Oregon H Emerald
JACK L. BILLINGS, BETTY BIGGS SCHRICK,
Editor Business Manager
Marjorie Young, Managing Editor Bill Lindley, News Editor
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Fred Treadgold, Fred Beckwith, Co-Sports Editors
Edith Newton, Assistant News Editor
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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.
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£^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.
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^^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.
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/^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.
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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.
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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.”
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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
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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
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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
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