Oregon daily emerald. (Eugene, Or.) 1920-2012, May 15, 1943, Page 9, Image 9

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“I feel silly— it doesn’t quite sink in,” confided Betty Ann
("Baa”) Stevens when asked how it felt to be on the talking end of a
Coed of the Week interview.
From her perch "in the slot,” Copy Desk Editor Stevens con
sented to reveal a few pertinent anecdotes of her life, campus and
pre-campus, with the pleading- request, “Be merciful.”
“I collect china skunks,” she admitted suddenly ... “I have 15
and name them after people . . my roommates and a few other people.
They’re cute—both the people and the skunks.”
incidentally, I m dominated
by my roommates. They get me
*a little too drastically in the
rning . . . but you’d better not
say anything about that. I’m just
a martyr.”
“Essentially Serious”
Tall, slender, tanned, and with
a terrific sense of humor that
keeps Alpha Delta Pi sisters and
Emerald associates in stitches of
hysteria, Baa claims, “I’m really
essentially a very serious person.
In a psych test the other day I
ranked highest in the aesthetic
. . . but Dr. Leeper said it doesn’t
mean anything.” B.A. assumed a
crestfallen expression.
She brightened perceptibly
when her purple sweater was
brought into the conversation, “I
like it. . . It's my sister’s really
because I sent it to her. She
didn't want it and sent it back.
... I had a vague idea she might.”
teminded by the cluster of
[ flowers pinned in her hair
she said enthusiastically, “I love -
spring ... I have an awful time
restraining myself from picking
flowers. . .” Instantly, by some
strange relationship she was re
minded, “but I hate and loathe
crab. I absolutely despise it.”
Experienced Interviewer
Appointed Wednesday night as
co-editor of ' the women's page
for the coming year, Betty Ann
lias two years of Coed-of-the
Week interviewing behind her.
“In every interview I finally have
to ask them to think of questions
to ask themselves,” she admitted,
slightly abashed.
Plugging for the home town,
B.A. requested, “Put in some
thing about Reedsport . . . I'm
.fam Reedsport. Only I’m not go
to be there this summer. I’m
going to summer school and
we're going to have an apart
ment with a blue bathtub,” she
beamed happily.
"They have a soldier camp at
Reedsport. . . . Only I’m staying
here. They have soldiers down
here too . . . Hey, I wouldn't put
that down if I were you,” she
blue-penciled hastily.
Family Rugged
A journalism major to' the core,
B.A. pulled out a few family
skeletons, "My little sis is the
domestic type, my mother was a
home ec major and my father
thought I should go to Oregon
State. I'm a throwback. My
great-great, uncle, Bertram, in
Scotland had trouble when he
broke his neck in a fall from a
horse, too . . . which is neither
here nor there.”
Before launching into a request
ed childhood incident, veteran
interviewer Stevens admonished,
"This doesn't seem like being in
terviewed—you ought to become
Of the young Betty she re
membered, "They always used to
find me in my grandmother’s
chicken pen, because chickens
fascinated me. See, if I'm ever
drafted for farm labor,” . . . she
broke off laughing.
"Do you want something about
men— ? Now that will take a lit
tle thought . . . After thinking
. . . let’s evade the subject.”
Pressed for a statement on this
vital topic, B.A. said judiciously,
“Well, there are men and men.
And that summarizes the matter
—rather neatly I.think” . . . she”
said modestly, patting,herself on
the back. Out of habit B.A. sup
plied her own identification lines.
Miscellaneous comments . . .
"My feather cut grew out ... So
did my blond streak . . . I’m prin
cipally trying to impress my pro
fessors now, in 10 Easy Lessons
from Marjorie Major . . . I’ve al
ways wanted to do duck dives
for the
Watches, rings, compacts, fountain pens — gifts
like these will last forever, and their quality is a
part of them ! A nationally known time-piece — an
engagement ring — you can t give more wisely.
Summer is definitely on its
way, Oregon weather to the con
trary. With the advent of closed
weekends, coeds begin planning
in earnest for the vacation ahead.
Perhaps it will be only a few
days before the start of a job
but, even at that, a few play
clothes are a must in all sum
mer wardrobes. Some Oregonians
have jumped the gun. and, when
the sun occasionally deigns to
show its face, many striking out
fits may be seen on the sun decks
of coed houses.
>Iiki Campbell may be seen
sunning herself in a brown and
white printed rayon shorts and
blouse combination, with skirt to
match. The design of palm leaves
is both striking and attractive.
. . . Bette Childs chooses a two
piece red and white print, cotton
playsuit, with bra top and baller
ina skirt . . . Brimmina. Vrang's
two-piece playsuit also features
the popular and flattering bal
lerina skirt. Her suit is in yellow
and white checked gingham . . .
and I violently envy people who
can . . . I'm not going to say any
thing asinine such as “I love
As to future ambitions, "My
life's aim is to get an A in short
story writing . . . and a job on
,a newspaper . . . but I don't seem
to be doing so well.”
Taking a startled glance at the
stack of copy in front of her
waiting for headlines, Baa emit
ted a feminine bleat and informed
authoritatively, "I've got to get
She looked up from the copy
and concluded with a half-grin,
"I'm not a very good city editor
. . . only don’t put that in. They
might not find out otherwise.”
*1*1X1- Jla . .
This thing is a song of the spring
When all that is heard is the carol of bird
Tra-la I
And the patter of rain as it batters my brain
And soaks through my clothes and dampens my toes
And waters my hair till the curls that were there
Have gone, leaving nothing but sodden despair
This lay is a poem of May
When nothing's in view but the sky that is blue
And the muddy muck that from under a. truck
Spatters and sloshes over boots and galoshes
And splashes my dress and leaves me a mess,
Looking more like a puddle than I like to guess
Spring's glory's a nasty story
A lie made up by a dirty pup
Who ought to be strangled and tortured and mangled
And beaten by rain till it drives him insane
And left all alone in spring weather we've known
Until he's eroded away to a stone.
By Penny Nichols
Ann Tyson’s flower glazed chintz
dress on a pink background also
has shorts to match . . . Yvonne
Torgler's blue and white flow
ered culottes are nothing but
smooth. The one-piece outfit is
backless, and a short bolero
jacket completes the costume . . .
Nelda Rohrback's two-piece play
suit is in plain brown cotton. The
halter top is complemented by a
short wrap-around skirt on the
sarong order.
White, however, is still the
predominating color. Many outfits
consisting of white pique halters,
worn with white sharkskin
; shorts have been noted lately.
These are equally good for sun
bathing and or swimming . . ,
Jackie Esennian's white combimv*
tion is another smoothie. Tho
sho.is and blouse arc one piece,
and are accompanied by a match
ing sharkskin skirt . . . White
for skirts, though no long'er news,
is better news than ever thin
year. Joann Halstead looks ap
pealing' in hers, which she wears
with a deep violet pullover sweat
er . . . Joan Woodward wears hers
with a red blazer jacket, which
is trimmed in white on the lapels
and down the front.
War or no war, these coeds in- ;
tend to keep up morale on tho .
home front, and, with clothes like
these still on hand, should have
no trouble doing- so.
— By Bobbie Bealer
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