■ iintimmiiiiiniiuuininniiHiiiim iinmiiiHfraimnHmiHimiitiiniinuiiiHiirmiiiiiniinnmnmumfmiiiiH) Oregon W Emerald MARJORIE MAJOR EDITOR ELIZABETH EDMUNDS BUSINESS MANAGER MARJORIE YOUNG Managing Editor ARLISS BOONE Advertising Manager Charles Politz, Joanne Nichols Associate Editors Shirley Stearns, Executive Secretary Anne Craven, Assistant Managing Editor Pvt. Bob Stephensen, Warren Miller, Army Co-editors Carol Greening, Betty Ann Stevens, Co-Women’s Editor’s Bill Lindley, Staff Photographer 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. The Women’s Athletic association, more' commonly known as WAA, is at the present time without a president, a treasurer, or a constitution. Furthermore, the association has a balance of exactly thirteen dollars and twenty-eight cents in its treasury. So far, no definite year’s schedule has been brought forth, with the exception of the intramural contests between women’s living organizations. Council members have just last night for the first time obtained anything like a quorum to act upon the resignation of Janet Ross, former president. This resignation brings to public attention the doings of WAA. And since a large percentage of the feminine portion of the students elected its officers, since the association is sup posedly for the benefit of all women students, such attention is fully warranted. * * * * The main cause for worry, or condemnation is the state of the association’s finances. It is obviously very bad. Further more, at the present time there appears no good reason for sub sidizing the organization for the year, since no program has been advanced. What in the world is the function of WAA on thi's campus? Why elect officers to a defunct organization? Who exactly is interested in WAA? Are its leaders, particularly, devoting the time and effort necessary, or is the whole thing just too much work? If intramurals and physical education special interest clubs constitute the only work of WAA, why bother with it? Why not return the gym socks, and the volley balls to the physical education department and forget th* rest of the women on campus? Most of the women on the campus have forgotten WAA whether or not they belong. Why shouldn’t they? They know little or nothing about it, and care less. This situation is wrong in war time when sports with their attendant fun, release, and health benefits should be available in generous amounts to all students. Friday nights have grown empty. Dates are practically non existent. Consequently, it is more than possible that many girls would appreciate and enjoy a Friday play night—swimming, ping pong, badminton, shuffle board, all going at once. The turnout would increase as the WAA council really put muscle and elbow grease into the project. Perhaps some girls on the campus might enjoy a special date to do exercises to music, incidentally getting rid of the inevitable nervous tension that comes with studies and ac tivities. Concerning war work, the WAA might obtain permission to throw open the now empty rooms in Gerlinger hall to war committee meetings, might offer help to either organizations in pushing campaigns to earn money and later resume their own financial obligation to stay well on top. * * * * No one on the campus wants to kick an organization at the count of nine. Hut WAA is a blank spot on the campus picture right now. A blank spot which should concern member stu dents, if they want a really interesting athletic organization which recognizes even the most casual requests for some sports program. WAA, perhaps more than any other organization, has wide facilities for putting over its projects with a bang. Students will enter such projects IF they are set out well. Nobody has to be urged to have a good time., and neither do they have to be pushed into a swimming party. * * * * If WAA is to continue, and more than that, if it is to get back on its feet to stand shoulder high with other activities it must: 1. Formulate and approve an up-to-date constitution. 2. Jack up the financial deficit lurking just around the corner. 3. Settle the officer problem. 4. Put over a “show ’em” campaign to regain campus sup port. The first three weeks of school are over. In other words, it’s about time the council started on these things. How they do it, or if they do it at all is up to them. —M.M. About Roy Pout IdetA&n . . . THE Character Returns By CHAS. POLITZ The man who made the “House of Characters” famous, but who eternally neglected to mention that he—was the greatest char acter of them all—returned to the campus on furlough over the weekend. Roy Paul Nelson, ex-managing editor of the Oregana, art editor of the Emerald, softball twirler extraordinary, humor columnist unfathomable, and now in train ing for the disintegration of the marine corps at the University of Southern California, was back on the stamping grounds he loves, loves. Greeting of Endearment “Hello Honey,” was the greet ing of endearment of Canard club’s famous publicist and for mer resident of Canard club. This is the standard R. P. Nelson greeting bestowed on men, ani mals, and girls alike. It means that he was glad to see us. “Our setup down at USC is swell. Canard club practically runs the place. There are six of us, uh—them (meaning charac ters) there. Jack Billings; Bob "Bruiser” Simpson—the fellow who is still trying to find a date —can’t understand it—Carl Back strom—he’s getting married next month; Art Murphy; and Roy Paul Nelson—also Steve Bristol.” The Door Will Open The door opens. Steve Bristol, ex-art major and sarcasm artist, not-ex enters wearing marine “greens,” sits down. He’s home on furlough too. Nelson, wearing “dress blues” continues, “There are over 50 'I’m an Okie’ Poet Says By PEGGY OVERLAND “I’m a true Oklahoman—an Okie—and you can make any thing you want to out of that,” said Don Blanding, well-known poet, author and lecturer, in an interview held while he was au tographing his latest book, “Pi lot Bails Out,” at Russell’s book store Monday. Okie or not, Blanding is one of the most popular modern poets of the present day, and is known among his followers as the vaga bond poet. “I have appeared in grand op era, worked in hayfields, drawn newspaper cartoons, managed a little theater, painted fences one week and dowagers the next—in Paris, Chicago, Hollywood, Hono lulu and innumerable points in between,” the big, amiable poet said, “and each of my books has represented a phase of my life as I passed through it. I couldn’t say anyone of them was my fa vorite, perhaps ‘Vagabond House’ because it was my first, but the book that is to be written is al ways the most interesting to me.” Army Like a Car Looking bigger and healthier since his six months’ army train ing, Blanding describes his army life in terms of the family car. “She runs along smoothly enough on pavement, but put her over rough roads . . . Well, I found it had been 25; years since I’d done any soldiering. So they turned me out to do something I could do better.” Which is the building-up of morale among ci vilians, through such poems as "Pilot Bails Out” from which his latest book takes its title, and through other writings and lec tures. Blanding was particularly im pressed with the men of the air forces, and their dare-deviltry and disciplined courage. His new book is dedicated to them, and it is perhaps in this book that his greatest poem is to be found— Oregon fellows at ‘SC.’ ” “What courses do the marines make you take?” “PE,” Nelson answers. “I’m majoring in journalism.” He un buckles the white leather belt with the shiny gold buckle, lays it on the drawing table. “Easier to breathe,” he says. He takes his high-peaked white cap off. He is in the house. The “SC” Girls “We have to take 18 hours, but we can choose our courses just as we did at Oregon. I’d rather choose courses at Oregon.” “The ‘SC’ girls? All they’ve got are suntans, sweaters, and big cars, and the funny part of it is they have to drive around alone. We’re not allowed to ride in the cars or with the girls.” “Yehhhh.” This from Bristol. Nelson tugs at his GI (“gym issue” socks. “USC socks are not conspicuous like Oregon PE socks no writing on them at all.” Bris tol was wearing his own socks. They were stamped “Bristol” on the tops. He Told Us “Did I tell you about the time I walked beside Linda Darnell at the Actors vs. Leading Men base ball benefit?” The story could have improved in a half an hour. She was in a car. She’s the most beautiful thing on legs—kind of awfully beautifull.” He confided to us later that he “kind of” likes Linda Darnell. “Veronica Lake was in the next car. Kind of pale with freckles.” This description was leveled at Miss Lake. And Mickey Rooney “I talked to Mickey Rooney Saturday night.” This from Bris tol. “We were at the Person room bar in the Sir FranMs Drake. The two girls I was with —one of them was a friend of the other—wanted his autograph, so when we got into the lobby, there he is, red shiny nose, long shaggy blond hair and everything. “I went up to him and said ‘Mick, do you have a pencil? Those girls over there would like your autograph! And he said, ‘No, Mac, sorry I haven’t!” Nelson put on his belt and cap and left to complete training at the University of Southern Cali fornia. Bristol, never having re moved his belt or cap, left. /I £Up, oj the JUifi , By PEG HEITSCHMIDT and BOBBI BEALER £) Rally, rally—what a game! The fellas really showed. And did you gals check for appeal and ability numbers 77 and 16— Kulesch and Valesano, by name. In town this weekend on furloughs and various (ahem) business, were A1 Crow, Kappa Sig,t and Cleon Nesbitt, Theta Chi, who blew in looking mighty fine in his marine blues. Wally Staley, Pi Kap, was home on furlough from the army glider force recently, also. The Deep South Sez From the deep South comes news that Kappa Sig’s Harold Beyers is playing third string fullback for UCLA. He’s one of the navy V-12’ers there. No column these days would be complete without one engage ment announcement. This time it’s Marge Pengra, newly elected Phi Theta, who sports a dia mond. Ronnie Paul is his name— former Eugene boy, now with the meteorologists at Reed col lege. We Glimpsed Glimpsed among the many cou “Soldier, What Did You See?” It is to have its premier Sunday, October 24, when John Charles Thomas will sing it on his Wes tinghouse hour, 11:30 a.m. to 12 noon. The musical score was ar ranged by Norman Soreng Right, the gifted young Western com poser, who submitted it to Thom as. Can’t Stay Put Blanding’s new home now is Hollywood, although it cannot be strictly called “home” since the poet finds it difficult to stay in any one place longer than two years. “Hawaii was my home the longest of any I have ever had. I lived on and off there for over ten years and then returned a few years ago by clipper. That doesn’t mean though that I can speak pure Hawaiian.” He stabbed at the air with his Rooseveltian cigarette-holder for emphasis. “I speak a half-white language that the younger gen eration speaks, but nothing more. Blanding is already working upon a post-war book, on the theme: “After the peace we pick up the pieces,” borrowed from the philosophy of the cyclone areas. It will develop further the new message which he has based his latest book upon, that of young fighting America, its feel ings and urgent questions. pies at Saturday’s dance wgce Deegee Jean Murray and Dick Woods. Dick, a former SAE here, was passing through on his way to Willamette and navy V-12. And speaking of the dance, would someone pleez tell us where you soldiers learned tp ut terbug? Never have we seen n ballroom calisthenics! Wow! Who Are They? Ask Chi O DeeDee McConnell who “Pal,” “Jed,” and “Dolly” are. There’s no ca#use for worry —they’re her favorite horses, and she sees them quite regularlyr" Margaret Ball, ADPi pledge, recently acquired a friendship ring that IS a friendship ring zircons and rubies, no less. The donor of the gift is at present with the armed forces at Bend. Encore Don Bridenstine, Phi Delt, vis ited the campus of late with an encore' in sfght soon, according to the Gamma Phis—most par ticularly Martha Harrold. Twin brother Darrell is now with the marines in the south Pacific. Chi O Betty Hoag, after a three week delay, finally got to see her ATO from OSC this week end—His name’s Tom E(f8n. She’s happy now. According to soldier-students stationed here, Kappas Patsy Griffin, Virginia Collins, and Marilyn Hill are really on the beam.