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Compton Junior College
Compton, California
Nov. 1, 1943
Dear Editor:
„ . . thinking it only “reet” and
proper for the mighty Oregon
lads and lassies to share this “bit
of you’ll find out,” I talked my
self into sending this masterpiece
dedicated to the ASTPs all over
the world. This morsel was sent
to me via Alabama by those
“never say die” Fijis Dick and
Ed Atiyeh. I hope this doesn’t
cause too much furore among the
Oregon ASTPs (after all, the
ASTPs are fine men—I’m one.)
This can be sung only to the
tune of “On Zerbrowskerwitz
High" . . .
ASTP Chant
Take down that service flag, dar
ling,
Tour fellow's in ASTP.
I’ll never get hurt by a slide-rule,
So that gold star never need be.
I'm just “Joe College" in khaki,
More boy scout than soldier—me.
So take down that service flag,
honey,
I'm still in ASTP.
\Ve study so-o-o hard at the Libe
To work up to B-3.
A glass of ah!coke in one hand,
And a Eugene belle on one knee.
You know I work hard on my
physics,
iOn history and geography.
So cheer up, my sweet, don't
worry,
And in time I’ll be a big P.F.C.
I learn English and Banking in
pool halls,
And by Braille (remainder of this
line unfortunately lost. Copy
upon request.)
I'm getting a broad education
In this glorified ROTC.
They starve me to death in the
mess hall
And run me to death in P.E.
And then they expect me to
study.
This guy is in ASTP.
I'm willing to fight for my coun
try,
But can’t (ill “I get a degree.”
So take down that service flag,
darling,
I'm still in the ASTP.
The End (with many apologies
to ASTPs).
Oregon luminaries gracing the
campus are Wesley Jackson, Dean
Sempert (of last year's frosh
'basketball team), Irving Potter,
the Emerald "luibba” man Harry
Gliekmnn, and “Pride of the Phi
Delts” Dan Krieger . . . and how
We miss ol’ U. of O.
Paul Basche, ’45.
Lose Something?
Students having lost articles
recently should make inquiries at
the lost and found office in the
heating plant, it was announced.
Articles found last week were:
It bandanas, one kid and one
cloth glove, three pairs of glass
es, one of which was in a green
case and was found on 13th
street, a ruler and a compass.
Textbooks which were brought
to the office are: College Spell
ng, Intermediate Algebra, Eng
lish Composition, Rational Theol
ogy, and Three Dialogues Be
tween Hylas and Philonous.
Many memo and notebooks were
also turned in.
Michigan's famed Willie Hes
ton scored more than 110 touch
idowns from 1901 to 1905.
Oregon
MARJORIE MAJOR ELIZABETH EDMUNDS
EDITOR BUSINESS MANAGER
MARJORIE YOUNG ARLISS BOONE
Managing Editor Advertising Manager
ANNE CRAVEN
News Editor
Charles Politz, Joanne Nichols
Associate Editors
EDITORIAL BOARD
Edith Newton ' Norris Yates
Shirley Stearns, Executive Secretary
Pvt. Bob Stephensen, Warren Miller,
Army Co-editors
Carol ureemng, ±setty Ann btevens,
Co-Women’s Editor’s
Bill Lindley, Staff Photographer
Carol Cook, Chief Night Editor
Norris Yates, Sports Editor
Published daily during the college year except bundays, Mondays, ana nonaays ana
final examination periods by the Associated Students, University of Oregon.
Entered as second-class matter at the postoffice. Eugene, Oregon.
Za-i4f 3>oed 9t. . .
We’re in the midst of tire World Student Service fund drive,
we have just finished a cigarette drive, and a book drive is be
ginning. Before long the Christmas seal campaign will begin,
the dime-digging dinners and scrap drives are becoming weekly
procedures in the majority of living organizations.
All of these money or material-raising drives have worthy
objectives. They mean a great deal if and when they are suc
cessful. More worry and headaches, more telephone calls and
conferences go into each dollar contributed than the average
student realizes.
But if students’ pocketbooks. and time are to be considered,
may we suggest a little more cooperation on the dates at which
these drives occur? One drive at one time, carried through to
successful conclusion, is more valuable than three or four drives
going on at once, with only mediocre results.
Reports made to the executive council should always in
clude definite weeks during which an organization’s project
will be put over to avod overlapping. In the case of the war
board’s cigarette drive, this report was not made, consequently
the WSSF drive went temporarily by the board.
Student leaders ought to cooperate and confer with one an
other so that each group may have a fair chance to complete its
particular service schedule. Campus contributors can be gen
erous with cigarettes, books, money, stamps, and coat hangers,
but they cannot be generous with these items when the drives
arc piled on within only a few weeks.
Like the famous cartoon of two donkeys trying to reach
water bv pulling in opposite directions, it is plain that students
can make successful drives only if they go together.
—MAI.
fiacJz ta the Cocaan ?
Custom and tradition is a two-headed animal. W e cannot
live without these cultural.Siamese twins. They are the founda
tion of a stable, well-functioning society. They are the roots
from which an integrated culture is evolved.
But custom and tradition must he broken if progress is to
continue clearing a path into the wilderness that is the future.
Progress cannot he halted, slowed, or hogged down hv tradi
tional ways of life MERELY because these practices have be
come an established part of our social setup.
Tradition must have a constructive reason for living or it
must die. a victim of the irresistible march of progress. In truth,
of course, tradition is not destroyed at all; the old behavior
habit is simply replaced by a new one.
But some people do not want their old behavior habits
changed, no matter how useless or antiquated they may be.
Thev want to fold their napkins the same way they have al
ways folded them. They want to eat peas with a fork just the
wav their mother's mother had been taught by Emily Post’s
mother's mother. Thev are against progress on the grounds
that it is something different, something that their fathers
had been against because it was something different.
And this is no fairy story. America today is filled with
groups of these progress saboteurs. They want America to win
the war, lose the peace by climbing back into its own steam
heated. plush-carpeted cocoon when the Japs and Germans
no longer a menace to our way of life, there to stay while the
world blissfully goes to pot again. Say these noble Americans,
“Let the wrecks that are Poland, Czechoslovakia, Greece, and
Prance sow the seeds of decay again in the fertilizer that is
their present shambles."
We at the University are supposed to be interested in the
future of America. That, we are told, is what we are fighting
to preserve. Let us look to that preservation with constructive
plans for the peace to follow, plans that involve progress, not
retrogression to the state of the cocoon.
—C.P.
. A..
Up From UO
By PEGGY OVERLAND
He climbed the ladder to success on what he was advised
would ruin him if he didn’t correct it—poor grades. That doesn’t
sound like much sense but then Edgar “Buck” Buchanan, '25,
didn’t specialize in sensible living. He liked having a good time,
and so far as he was concerned, sweating over a high GPA.
didn’t figure in that. And so he became an actor.
Buchanan’s arrival into the ranks of the top-flight stars was
never preceded by the “starving
in a garret” period. This man of
whom Mark Hellinger once com
mented, “a gentleman named Ed
gar Buchanan is a potential star
if ever I saw one,” began his pre
cocious career back in his under
graduate days at Oregon. On the
advice of his father he had en
rolled in pre-medics at the Uni
versity, preparatory to becom
ing a dentist, but his lack of am
bition presently brought his GPA
to an alarming sag. His sister
recommended a dramatic appre
ciation course as a “sure-fire
snap that even he couldn’t help
making a good grade in.”
The answer is apparent*It was
a snap for Edgar Buchanan, and
it also sounded the death knell
to a career in dentistry. How
ever, he was still not too sure of
himself, so once again on the rec
ommendation of his father, he
abandoned the Theta Chi bull ses
sions, the Very Little Theater
and the Guild hall where he had
been the star performer, and en
rolled at the North Pacific Den
tal college.
Here he managed to snag the
presidency of the student body,
a wife, and a diploma. His wife
was Mildred Spence, who was
specializing in children’s dentist
ry and doing it brilliantly. At
least doing it brilliantly enough
to tutor Buchanan through col
lege and win the diploma for him.
After their graduation both
the Buchanans terminated their
offices and for ten years made a
success of their professions. How
ever, Buck Buchanan was spend
ing as much time as possible
with the Portland Little Theater
a.nd getting good dramatic expe
rience with the Bess Whitcomb
players and the Portland Play
crafters and Rose Festival pag
eants. It was here that he began
to accumulate that poise and' act
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ing ability which made him such
a hit with the critics.
Suddenly and without waning
the Buchanans terminated- their
successful practices in Portland
and shifted to Pasadena. Here
Buchanan enrolled at the Pasa
dena Community Playhouse
school. After 11 plays he was ap
proached by a Columbia studio
casting agent who suggested ho
apply for a part in Wesley Rug
gles new production, “Arizona.”
It didn’t take much encourage
ment for Buchanan to make his
bid for fame, but Ruggles wasn’t
yet ready to hire him. After a
casual dismissal from Ruggles’
office, Buchanan took a parting
shot in a few muttered expletives.
Ruggles heard him and agiletl
him up for the hot-tempered
Judge Bogardus in “Arizona".”
Since then he has made the
characters of Applejack in- “Pen
ny Serenade,” the lawyer in
“Talk of the Town,” which was
judged one of the 10 best jj- jlres
of 1942, and the dentist im~rex
as,” memorable with his out
standing performances. Other
pictures have included: “When
the Daltons Rode,” “You Belong
to Me,” “The Desperadoes,” and
“Tombstone.”
Stamp Sales
(Continued from page one)
ma Delta, Alpha Delta Pi, Alpha
Omicron Pi, Alpha Phi, Alpha
Xi Delta, Delta Gamma, Hillcrest
lodge, and Delta Delta Delta.
Originating with the campus
war board and supervised by
Miss Bentley, th-e plan calls for
a dinner each Tuesday eywing
served only to those mcmr 'of
the living organization “buying
their way in” with a war stamp.
Proceeds of the plan help speed
the day of victory and add to the
savings of the house.
IF A BUDDY
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By GLORIA MALLOY
Dashing madly into the Side
last Thursday night, red-faced
and breathless, Technical Corpor
al Bill Goss seemed to have eyes
for only one person, namely: Al
pha Chi Barbara Blair. He has
been stationed in Texas in the
ordnance division where he has
put his talents to becoming a
tank mechanic. Bill says he's
covered a lot of territory in the
past seven months, but none of
it can compare to the state of
Oregon. Could he be referring to
the scenery, the weather, or the
women ?
On all fronts our Oregon boys
are stepping out to take the lead.
Joe Reig, of the class of '43 has
just recently been promoted to
captain. Joe was a member of
' Chi Psi and a big activity man
on our campus. He has been in
Alaska a year now and is the ad
jutant of his battalion. This • is
quite an honor for he is the
youngest captain in the battaliqn.
Lieutenant Donald Byars, ’43,
is making a name for himself -in
the southwest Pacific area. Don,
pilot of a Lightning P-38, h£s
recently received the air medal in
recognition of his participation
in a fierce daylight fight over
the allied base at Oro bay.
Yours truly has greatly under
rated V-12er Fred Beckwith by
calling him a mere “columnist.”
Fred is CO-EDITOR o-f “The Park
Stylus,” campus publication of
Parkville college. Algo on the
staff are Howard Applegate,
class of '45, who writes a sjjflFts
column, and Eston Way, ’44.
Ensigns Kappa Sig Warren
Taylor, ex-basketball star, and
DU Ray Leonard, who majored
in music, have dropped in on the
campus the last couple of days
after graduating from North
western university.
Lieutenant Jim Frost, stationed
at Camp Roberts, says that Lieu
tenants Tiger Payne, ’41, Lou
Torgeson, '42, A1 Silvernail, '44,
and Bill MacGibbon, '42, are also
stationed there. What a good
time those boys must have.
We have quite a representative
group back at Fordham where
Dave Fortmiller, G. Duncan
Wimpress, Ross Mellor, and Tom
Kay are in ASTP basic engineer
ing training. They claim to be
having a great time seeing the
sights of New York.