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About Oregon daily emerald. (Eugene, Or.) 1920-2012 | View Entire Issue (Oct. 8, 1943)
Oregon W Emerald
Charles Politz, Joanne Nichols
Shirley Stearns, Executive Secretary
Anne Craven, Assistant Managing Editor
Pvt. Bob Stephensen, Warren Miller,
Bill Lindley, Staff Photographer
Carol Greening, Betty Ann Stevens,
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.
Words mean different things to different people. The emo
tional riot which followed the publication of the editorial Not
Oregon G. I.” proves this definitely.
When an editor goes to sleep at night with malice toward
none and gets up peacefully, only to discover a miniature vol
cano ready to blast her from her typewriter the quicker the
explanations the better.
This bit of writing, sent hopefully out to point to several
MINOR violations of courtesy, of a very FEW soldier students
caused indignation in those who were not involved in even the
And since the editorial was misunderstood, since it was
taken at first to mean that army students were heels, lower than
low, beyond the pale—a definite statement is in order. And then
some mass sighs of relief.
* * * *
The editorial, while touching on something trivial, brought
out the suppressed doubts and uncertainties concerning dates
hich are still not settled. In other words, army students don’t
know what to expect from civilians and vice versa. And so that
bit of writing sounded so wrong, and so blind t» everything
but a certain female’s own ideas, that army students decided
to say something. They did. Out of it, right at the start, can
come a real basis for understanding.
know that at present the social set-up for this year is
so embryonic that the dates and the dances and the fun ahead
doesn’t help the situation now. In a short time the social calen
dar will be arranged. This is to include all the fun and social
gatherings that tight-packed schedules will permit. Kids are
kids. After the first few weeks no help or comment will be
needed. That’s one of the troubles knocked for a loop.
* * * *
As this is written', a long afternoon filled with conferences
is over. The army students stated their case, and they did it
fairly. Those few out of the great numbers involved under
stand, as does the editor, more about the situation. This has
been the greatest opportunity for serious, bull sessions yet.
Counter-attacks are healthy, and enlightening.
Army students did not understand why army whistling
should be more terrible than civilian whistling. Neither did the
editor. Army students felt the article to be condescending and
unfair. In the general interpretation it was.
And so, it should be stated that such interpretations were
not anticipated. We are sorry they were not.
See 'Ifou. <lo*U(fld
'l'he assembly tonight ought to be a pretty good deal, to put
in campus slang the general opinion of those who have studied
the program. Soldier students will predominate in the enter
tainment, with a few speeches by University officials. Soldier
students have been excused from nightly study halls for the
assembly, and will attend en masse.
This will be one of the few big, all-campus assemblies of
the vear, since class schedules of soldier students are full, and
they will have few opportunities to participate in assemblies
of this nature.
But the swing band is what people are really raving about
—people that have heard it anyway. Players from big name
bands all over the nation will compose the band, and this is its
first debut on the campus. Previously it had been thought that
the band might play at the Hello dance last Saturday night, but
the boys decided they’d rather have a little more practice and
give the campus a real thrill.
Skits featuring soldiers and a few civilians will also be an
attraction in the forty-five minute program. Donald Dittman
authored the skits and they promise to be plenty good.
Civilians on the campus should be urged to attend the meet
ing to get better acquainted with the soldiers, and to make them
feel a true part of the campus. —M.Y.
JleiteAA, to the ocut&l
Dear M. M.:
A lot of this “khaki-clad por
tion of our student body” has
“gone to a university before” too.
In fact some of us have gone
to universities a lot longer than
almost any Webfoot on this cam
pus. A goodly share of us are
either upper classmen or gradu
ates of some college or univer
sity. “Meeting and talking over
our milkshakes and cokes is
nothing new” to us either for
we’ve been doing it “for a very
great (sic!) many years” on al
most every campus in America
and some in Europe.
“Some girls may have their
own special projects” and some
of us may have ours. “But it is
by no means general or the thing
We admit that we are fre
quently blunt (we call it common
sense) but we deny that we are
mixed up on this score. If girls
could be less “subtle” and a bit
more honest with themselves
they would not be so easily mixed
up over obvious attempts of lone
some young men to strike up ac
quaintance with young women,
who, while they may not be lone
some yet, might soon become so
if we G.I.s were to become dis
gusted with affectation, smug
ness, provincialism, and puritan -
We have gone without femi
nine companionship before and
we can do it again. Some of us
haven’t had a “date” for over a
year. We beseech your indulgence
of our enthusiasm. It will wear
off. Some of us are bored al
Our whistles are compliments,
our stares flattery. But don’t let
them throw vou.
Pvt. H. I. M.
As to the editdrial in the paper
Thursday morning.—In the first
place we are not here for the
purpose of social life or because
we want to be. We are here in
behalf of your own defense, and
it is about time that you all are
realizing it. The fact that we go
c'own to the “Side” is also no
fau’t of ours, and also if some
girls want to be social to us
while we are there doesn’t give
anyone the right to make an is
sue of it. There are a good many
of the girls on the campus that
are nice enough to go with the
boys. Then there are a few snobs
who think that a soldier is just
leading her on and is nothng but
a “here today gone tomorrow”
Girls, we do like to go with
you, but not bow down to you,
the game to be played by two.
So if you don't want to go with
us boys, let us know and we’ll
not molest you in any way.
So to better social understand
ing between khaki and lace this
is dedicated.—Let’s all be friends
Apologies for the whistling.
Pvt. J. D. Mulvehill
My Dear M. M.:
Spurred by your most compli
mentary editorial of “what the
soldier shouldn't,” I have no
bounded feelings. Such pleasant
tries are not always expected.
Perhaps you hold no real mal
ice in your heart for us, and I
assure you we have none for you.
But striking as you did, at such
time-endowed habits, which
have almost become military pre
rogatives, you have flushed our
cheeks. Truly so, in spite of the
conditions attendant to war, gen
tlemanly conduct should never be
compromised . . . But we have
been restrained for quite some
time and subjected to a new en
vironment, featuring much poor
conduct. Is it not feasible to as
sume that somewhere in past
months we, individually, have ac
&l the Jiip
.By PEG HEITSCHM3DT and
First of all, we would like to
put in a good word for that noth
ing but smooth Army band, and
those fascinating characters that
compose it. The vocalist is cutie
Alpha Fee pledge Sue V^felch,
and she is really a bit of all reet,
too. And check for fun, the mad
man of the Friday ASTU assem
bly. Mert Haynes is the name,
and he’s quite a sender.
Seen in Taylor’s last Sunday
afternoon, was the former dream
boy of the Kappa Sig house, Bob
Prowelle, now stationed at Wil
Now It Can Be Told: For the
benefit of all who inquired, that
uniformed cutie Helen Crawford
has been trucking around the
campus with, is none other than
isany s Mouaoir
Novel Room of the Week:
Phyl Evans’ “baby” room at the
Theta house—a nursery, complete
with high-chair, rattl)e, and
mighty cute. Why, Phyl!!
Outstanding couple on the cam
pus for the past few days has
been tall, tan, and terrific Tri
Delt pledge Heidi DeRose and
Ensign Paul Weinberger, 6 foot
9-inch hunk of man. Together,
they’re really hard to top.
Ho, Hum—down to engage
ments again. This time it’s Jean
ette “Shorty” Tucker who sports
a ring. Lucky guy is Dave Ash
roe,—luckier yet ’cause he’s still
on the campus.
Cheez, We Apologize!
Sigma Chis Please Note: This
department hereby extends sin
cere condolences to Hal Martin
for our defamation of character—
a mere miss of the mental fac
tory, because he’s not a Beta,
but a Sigma Chi—so Solly!!
Things are coming to a pretty
pass when a gal can’t even do
her bit for her country any more.
After arriving at the local blood
bank, prepared to offer their ser
vices, Tri-Delts Lynn Ortman,
Dorothy Boiler, Jill Ames, Bar
bara Lesher, and Jean FitzGerald
were turned down flat. Reason
given: the veins in their arms
weren’t large enough!!
quired habits not conventional,
and perhaps a bit antagonizing
to those of sheltered back
grounds? Fortunate we are that
have gained so few.
But, M. M., are you in a posi
tion to citicize? to take us under
your wing? Perhaps it is, instead,
sympathy that you owe us. Did
any one of our group choose to
attend the University of Oregon
when he had free choice? How
many of us jumped joyfully when
informed of our destination? But
army time has strange ways of
making men less “choosey” and
more easily acclimated to condi
tions. It is remarkable how men
stop “griping” about the desert
after a week or two and merely
accustom themselves to the pres
ence of lizards and other pests
whose home they have “invaded.”
Then, too, we do have much
By BILL BUELL
Although “The Youngest Pro
fession” is a story about adoles
cents of high school age, the pic
ture is better suited to the men
tality of much younger children.
—perhaps those in the upper
levels of kindergarden.
There were evidently some kin
dergarden-minded adults in ihe
audience. Every once in a while
a loud guffaw, occasionally even
a mass belly laugh, would arouse
us from our otherwise peaceful
Virginia Weidler plays the
leading role, a high school girl
foaming at the mouth in her
frenzy for scribbled fragments, of
film stars’ penmanship. Perhaps
Virginia is a very clever kid. But
we do not like to hear any very
clever kid show off her limited
histrionic abilities for the full
length of a feature picture.
The aforesaid histrionic abili
ties include: (1) using big words
and flowery phrases in an At
tempt to appear dramatic and so
phisticated; (2) mimicking; (3)
gushing. Virginia is particularly
good at gushing.
The second feature is a typi
cal, fourth-rate, “who-done-it” ?
epic. The story is fully as original
as the title—“Murder on the Wa
Also on the same bill at
“Mac” is a “March of T.
short. “. . . And Then Japan." It
is well worth sitting through the
two feature pictures to see this
first rate film essay on Tojo’s
Far Eastern empire.
Japan Is Growing Fat .
Japan is already growing nit
on her conquests, according to
the editors of the film. Shiploads
of oil, rubber, and strategic met
als from the subjugated coun
tries steam into Nipponese har
bors daily. Business and indus
try are booming. Propaganda
films and Shinto rites keep the
people contented with their lot
and proud of their army’s victor
Nippon is positiv
the war, and is
keep fighting for a
to defend her new empire. Her
army and navy are still first ra|£,
She will never surrender until an
all-out offensive against the is
land homeland crushes her power
“. . . And Then Japan” should
have a sobering effect upon hap
py little optimists who flit about
saying that the war will be al
most over as soon as Adolf pats
e she will!
work here and little time for
play. And any kind of a smile
from a pretty girl is a wonder
ful help to a man. Our presence
here is obligatory and designed to
promote a better post-war world
for yon, M. M., as well as a fRv
others. I sincerely hope that end
is gained . . . and soon ... So
please, “Get down off your
broom” and return those smiles
sometime. . . .
George Douglas Noble, Jr.
Susan Campbell hall.
ST, MARY'S EPISCOPAL CHURCH
13th and Pearl
Student Canterbury Club, 6 to 7,
Wednesday—7 a.m., Communion, Gerlinger Hall
Rev. E. S. Bartlam, Rector Phone 4606 or 4808
Miss Caroline Hines, Student Adviser Ph. 4605-J or 4808