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harlowe bohn finally is out of
the hospital . . . quite a long
stay he had . . . (the nursing
staff: miss church, miss wasem,
etc., kept him amused) ... ha
. . . ha.
new ■ order in the 51st aafttd
foreshadows the day when the
f&adtable . . . hitherto reserved
for officers . . . will be reserved
for those patient few who will
not yet be officers . . .
smell of football in the Satur
day afternoon and we went to a
game . . . rough and tumble . . .
tumble . . . the a.s.t.u. boys
looked aggressive but ragged
. . . the great disappointment was
tackle pedersen (mannerheim
line of the a.s.t.u. who turned
out to be more of a barbed-wire
entanglement) . . . but a scrap
py little guard ... no. 33 on your
score card . . . did a fine job. . .
on to the night game . . . the
dance at the igloo . . . sgt. page
ajui wife ... a couple of ’gates
for sure . . . did you hear jack,
the new york tenor-sax man
schmaltze a colman hawkins on
“body and soul” . . . requested by
al young and his alpha phi . . .
bob brandt escorted a statuesque
creature in white and an orchid.
(■ ow it can be told: at the “hel
lo dance one of the boys enjoyed
himself with a ‘blind date’ who
said ... we quote *. . . “oh, i
don’t mind dating like this, i’ve
worked in a u.s.o. before” . . . we
unquote . . . then for contrast
there was the bubbling young
thing who gurgled: “gee, it’s nice
to go on a date with a fella
^gain” ...
lower study hall in the libe has
a "table for incorrigibles” insti
"irs TIME TO GO
STEPPING IN MY NEW
We've been busy alt day, my pretty
Magic Strides and I... but are we
tired? I should say not! Magic ,
Strides' comfort features may i
be hidden, but my feet certainly
can fee/ eml And they're so dew
erly styled, I can wear them from
dawn through datetimer*
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men looking for news of their
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made available copies of her file
in the journalism building.
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itary scope of the page and yet
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phrase is used will receive an in
terview and big personality cov
erage by Dick Murway, ace air
corps columnist.
The rumor that it will rain ev
ery time the flights or sections
fall out in raincoats is entirely
unfounded. The army has not yet
requisitioned precipitation.
tuted by the kindergarten moni
tor-system that 1 . . h . . and 1.
are enforcing . . . the major of
fenders, seated under harris’
nose and forbidden to speak, are:
nemerowe, crew chief; bemstein,
co-pilot; fisher, navigator; an
derson, bombardier; bevins, tail
gunner; and hodgson, chief riv
eter . . .
a brass inlaid potential flight
member offered a pint of his
blood . . . was refused at the
blood bank . . . but did his bit by
visiting a local garage and giv
ing a prestone transfusion to a
car radiator . . . anything to help,
that’s the spirit, bill . . .
the blood that Charles (atlas)'
illick offers is powerful stuff . . .
it would give any ordinary man
about twice the mileage per pint
of plasma . . .
yutch
The University of Virginia is
appropriately observing the bi
centennial of the birth of its
founder—Thomas Jefferson.
FELLAS!
Meet your girl
here Friday night
for that extra
special coke date.
Give her one of our de
♦
licious toasted cheese
sandwiches and you’ll
really rate.
THE
IEM0N-0
In Cor. 13th and Alder
“Doc” Ireland, Prop.
Hail to Thee,
Blithe Spirits
Before reading any further,
scratch behind your left ear . . .
Now that you have done that, and
if you are a faithful reader you
will have, you may quit reading
if you care to, for this is going
to be a clean story . . . and if
you aren’t going to quit just to
get in the true spirit of this story,
go wash your hands.
. . . Do it; don’t, you don’t
want to taint this story, do you?
And if you do, don’t read it. This
story is not intended for your
sort if you’re that sort—and if
you don’t wash your hands you
are that sort.
Now that these few formali
ties are over with, I bid a gra
cious hello to the few persevering
readers that have forged ahead to
this point. (For more effect
again scratch behind left ear.)
Now, Story:
In the year 1943 there laughed
a blonde sophisticate on the Uni
versity of Oregon campus. She
was young. She was beautiful.
She was reminiscent of that pe
riod of the shining star that the
knight of the round table so of
ten gave his one pint of blood
for—if he weighed over 135
(out of armor). And so let you vi
sion the fairest of aHjwenches and
she still will not compare with
Irene. (Irene is the name of the
young sophisticate who is so
wonderful in case I didn’t men
tion it before and you are won
dering who Irene is.)
In physics class the students
went to the blackboard. Each put
a name above his work. Weber
wrote E. L. Hoff above his work.
Lutton labeled his work "L. A.
Weber.” Futsher wrote Chas. II
lick above his problem and Smith
gave credit to "Igor Skavinsky”
... So on all around the black
board ... no man actually signed
his own work ... (in that re
spect it resembled a test). Came
to discuss the problems and Dr.
Wilson (cagy pedagogue that he
is) decided to grade the men on
their board work. Iloff got credit
for Weber’s work, Weber for Lut
ton’s efforts, Ulick got the grade
Futsher deserved (confusing,
isn’t it?) . . . all but Smith.
Smith got nothing. There was no
"Igor Skavinsky” listed on the
Flight F roster. Flight F is in
the air corps.
Since the middle ages a wooden
mallet, pounded on each stair
case, has been the signal for ris
ing at Worcester college, Oxford.
Cadet Henry Wolf, of the*ASTP
and a former pre-law student at
the University of Wisconsin, was
elected president of the Purdue
university union board.
You ain’t got money,
You ain’t got looks;
So you better carry
Your own darn books.
The above pome was enclosed
for the benefit of all you poetry
lovers. If you don’t like it, try a
course in Knglish Lit. If you still
don’t like it . . . well, I’ll be out
of range anyway.
Men sing of their Kappas; they
rave about their Alpha Chi’s;
they drift into slumber at night
to the lullaby of angels (known
in the daytime as Pi Phis). Those
DG eyes haunt them; those The
ta lips gray their hair; Gamma
Phi beauty drives them ever
towards madness. And they still
live on!—Live on to wail out their
mournful tale to the moon and
Dr. Anthony from high atop
Skinner’s Butte.
Just what are these creatures
called “sorority girls” ? And what
is this thing called a “sorority”?
To “Pat” Murphy it’s a nice
place to rest after a hard day in
physics lab (with ALL the desir
able fixtures.
To the girls, well, there are dif
ferent versions. The little pledge
will tell you that it’s where moth
er sends her darling daughter
’cause she knows she’ll be a good
girl there—this with one eye
fixed fearfully on the upraised
clubs in the hands of twenty or
thirty sorority sisters gathered
round. To Sophie the Soph it’s
“The place where all the frat
boys gather for recreation.”
From Miss Junior: “What do you
think I come to school for any
way—an education?” And the
senior—oh well, who believes a
senior anyway!
All of which brings forth this
daffynition of a "sorority girl”:
A human, or at least living, be
ing who, under the pretext of
seeking an education, endeavors
to induce the male specie to con
centrate its attention upon her
and, by such induction, ultimate
ly tears down the morale and in
dividualism of said male specie.
P.S. Who cares about morale
and individualism anyway?
* * *
Generally Spealdn: ;
Orchids to you, Oregon coed,
for throwing open your doors to
campus military personnel. Those
house parties “hit the spot."
* * *
Hear ye! Hear ye! Let it be
known that both "Smoothie” Bob
Rath and B. T. O. Pence reside
on first floor, Unit I of John
Straub hall. All social calls wel
come!!!
• • *
A message from the chaplain
to the fellows: If she looks young,
she’s old; if she looks old, she’s
young; if she looks back, follow
her! •
FRESH FISH
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Phone 2309
ASTU Waddle
Smoothing Out
By DAVID PIERCE
As the ASTU ‘‘Brainbusters”
swing into their second game,
the team shapes up nicely into a
clean, hard-hitting outfit. Tim
ing in the backfield likewise is
being smoothed. The team is be
ginning to work together to rope
"Stacio’s Stallions” from the
cavalry.
The ends last week were par
ticularly outstanding. Big, jovial
Leo Martin, who snagged that
pass from Jay Wisner to set up
the lone army score, seems to
have been throwing a little him
self. Scene of action: the steps
of the ADPi house last Saturday
night.
Vandor Objects
Vandor, the Duck wingman,
has asked this scribe to make
public his name is all one word,
Vandor.
Chuck Norris, now gridding it
out in the pill palace, got rather
a complimentary remark from his
PE instructor for one of his down
field tackles. Seems that the
comment was, “That’s the first
time I’ve seen big Norris move
all year.”
Pinnlck Laid Up
Bob Pinnick, romping fullback,
will be out of action this week
because of a sprained ankle. He
figures he wants to save it and
get in on the next tilt.
Tuesday night Coach Warren
had the gridders work out in the
field house just off McArthur
court. It was rumored that it
might rain. The dope sheet’s prog
nostication is that the threat of
rain will not again interfere with
practice of the Webfoot gridmen.
'OKLAHOMA KID"
with Janies Cagney
and Humphrey Bogart
'THE GOOD
FELLOWS"
with Cecil Kellaway
Betty Grable and
George Montgomery in
"CONEY ISLAND"
"JOHNNY
DOUGHBOY
with Jane Withers
Warner Baxter in
"CRIME DOCTOR"
"SILVER SPURS"
with Roy Rogers
'The Skgs
the Limit'
Fred Astaire
Joan Leslie