily Studen