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About Oregon daily emerald. (Eugene, Or.) 1920-2012 | View Entire Issue (April 30, 1943)
Oregon H 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 Shirley Stearns, Executive Secretary Fred Treadgold, Fred Beckwith, Co-Sports Editors Edith Newton, Assistant News Editor UPPER BUSINESS STAFF Daily Advertising Managers: Connie Fullmer, Circulation Manager Gloria Malloy, Lillian Hedman, Lois Clause, Classified Manager Lois Clause, and Don Kay Leslie Brockelbank, Office Manager Yvonne Torgler, Lay^yit Manager Day City Ed tors: Night Editors: Edith Newton, B. A. Stevens, John Gurley, Roger Tetlow, June Taylor, Fred Weber, Marian Schaefer, Betsy Wootton, Marjorie Major Carol Cook 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, holiday® and final examination periods by the Associated Students, University of Oregon. Entered as second-class matter at the postoffice, Eugene, Oregon. —. Only an ZdUtoJi.. . that it’s all over—even the shouting-—it’s about time to do a little philosophizing about politics and elections. Now that the office is clear of griping politicians and “friends” who turn out to be enemies, it’s about time for the editor to do a little griping on his own—not just about elections, where every politician is ready to swear the editor is dead set against him and his party—but about the whole blasted job of editing a college daily. Profs can sit crosslegged on the top of a desk; honors stu dents can let down their guard ; student body presidents can fraternize with the masses. Only an editor is required to be pontifical always. * * * * £^NLY an editor is supposed to know everj'thing that hap pens, so it is taken for granted that he already knows it, and nobody ever bothers to tell him anything; only an editor is supposed to keep an open mind always, and at the same time to make snap decisions for each political impasse ; only an editor is required to keep his nose out of politics, meanwhile keeping tab on the strength of each separate lineup. Profs have their apple-polishers who ask questions after class; honors students get their A’s; student body presidents hear complaints in student affairs committee meetings. Only an editor has to guess. . . ijs % ^^NLY an editor has to grope blindly along, trying to put out a paper for a student bod}' who will talk only behind his back, who will never tell him what they like or don't like, who will squawk*audibly only when they are mortally and irreparably wounded, who never thank him when he says any thing nice about them or censors anything nasty, who have to be tracked down, cornered, and beaten insensible before they will so much as give him a news lead. Profs have the satisfaction of seeing their teachings put into practice; honors students are an inspiration to their successors; student body presidents can point with pride at year’s end to long rows of achievements. Only an editor never accomplishes anything. >k ik :k ;k /^NI.Y an editor has to endure the spectacle of 1923 of his 1924 loyal readers turning immediately to “Between the Lines” or “Nnf Sed,” ignoring everything else in the issue; to find the makeups on which he and his staff have worked long hours unappreciated; to find his editorials, which are his only method of criticising his school, coldly ignored. Profs get to smoke in the ROTC building; honors students don’t have to attend classes; student body presidents get to introduce visitors and new ASUO officers. Only an editor is damnfool enough not to want to trade places with any of them. * * * * when all’s said and done, only an editor has the satis faction of knowing that his thousand words or so a week are written down in letters that can never be erased; of feeling something in a way which must have immediate and lasting effect; of knowing that, if he knew how to use it, he has the whole state as his audience; of sensing that he is doing a job for the students which no one else could do in quite the same way; and last hut not least, of being sure of a staff fhat, no matter how much he is forced to abuse them, overwork them, deny them any reward for their work, will be driven back for more by pure love of literary effort. Only an editor would gripe about it.—J.L.B. “Extracurricular activities have in common the value of con stituting a laboratory in the fine art of cooperation. Benefits gained apply interchangeably to men and women in both the armed forces and civilian life." Dean Charles Maxwell McConn of New York university. ^inuiiiiiiinuiiituiiHrjiiuiiiiiiiimimniiHniiniiiiiiiinmiimiiiiiiijninmimimii^'ig | New .. I By BERNIECE DAVIDSON In the last war they were yeo manettes or yeomen (F) the F stands for female. By the time the armistice was signed 11,275 had enlisted. In World War II the women’s branch of the navy is known as the WAVES. They got this name before the navy bestowed their official title of women appointed for voluntary emergency service on them. The navy’s initial 1942 request was for 1000 officers and 10,000 enlisted members, even though this quota has been reached the navy has set no definite figure on the number of enlistments, and applications are still being accepted. The WAVES will serve only in the United States but they will receive the same salary and rank as regular naval offi cers and enlisted men. To be eligible for officers training you must be a citizen of the United States and be 20 to 50 years old. You must have a college degree or two years of college work, as well as two years’ professional or business experience that could be used on naval jobs. The navy also insists that the applicant have at least two years of high school or col lege mathematics. The navy especially wants wo men who have majored in engin eering, astronomy, meteorology, electronics, physics, mathematics, metallurgy, business statistics, and modern foreign languages. All applicants must write to the naval officer-procurement direc tor in their city or naval district officer - procurement director in their city or naval district—giv ing their educational background and age. Few of these courses sound like the customary feminine concerns but the training watchword of the WAVES is, “Remember you are ladies and forget you are wo men.” li;;:!!:!!l!!!ll!!Hinilillllll!lll!IIIIIiIHlltll!IIIIIIIIi!!!IUI!!i!illli!!ll!u!ll!!inilllll!llll!Hlfllllllll!!IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHIIilllllllllHlllllllllllll|ifil!IIIH!!:!llll!l!!ll!l!!!!ll||i||!!! Bad Taste Well Placed By BERT MOORE The reason I changed the title of my column is simply this: the above title is so punk no one will be tempted to copy it. Biggest surprise of the week was seeing character Roy Paul Nelson spending money on a girl. All efforts to find out her name have been fruitless, however brother C&narders have heard him mumbling in his sleep words that sounded strangely Larsen Sayi By AL LARSEN Campus politics has blown its fuse for this year. The tension of strained feelings and the normal desire to end open competition again demand that the intensity of political interest be slackened. What about the common denom inator of political interests stu dent concern for activities? Les Anderson, outgoing ASUO prexy, yesterday opened the in stallation ceremonies with a per sonal plea for continued interest in student affairs. He urged the new officers to protect past gains of student government. or Students Administrative influence from the point of view of some stu dents, has been too fatherly. Re striction, the easiest way of con trol, has been favored against the more democratic method of cul tivating student participation and responsibility. Les Anderson’s ef forts in the direction of more student responsibility needs, and should get, continued support. This matter, however, has (Please turn to page seven) ^!!l!lll!!lflllllll[l!l{|[l]lil!ltl[ll!llll!ll!![UIIIIII[!!!llllllllllllI!ll1lltl]l[|l!!l!tll!ltillllj||[|llll!l!!ltl!Illl]]|[IllllinRti{!!lin!lll[|llll!!!l!llllllll!!tlllll|ll!|I|l|!|]|!l|!||lilI||i| | MildneA WiLon JdfUeA, . . . * Joe Gordon, 39 ........... siiiiiiiininiiiniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiusiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii1 The outstanding player in the American league—for 1942— is an Oregon alumnus. Dark-haired, hard-hitting, and consid ered the best second baseman in the business—Joe Gordon, ’39, has batted and fielded his way to national fame. Though graduation figures shouldn’t lie—Gordon’s are a bit deceiving. He came from Portland many years to acquire his ut-gicc in mgiicx cuu^auun, even tually veered off into major league baseball, and it was not until 1939 he made good his am bition to get a bachelor of sci ence degree from Oregon. It was no Pullman ride to suc cess for Oregon’s Gordon. Self supporting, his big break came when Yankee Scout Bill Essick spotted him while playing for the Oregon varsity. He was signed and from then on the road signs pointed to fame. As Art Lichtman, writing for Old Oregon, alumni magazine, chronicled, "It was quite a jump from college baseball to one of the top minor circuits in the country, but Gordon came through with flying colors. His batting average was a cool .300 at the end of his first season and his fielding was the same accom plished artistry that it has always been.” In the 1937 season, spring found Gordon in the Yankee camp at St. Petersburg, Fla. King pin Joe McCarthy decided that Joe’s true spot was on the other side of the middle hag and sent him out to Newark to learn the intricacies of the second sack. That season really showed. He pounded out 26 homers and drove 89 runs across the plate . . . and was a vital cog in the machine that won the International league pennant by an amazing 25-game margin. A principal role in cinch ing the 1941 American league pennant, in the early part of Sep tember, can also be credited to Gordon. A real family man, Gordon is the parent of a daughter—and spends all available time in Eu gene at his home. Allied loves, ranking alongside baseball, are hunting and fishing. Duck and pheasant season open ings mean it is time to head for Ontario in eastern Oregon for a few days of game bird tramping. The lure of the white water of the McKenzie is also an annual temptation to which he succumbs. Joe Gordon's back East now, playing ball with the Yankees . . . still on top of the heap. He’s found a pretty secure niche. like “Ah, Cobina, Cobina, ^ > bina.” How About It? An informal poll taken at the Side reveals that a lot of people are interested in .having a cam pus bridge tournament. How about our new government step ping in and delegating the au thority to start one. A small reg istration fee for contestants would make it self-supporting And we really need something to do on these occasional cloudy days. (Yes, Elmer, but we need something beside$ what you’re thinking of.) Art Damschen supposedly com pletely kissed off Fee Dotty Hop ping after she broke a date with him. Art wouldn’t like it to be said that he lacks (the courage of his convictions, but he has been dating her again lately. Formal Notice The many friends of Marge Pemberton, former Zeta Tan Al pha, will be glad to hear that she has announced her engage ment to a lieutenant stationed at Camp Adair. Seeing a lot of each other late ly: Phi Delt Rog Wiley and Pi Phi Lois Pringle, and Ed De vaney and Barbara McClung of the same houses. Love Is Lacking Romance is either on the wane or it’s happening in those dark corners I don’t get to, so I’ll stick my neck out and comment a lit tle on the past week: After election highlights: A report drifts back from the Holland that their feature dancer wore a costume consisting of lots election night, and that sev eral campus politicos who were there tried to keej> their natural aptitude for ballot-tearing in trim. Rare Book Mark Copies of the “Independent Thinker” are a rarity, and all of you owning copies of the small and comparatively colorless imi tation of the “Green Goose” should hold on and” wait for the rare pamphlet collectors to come to you. Current exchange price for the “Thinker” is one raspber ry, but the market should rise to two shortly. Coalition leaders gifted Theta Mickey Reilly with a box of flow ers as a consolation prize, her present absence from the political scene supposedly because of ijfse "no write-in” rule. « Neatest Trick Neatest trick of the week dept.: The Coalition victory celebrators put it over on many a house mother election night. An authori tative voice called each house and informed the dear ladies that the Coalition strategy board was meeting that night to make sure that ballot counting was all kosh er and to be present if a recount was asked for, and that Suzy or Mary or whoever-it was would be in quite late. Peermission granted, the girls adjourned to an -unnamed loca tion, the only hint to where was being its decoration, whJ» were white placards with black letters proclaiming, “Don't ask for censored unless you can show proof you’re over 21.” The Society for the Preserva (Plcasc turn to page seven)