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Oregon
Emerald
MARJORIE MAJOR ELIZABETH EDMUNDS
EDITOR BUSINESS MANAGER
MARJORIE YOUNG ARLISS BOONE
Managing Editor Advertising Manager
Shirley Stearns, Executive Secretary Carol Greening, Betty Ann Stevens,
Anne Craven, Assistant Managing Editor Co-Women’s Editor’s
Pvt. Bob Stephensen, Warren Miller, Bill Lindley, Staff Photographer
Army Co-editors 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.
*7lie ^bniue H On. . .
Friday night marked the opening of the 1943 University of
Oregon war bond drive.
Civilian students paid for their dinners last night by the
purchase of “meal tickets” in the form of 10-cent war stamps
None of them, we hope, considered the price excessive—it
was certainly well below OPA ceilings. And since they ate the
dinner and added the stamps to their books, they lost nothing on
the deal—it was all pure profit, a Scotchman’s dream of a beau
tiful bargain.
But the victory dinner isn’t the bond drive committee’s only
scheme for putting Oregon’s quota over the top—there’s also
“no-dessert night,” and the victory booth, and a rally dance,
and auction sales, and several other tentative projects, all de
signed to lure the ever-lovim’ from reluctant Webfoot pockets.
The “no-dessert” plan was used last year with notable suc
cess. Several hundred Oregon dollars, were added to the service
scholarship fund by means of this program. Under the plan,
all campus living organizations gave up dessert one night each
week, donating the money saved to the service scholarship fund.
After the war, returning Oregon alums will attend the Univer
sity and complete their interrupted educations through this
fund.
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Arrangements for the victory booth in the University Co-op
have not yet been fully worked out. Stamps are now on sale
there, and it is hoped that the setting up of a victory booth ex
clusively for the sale of stamps will be found feasible.
Next week a bond drive barometer will appear in the Co-op.
The barometer will show Oregon's quota and record the daily
progress toward it. The barometer’s figures will reveal Oregon’s
per capita quota as compared with other west coast universi
ties, announcing our relative advancement.
This year the war bond drive committee is especially stress
ing individual purchases of stamps and bonds on every possible
occasion—not just donations to the house or to special funds,
but additional private buying.
The war bond drive topped its quota last year and ranked
as one of the nation’s highest in bond sales per capita. This year
it should do even better. Judging from the decrease in scholar
ships given out and student loans requested, Oregon students
are in the money this year. The money can be put to no better
use than war bonds and stamps to make victorv not onlv certain
but soon. —J.N.
Sentimental ? tyon Set. . .
A marine' stepped from the train on a rainy Eugene morn
ing, headed straight for the campus. It was Sunday. The cam
pus buildings and surroundings were like a Bel Geddes model
of Goldsmith’s “Deserted Village,” though lacking the more
dilapidated aspects of that scene.
Churchgoers had not vet risen. The breakfast crowd had
just begun to congregate at Taylor’s. The marine entered that
establishment, ordered a cup of coffee and a heated butterhorn,
and sat down.
As he sat in the booth, alone, soaking (he had not taken time
to unpack his raincoat) his face changed from the pink flush
of windswept rain to the deep crimson of emotional excitement.
A smile, four lanes wide, raced from ear to ear.
What’s so unusual about a smiling marine, wet or dry, you
will ask.
Nothing unusual—just significant.
Significant because that marine, on 12-day furlough from a
training base three full days by train from Eugene, returned to
the campus he had called home before he went on to visit his
parents in Portland.
He spent the next two days on the campus, renewing old
acquaintances, laughing with former professors over GPAs that
could have been, calling up all the girls whose first names he
could remember, but mostly just wandering over the campus—
HIS campus.
Yes, hispampus; the one place where he had been king,
where he could imagine himself a BMOC if no one else could.
That’s why he stopped off at Oregon before he went to see the
folks at home. Here was his “spot of earth.”
Sentimental? You bet; nothing but.
War breeds sentiment,- and some of it is good. This is some
of that brand.
This is the sentiment that makes those of us at home fight
And Still They Wait
Globally Speaking
By BILL SINNOTT
The recent recall of Felipe Espil, the Argentine ambassador
to the United States brings our relations with Argentina, the
“problem child’’ of the new world, to the breaking point. Espil’s
recall was punctuated by Roosevelt’s successful protest against
the Buenos Aires government’s ban of all Jewish newspapers.
We believed at first that the revolt of the military junta
against the Castillo regime marked the end of the Argentine
policy of strict neutrality. In
stead, the Ramirez dictatorship
has been even more neutral and
reactionary, than its predeces
sors.
Irigoyen
Argentine politics for the past
forty year’s have bee centered
around one man—Irigoyen. Iri
goyen founded the radical party.
The radical party broke the pow
er of the conservative oligarchy
for the first time in Argentine
history in 1916.
Irigoyen kept Argentina neu
tral in the last year. In 1928 he
was elected president again. His
arbitrary rule split the radical
party into two wings—the per
sonalistas and the Anti-person
alistas.* Irigoyen in 1938 was 78'
years old, slightly mad—in his
anecdotage, in fact. His follow
ers were so corrupt and ineffi
cient that the 1930 army revolt
was generally popular.
Concordancia
The conservatives and anti-per
sonalistas formed the concordan
cia which has ruled Argentina
ever since. The concordancia rep
resents Argentina’s 2,000 families
—the ranch-owning class.
The ranching class desires to
keep Argentina an agrarian
country. Their rigging of Argen
tine elections would give bosses
Hague and Kelly some pointers.
They dread immigration and in
dustrialization, as this would
mean the end of their power.
Argentina has always been ex
tremely nationalistic. The coun
try has made tremendous strides
in the past forty years. The Ar
gentines have made Buenos Aires
into the most magnificent and
flamboyant city in the Ameri
cas.
Dislike for Reasons
They dislike us for many rea
sons. There is, of course, the eter
nal beef controversy. We ban Ar
gentine beef from America un
der the pretext that it is lousy
with the bacilli of the hoof and
mouth disease. This tnfuriaties
all classes in Argentina, for their
meat is the world’s finest.
Argentina regards herself as
the predominant power south of
us. She automatically opposes
everything the United States
backs. She especially resents our
lend-lease aid to Brazil, her tra
ditional rival.
Movies Don’t Help
Our movies of Argentine life
have surely helped the good
neighbor policy. Metro-Goldwyn
Mayer seems to believe all Ar
gentine males are patent-haired
gigolos. Riots always break out
when Hollywood movies of Ar
gentine life are shown in the
country.
Our sending of missionaries to
the country maddens the Argen
tines. They truthfully say they
are a “whiter” country than we
are. Their upper classes have a
far higher culture standard than
ours.
80 Per Cent Pro-Democratic
Nevertheless 80 per cent of the
Argentines are pro-democratic.
They ardently desire a United Na
tions victory. Public opinion is
hopelessly gagged by the state of
siege under which the junta rules.
The two leading Buenos Aires pa
pers. the “Prensa” and the “Na
cion” are powerful advocates of
our cause. The “Prensa” is the
world’s best newspaper—better
than the New York Times.
The present regime will not last
as military rule is alien to the
Argentine nation.
The DePauw, twice-weekly
publication of DePauw university,
has been published since 1852.
harder to get tins mess cleared up so that the men may return
to the campus they knew, the campus that was home to them.
The boys in the service are burning the candle at their end.
They're fighting so that they may return to take up where thev
left off.
In the months to come many ex-Oregon men will step off
trains on rainy mornings, head straight for the campus, there
to wander through a day now past, and looks forward to a day
in the future.
If that's sentimental, make the most of it.
C.P.
WantMail?
Here’sHow
■ Want to get “heaps” of mail?
Take a tip from the letter-ac
quiring strategy of Frances An
derson, the gii'l who forced the
postal service to recall Jim Far
ley to handle the overflow.
Miss Anderson, junior in lib
eral' arts, corresponds daily with
a certain very special divebomber
instructor at Miami, Florida’s
naval air station.
Last week she decided to really
give the boy a thrill. She wr^.\!
nine letters to the man who dives j
and bombs, mailed them all^ at
once.
Mail Over Food
Men in the armed services
would rather receive mail than
eat. The men at the Miami air
station are no exception. The dive
bomber instructor’s comrades
were impressed, decided such mo
rale-building efforts deserved re
taliation in kind.
Result: Five days later Fran
ces Anderson received 13 letters
addressed to “Miss F. Anderson.”
(They didn’t know her first name
because she had used just “F|
Anderson” in the return address
corner.)
One letter was from a group
of married men who asked heritor
her picture. One boy apologized
for getting personal, but felt
that “F. Anderson” was kinda
formal, so I’ll call you Effie.”
Ther|e was a letter from a
group of bachelors, and one from
the chief bomber instructor. „
Only one letter was mis^.r’
Miss Anderson’s “man’ —
didn't write.
'The Sky's *
the Limit'
Fred Astaire
Joan Leslie
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