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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
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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. One of these days, a
sweater will become just a ball
of yam that has a different form,
and the wild look in my eyes will
gradually give away to one of
contentment.
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