Oregon if Emerald
MARJORIE MAJOR
EDITOR
ELIZABETH EDMUNDS
BUSINESS MANAGER
MARJORIE YOUNG
Managing Editor
ARUSS BOONE
Advertising Manager
Charles Politz, Joanne Nichols
Associate Editors
J
Shirley Stearns, Executive Secretary
Anne Craven, Assistant Managing Editor
Pvt. Bob Stephensen, Warren Miller,
Army Co-editors
Bill Lindley, Staff Photographer
Carol Greening, Betty Ann Stevens,
Co-Women’s Editor’s
Carol Cook, Chief Night Editor
Published daily during the college year except Sundays, Mondays, and holidays and
final examination periods by the Associated Students, University of Oregon.
Entered as second-class matter at the postoffice, Eugene, Oregon.
Want Spxviti, KuU ?
This is not an editorial—it is a sales talk, and a pep assem
bly, and a scolding, all at once.
First, let’s have the scolding, and get it over with. If it
doesn’t apply to you, just skip this part. By Tuesday afternoon
1529 students had registered in the University. Of these about
875 have bought athletic cards, according to Drive Chairman
Gerd Hansen. That is, only slightly more than half the stu
dents are supporting their University athletic program through
purchase of athletic cards. This is a good start but if the
students want an athletic program—and they do—they must
give it almost 100 per cent backing. They must prove their
interest in athletic events with the undeniable evidence of hard
cash. For, trite though the idea may sound, and unnecessary
that it may seem to repeat it, it takes money to run an athletic
program.
* * * *
Now for the pep assembly. College life has changed a ver)
great deal in the past few years. A new seriousness has come
to the campus, and the shadow of war has darkened and veiled
the lighter side of college life. But there's one part of that
lighter side which hasn’t been dimmed, which never will be,
we hope—and that’s the sudden lift of spirits, the uncontrol
lable surge of excitement, the thrill of the moment just before
the big game when our team comes out, and everybody rises
to his feet with one simultaneous, deafening cheer. The feeling
is completely indescribable—it is perhaps the closest approach
to pure college spirit ever reached. The games are fun, and
they’re wonderful, and they’re something no one should miss.
* * * *
Here comes the sales talk. An athletic card is such a bar
gain that you can't afford not to have one. The price is only
$4.40, ladies and gentlemen, for which you receive the equiva
lent of $10 worth of individually purchased tickets to athletic
events. The athletic program is almost certain to go ahead as
planned. Basketball, remember, has only a five-man team, and
thirty-two prospective Tall Firs have already turned out. If
for some reason no athletic events are held on the University of
Oregon campus, the entire amount will be refunded. So what
can you lose?
When the athletic card drive salesmen come to you, don’t
turn them away. Hand over your $4.40 with a smile, and receive
in exchange your rightful share of fun, excitement, and thrill
ing memories. —J.N.
Alat OnetfOttQ.9. . . .
Let’s be subtle for just a minute. Nobody is going; to get a
kick in the pants but there are a couple of mistaken impres
sions circulating in the khaki-clad portion of our student body
that ought to be eased out.
It’s about the girls, fellas. You know, lots of us have gone to
the University before, and there are some things we’re not used
to and that we don't like to have happen. And maybe a little
setting right at the beginning will help us be good friends.
One thing, so the reports go, is that some army students
think the only reason girls go down to the Side and around
about is to pick up dates. Which is pretty blunt of you. don’t
you think? Not only is it blunt, but it is mistaken. Right now
you ought to know that girls have been getting cokes and re
laxing with their friends for a very great many years. And you
aren't the cause of their presence. Meeting and talking over
hamburgers or coffee is nothing new, and it’s always been to
a surprising extent either a strictly hen or stag situation. So
don’t get us wrong. You are new people and lots of fun. That’s
how it ought to be. Some girls, of course, may have their own
special projects—but it’s by no means general or the thing to
expect.
* * * *
One more thing, we particularly don't like your habit of
leaning out of windows to whistle. When civilian men were
here in great numbers there wasn’t much of that. And we were
not impressed by them. We aren't now. We like your marching
(except when you stop too suddenly), we like the way you sing
between classes, we think you're wonderful, but a little mixed
up.
We want to keep being glad you’re around. There were just
those few little things. So how about it?
•M.M.
NufSed
By CHAS. POLITZ
This is the story of Mr. Hi
Mr. Hoe also held communii
mer as did almost everyone else
It was during our stay in Mi
in contact with Mr. Hoe.
How He Looked
His appearance, on first sight,
was an understatement of what
you remembered him to look like
after he had left the scene. He
was definitely a study for the
vivid imagination.
He looked like a very mangy
reproduction of the late Daniel
Boone. A razor had taken its
fortnightly dash over the square,
undeveloped chin; thence to hi
bernate for the next haphazard
run. ,
The shirt, pants, and battered
hat had developed a common
crust of steel dust, and were
adorned surrealistically with
placed grease splotches.
How He Spit
Tobacco juice exuded from the
corner of a spigot-type mouth
that curled up and down at both
ends and in the middle .His mouth
was slightly crooked.
To the unskilled observer, Mr.
Hoe didn’t look like a graduate
from a French hand laundry. But
therein lies the tale:
One day Mr. Hoe came down
to the yard complaining of a leg
rash on both his legs.
“Must,” he said (spot), "go
down to First Aid—get it looked
at.
“Sure must, he said, rolling
up his pant leg, and rolling down
his stocking so he could roll up
his winter underwear so he could
show us the troubled limb. “Sure
must,” he said—(spit).
How He Walked
He wandered off in the direc
tion of the first aid building.
Three hours later he wandered
back. (The first aid building is
five blocks away.)
He wandered up to us, smiled
sweetly, and walked away.
Always having had a strain of
Visiting Nurses association blood
in us we inquired after Mr. Hoe:
“What did the nurse say about
your legs, Mr. Hoe?”
Mr. Hoe, turned on heel, wan
dered back to us, (spit) replied:
“ ‘Mr. Hoe’, she said, ‘the
trouble with your leg is, you
should have washed your socks
before you put them on’.”
And in the silence of the moon
less night raccoons lick their
paws before each meal.
Oregana Drive
(Continued front page one)
Although the Oregana will not
be published until spring term,
a card will be issued with each
gift subscription telling of the
forthcoming gift. This card can
be sent in time to reach service
men by Christmas.
The 1944 Oregana will feature
the usual sections found in the
University’s All-American year
book as well as the added attrac
tion of a complete coveragee of
military activities on the campus.
Pictures of all soldiers stationed
here will be taken before the end
of the present term, according to
Helen Johnson, editor of the 1944
Oregana.
Paper Ordered
Because the Oregana paper
must be ordered almost imme
diately and the number of books
to be printed will be determined
early next week, today is very
likely the last time the Oregana
will be made available to stu
dents, according to Edith New
ton, business manager of the
book.
All books ordered by service
men who are not here at the time
of publication in May, will receive
the book at their home address
with postage prepaid.
>e.
>n with Henry Kaiser this sum
in the civilized world.
. Kaiser’s employ that we came
A Slip,
ol the Hip
By PEG HEITS CHMIDT and
BOBBI DEALER
Now that the big boys have
gone to war, it seems that the
latest thing to do around Eugene
and surrounding localities is to
attend the high school football
games. Viewed at the Eugene
Uni high game last Friday night
were Virginia Wright, chaperon
ing several neophyte Gamma
Phis. Also Tri-Delt pledges Jan
ette Williams and Marilyn Ra
kow, among others—all were
rooting, no doubt, for Bob McKev
itt, Eugene high BMOC. Bob,
brother of Fiji “Baldy” McKevitt,
is fast acquiring the reputation
of last year’s boomer boy, Delt
Peter B. Hill.
They Also Came
Also at the game were Rog Wi
ley, Phi Delt, and Jack Penning
ton, ATO, although their inter
est appeared to be elsewhere.
By the way, our serenades have
not become a thing of the past.
The other night the Sigma Chis
on the campus sang of their love
and devotion to the various so
rorities with many a ditty not
on the uncensored list. Robin
Smith, Bob Hope (how did a Phi
Delt get in), Hal Ford, and George
Fletcher composed the melodious
quartet.
The Hello dance was not the
only place to go Saturday night,
as was noticed by all the old
gang collecting at the Eugene
hotel’s Persian room. Seen in uni
form were DU Breen Murphy,
Phi Delt Don Fox, Beta Hal
Martin, and Sigma Nu Stan Skil
licom. Ted Baker, SAE, was also
on hand with ADPi Doris Chap
ler.
The Alpha Phis have a real
nugget in their ne^v pledge Jean
nie Walters. Helen Crawford,
same maison, has been out trek
king with a dreamy soldier. In
the next installment, his name
shall be divulged.
The Mad Painters
Over at the AXO house is a
small sample of the zany schemes
of amateur interior decorators—
Jeannie Briggs has been painting
madly for weeks and has finally
finished, bedaubed with more
Kem-tone than the walls them
selves. AXO prexy, Ann Voder
berg, is up in the wilds of Wash
ington saying farewell to her fi
ance Chuck Haener, Theta Chi.
Rumor has it of a marriage—
but the way things are now, who
knows?
The Alpha Chis (what, again?)
--,
‘Staccato’
Notes..
By GENE LEO
t -
I
Frank Sinatra now owns him
self. The beautifully undernour
ished king of the swooner croon
ers has been released from his
Tommy Dorsey contract with the
aid1 of Music Corporation of
America and $50,000.
When Sinatra left the Dorsey
band, TD still owned his ex
tract which called for 33 1-3 per
cent of his net earnings. Then
Leonard Vannerson, his personal
manager, did his books for
another 10 per cent. After Uncle
Sam took his cut, Frankie found
himself merely existing.
Now that a satisfactory ar
rangement has been reached, Sin
atra will be working for some
thing more than the idolatry of
twittering ferns.
Have you heard the Dick
Haymes (Sinatra opposition par
ty, but good) recording of “I Nev
er Mention Your Name”? . . .
Decca 18558, in case the ferns are
interested. Am I Kidding!!
Many of us remember
Haymes from last fall when he
did the vocal honors with the
Tommy Dorsey crew at the
Homecoming dance.
Incidentally, TD fired his com
plete aggregation last month,
pending his organization of a
“wonder band” which opened last
night at the swank Pennsylvania
hotel in New York. This sc
certainly hopes he retains
services of Milton Rasking on
the 88 box and Ziggy Elman on
go-trumpet.
D^k
The music biz here at Oregon
has seen lots of changes in the
last few months. At the He^o
dance Saturday night, UO danc
ers got an idea of current music
conditions when for the first time
in the history of Hello dances
they jumped off to canned music.
Eugene’s musicians’ local 689
has dwindled from 56 to 28 mem
bers in the last six months.
There is still hope, however—■
one possibility .being that bassist
vibraphonist supreme Hal (Hap
py) Hardin will reorganize hi*
popular jazz combo of last
Art (What-would-Oregon^R
without-him) Holman is booked
indefinitely at the Eugene on
Saturday nights, and with fee
return of Vern Spaugh and his
golden-voiced Buescher I-A trom
bone to that aggregation, things
begin to shape on the brighter
side.
pledged another smoothie, Dolly
Paladini. Yep, she’s Tinky’s sis
ter.
Prof. A. H. Wright, herpetolo
gist at Cornell university, on a
22,500-mile tour of the West and
South, found rare salamanders, a
large poisonous Gila monster, an
undescribed toad, and a group of
sidewinders.
I’m lonesome. They’re all dyim*
I have hardly a warm persoft.1
enemy left.—Whistler.
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