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About Oregon daily emerald. (Eugene, Or.) 1920-2012 | View Entire Issue (Oct. 7, 1943)
# umitlte/i! By GLIK Weather. Fathomless, omnipotent weath er. Ever present, fluxing weath er. Helpful and destructive. Glo rious and abominable. Dark and light. Change. Change. And we si^idied it. And we proposed to learn its every habit. Yesterday, the sky was the limit, and to day . . . we pause; we breathe; we look back. In May two hundred and fifty of us came to this site of work, the University of Oregon. We were from all over the forty eight; we were lonesome; we were afraid. But the Campus Man and the Campus Woman greeted us—and soon all of the two hundred and fifty knew they had found a warm home and friends. And the work began. Now Oregon approaches win ter and we approach nothing. Sfcys are long and days are hard. We get up early. We lean back late. Furlough was no pickup. It was a lull in a 12-month battle. Our siege is still on. And how does this siege pro gress: Mussolini is no longer in Italy and Dr. Norris no longer teaches physics. Sicily has been taken f ' the battle of trigonometry is r. There is an Allied footing on Italy and calculus has at tacked. The Japs have been shot out of the Aleutians and analyt has been beaten down. Churchill has been fishing and Captain Cable has been fly-casting. *And as the weather is flux so is the army; but whereas the weather is predictable, the army isn’t. And so today we find we are no longer pre-mets. No more do we look at the sky and speculate. No more do we peer at the stars, nor dream of solar systems, or pressures, or temperatures, or insolation. But we still study math. Cal culus and vectorial mechanics are ' ’ ours to conquer. Physics \*».tinues; geography continues. Yes, we are no longer pre mets, but the immediate change sjj^ps there. The work is the same—only the goal is new. Caesar said, “The die is cast.” Ours was cast . . . and then broken. Now we are in a new mold. One that is broader but no more significant. We now represent an insurance policy on a small part of this na tion’s worth. This policy will ma ture upon graduation. At that time we will be spent as needed - at the front, in the lab, behind the desk. We have become ex pendable. Gustavus Adolphus college li brary will get $100,000 this year fr^n the Augustana synod cen tennial thank offering. A pre-meteorology school has been established at the Univer sity of North Carolina under guidance of army air corps. , STAFF CO-EDITORS Bob Stephensen Warren Miller Scribes Joseph Cooley Charles Black Bill Glikbarg Burton Moore Walt Olson COMMUNIQUE ASTU trainees will attend the student assembly at McArthur court Friday night. Study periods and classes will be dismissed. * * * Sunday night study periods will be discontinued for the ASTU, effective Sunday, Octo ber 10. * • * Note:-—In a recent edition of the Emerald, mention was made of “G-I Wives.” Married mem bers of the soldier-students main tain that their wives are not gov Every fall about this time we find at least one issue of the old daily littered with all sorts of propaganda concerning what our well-dressed coed should and should not wear. There was a time when the male BDOC rated a little article too—okay, so it was just a meek little fill-in on the back of page 11—but it did recognize our presence on the campus. But now, veiled by the flimsy pretext that the campus male is a thing of the past, coeds all over the country are seeking to take away even that small favor. I admit that those slide rule rookies may not seem hu man at times (just try being bombarded by periodic tables, co efficients of friction, and radicals day after day and if it doesn’t have you doing things . . . well, it will!) But the soldier-student does have a wardrobe, so how about a little publicity for that fact? No matter where he is or what he is doing, you’ll find the ASTU man dressed for the oc casion. At work, at play, or at that winter formal, he is always in the prescribed attire (pre scribed by Memorandum No. 3984721, War Dept. Order No. 43 and enforced under Article of War 211.) Exceptions: Athlete’s foot, pouches, and hangovers. For those sessions in the class room, Pfc. Gee Eye has empha sized comfort. Warm?—then there’s a sunny little outfit in o.d that will have you squirming with delight (?). It’s complete with gay Long Beach tie and an item that has become the rage ALL KINDS! FRESH SEA FOODS ORDER THURSDAY TO BE SURE OF FRIDAY’S DELIVERY ► NEWMAN’S FISH MARKET Phone 2309 Band’s Opening To Star ASTU Professionals The sharpest army dance band in this part of the state will swing out for the first time Fri day night at the first all-campus assembly of the year. Nine pro fessional jivemen are among the soldier-swingsters in the new campus organization. Organized only three weeks ago, the outfit boasts Ralph Sut ton, nationally-known boogie woogie pianist from Jack Tea garden’s orchestra, and Marvin Rice, ex-saxman for Art Jarrett and Tommy Tucker. When Bud Spence, business manager, rounds up his full crew it will include six brass, five saxmen, four men in the rhythm section, and a vocal ist. Former professionals with the GI swingsters include Owen Bail ey, trombone “frontman”; “Whi tey” White, drummer; “Hot Lips” Getch, trumpet; and Bob Stot ler, trumpet. The sax lineup lists Jack Blumenthel, former New York artist; “Ace” Felberg, alto saxman deluxe; and Rice. The army men have a fast growing library including many Glenn Miller arrangements and some Count Basie, Larry Clin ton, and Artie Shaw specials, campus jazzhounds can hear the new outfit Saturday, October 16, in the first of a series of “mili tary balls.” Although handicapped by lack of practice time, the new orches tra probably has the finest ma terial available in this part of the state. Four men from the air corps play with the band, and the remainder are army engin eers. 1 of the A-G-D house—known in more literary circles as a “field jacket.” And then there’s “play,” a term invented by certain non-military rectangles to describe drill, de tail, and physical unconditioning. For this type of activity Pfc. Gee Eye has dreamed up a delightful little lounging suit. (Note to Mr. Gee Eye—Why not switch to Postum). Commonly known as "fatigues,” this suit comes in colors of green, faded green, and gray—green all washed out—and is worn either as a tight form fit or expansive droop suit with a dribbling shape. To top off the whole thing, there’s a little wash tub detail known as a hat. This, like the rest of the suit, comes in two sizes—too big or too small. But Pfc. Gee Eye was in the full height of his glory when he turned his attention to formal and ’dress attire. Any designer can dream up something differ ent, but it takes a real artist to produce a work item that will admit its wearer to a full dress formal. Pfc. Gee Eye got the Tucson Chamber of Commerce Distinctive Service Medal for in corporating the work design into a dress sit. The only perceptible a dress suit. The only perceptible night suit has been pressed with in the past two weeks. Sunday— same outfit minus blouse and press. See, American coed, we also have a wardrobe, not so colorful perhaps, but still a wardrobe— one displayed by, not just one, but a thousand BDOC’s. If you’ll but recognize this fact, we’ll be only too happy to admit that “it’s not the clothes that count, but who the clothes are wear ing!” fU/o*ne*t, 5 to- i ! Columnist Profers Arms for Victory By JOE COOLEY Soldiers always talk about one of three things—drinking, the war, or women. They tell me you can't get anything to drink in Eugene. And they tell me it’s best to let the boys do the fight ing, do the talking. Now that that’s settled, here goes. First of all, you Oregon wom en should arise and take arms. You’ve been ignored completely and sold down the river for a bunch of land forms. For the first three weeks of class, we heard a lot about Skinner’s and Spencer’s buttes, but no one ever told us about Oregon’s 1148 Beauts. They told us about fos sils and tertiary rocks, but not a hint did we get of the wonders that nature (plus Coty, Charles of the Ritz, and a wide variety of sweaters) performs right here on the campus. Incidentally, in the last para graph it was suggested that the Oregon women arise and take arms. Anyone lacking the pre scribed equipment can report to Susan Campbell hall, where 200 pairs of arms are ready for use. And another thing—this looks like the ideal time to deny the Emerald-published hoax that the foreign area and language men are old and bearded, and that they speak with broken accents. It’s true that the ravages of time have taken their toll on a few who must now forsake hik ing and canoeing for the more sedate parlor-type games. BUT, gals, there's really a lot of life in the old boys yet, not to coin a phrase. We’ve all passed lit eracy tests, and shave daily. So it can only be a plot on the part of those sprightly and vivacious young engineers and pre-met boys to freeze us out. Lets not forget, that men — like wine — improve with age. (Or so I’ve been try ing to convince myself for the past five years.) When this article was first pro posed it was going to be a story about Pfc. Average Guy in the FAL section of ASTU program. Yesterday morning when the Emerald led off with a headline: MEN SWAMPED BY COEDS, 5-1, Pfc. Average Guy saw it and thought: “Gee, these Oregon guys must be lousy ball-players if the girls can beat them.” Then he read the story, got mad, and said: “Where do I go for my five coeds?” Somebody must have mine, because my five haven’t re ported. If there hasn’t been any point to this whole thing, blame it on my youth. Sixteen years spent without the benefit of coeds, even in grammar school, have left their mark. 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