Oregon MARJORIE MAJOR EDITOR ELIZABETH EDMUNDS BUSINESS MANAGER MARJORIE YtDUNG Managing Editor ARLISS BOONE Advertising Manager ANNE CRAVEN News Editor Charles Politz, Joanne Nichols Associate Editors EDITORIAL BOARD Edith Newton Norris Yates Published daily during the college year except Sundays, Mondays, and holidays an„ final examination periods by the Associated Students, University of Oregon. Entered as second-class matter at the postoffice, Eugene, Oregon, It would lie easy to be bitter about this thanksgiving. Thanksgiving, 1943—and a year front now we'll be able to look back and remember it as the Thanksgiving that the Russians were driving closer and closer to the Polish border—with the Poles becoming afraid of an invasion of their country, this time by the Russians, And the Thanksgiving that the American in vasion forces were hitting hard blows at the Japanese in the Gilbert islands. Fighting everywhere, and killing, and dying. And things at home are changed, too. 4 he pleasures and luxuries that formerly we only occasionally remembered to be thankful for are either gone or cut short. Family groups are no longer able to be together for the annual big dinner because the war has separated them. Pood is becoming harder to find. And there are the other smaller things that we miss the more when a traditional affair comes along to emphasize all the new strangeness. On the surface the picture isn’t very good. And the picture isn't improved !>v remembering that some of the evils that the war should remove in our country are still here. Groups are still fighting one another for power, or money, or for personal hate, and using patriotism and winning the war as their prime spoken motives. There are still delaying actions in Congress, and the fight is still being waged between the old enemies, Labor and Capital. But in spite of all the things that have changed to make it more diflicult to find something to be thankful for, in spite of the war and the bickering and the separations, there are things to be thankful for this coming year. The war looks closer to an end than it did at this time last year. And real attempts are being made to plan lor the post-war world. On this 1 hanksgiving, 1943, we can be thankful that there is still hope left in the world. —M.Y. One Ojjten fWa*t&eM. Thirteen-year-old Laddie Robertson lay oil a hard hospital hod in a shaded grav-palc room slowly dying' from a rare blood infection that medical science did not know how to cure. Since August the fcver-racked youth had lain on that bed watching the thin white curl of smoke that is life gradually disappear into an infinite, silent space. The doctors said that now the only hope for Laddie was the army's new miracle drug—penicillin. The hoy s parents immediately wired a plea to the army beg ging for a release of a small quantity of this medical magic so that one last attempt could he made to save a life that was too y oung to he snuffed out. The wire was received and an orderly walked down the hall of the army chemical research building, stopped abruptly at an alcove flanked bv two white doors. 1 le hesitated, his eyes being summoned hv the bold black tlotluc letters on the door to the right . . . "KKKP OUT,” it said. The orderly didn't take time to read the rest of the inscription, turned on heel and entered the door on the left marked "Penicillin Research." He emerged a few minutes later with a tiny white-paper wrapped package, went briskly up the hall, but not before he gave a last look to the forbidding entrance on the right. This time he read the full inscription, shook his head, then disappeared up the corridor. The tinv white-paper wrapped package was rushed to the airport, placed aboard a mammoth transport plane, flown across the 3000 miles of land that is America to the high hard hospital bed and Laddie Robertson, the life that was too young to he snuffed out. The penicillin was taken from the tiny package and injected into the pale, wasted, helpless body of the youth. Al most immediately an improvement was noticed. And the thin white curl of smoke that is life is now becoming more distinct bcfoie Laddie Robertson's eyes, has ceased to disappear into an infinite, silent space. And back in the dim- lit alcove of the army chemical research building white-clad orderlies emerge in a seemingly endless stream from the door marked "I’encillin Research" carrying tinv white-paper w rapped packages to stem the disappearance of other thin white curls of smoke before the eyes of those who are fighting our battle overseas, and every now and then one glances at the forbidding door on the right and reads its full nscription—"Kl'.EP OUT—Poison lias. -—M.M. “WHISTLING IN THE PARK” , . . is Cadet Crane, pictured by hisself, personal. j£.e£tesi& ta the Dear Emerald, ■I was whistling gaily in the park the other day, hut she wouldn’t turn around, when mv friend Cadet Ceorge turned briskly toward me and said, "character", (he is the one who is really a "character”), “why don't you tell the girls and Politz back home how things arc in Washington D.C.?” Not having any cutting answer to hurl back at him because he is bigger than F, 1 decided to follow his suggestion. This is it. Since our arrival in Washington three months ago along with 14 other University of Oregon men, we have been kept constantly busy by key men in high government positions not running after us asking for advice. One block north of the White House is the much publicized Stage Door Canteen. Here, as in all of Washington, the atmosphere is genial and the dance floor is too small. Even so, this doesn't bother me, because my entrance into the Stage Door Canteen seems to be an automatic signal for a stage show to start. Frugal Once I crawled in on my hands and knees and managed to dance two and three-fourths dances with Irene before Romph-Schkawfsky and his magic violin and wife at the piano cut my capers cold, taut it was hardly worth it anyway. Did you ever try dancing on your hands and knees ? It saves shoes. West of the Washington monu ment and the Lincoln memoHal is picturesque Georgetown univer sity on the Potomac river, or, rather, slightly off to one side of it. Here I would say that I study industriously. At inspiring Georgtown univer sity it is but fifteen minutes by streetcar to the treasury building, two blacks north of which is the Pepsi-Cola Canteen where one can drink free coke and press one's pants unmolested by admiring ci vilians. Here also one can make free recordings to send home so that one's folks can write back and say, “It didn't sound like you.” ‘‘Just Write Me” East of the capitol building, if you happen to be wandering that way, is the main post office, where you can buy postage stamps till midnight. That's about all I can say now because I have to guard myself constantly to keep from giving away military secrets. However, if there is anything at all you would like to know, just write it to me on a penny post card and I’ll prob ably throw it away. My friend Cadet George has been sitting here reading “Yank” and he tells me that the army of ficers from the Pentagon building have changed their official desig nation from “chairborne infantry” to “paragraph troops.’’ Affectionately yours, CADET CLELL C. CRANE Ducks Face— (Continued from page one) ingly tricky floor man, and his ad ditional years of experience as an independent player tend to make him tough meat for the relatively inexperienced Oregon squad to chew. Hobson ran his team through a stiff session in fundamentals and shooting Tuesday night. Another heavy scrimmage was run last night. Other ex-coilege stars on the Al bina squad are: Lloyd Jackson, who, like his teammate Winter mute, formerly played for Oregon; Skeet O'Connell, onetime Oregon State mainstay; Morrie and Roy Holser, from Linfield college; Bob Lothsteich, from Cheney state normal; and Harr} Oberg, North Pacific college. Morrie Stremich, high scorer last fall for the Port land prep league, rounds out the squad. EXPERIENCED SALESGIRLS DURING CHRISTMAS HOLIDAYS A Excellent wages ☆ Liberal discount ☆ Hours, 10 a.in.-6 p.ni. ☆ See Miss Thompson Fifth floor Bedell Bedell m Bedell 6th & Alder Portland, Ore. Clips and ^ Comments By Marguerite Wittwer It will be permissible for mem bers of the Army units to wear nosegays or flower wristlets, ,ac- ^ cording to a lieutenant, comman der of a company of the ASTP men at Indiana university. The occa sion is the annual Dames Ball, given by members of Mortar Board. Girls having dates with the soldiers will call for them at dor mitories and fraternity houies and provide their men with an evening of entertainment. . Pic ture a big tall hunk of solid ma terial blossoming out for the dance with a couple of pink rf^ buds pinned behind his ear or may be an orchid on the shoulder of his OD blouse. Big thrill! Lone Star Stonipers An official bouncer, approved by the administration, has been ap pointed by the dance manager for the winter trimester at Texas Christian university. His duties will be to prevent any drinking or disorderly conduct at the dances in the future. . . Tut, tut. What can be their trouble ? Uterpe, Canned A collection of some 1200 rec ords of music from the earliest compositions to the most modern is available for the listening pleas ure of Texas Christian university students. The music department is building up this record library to the extent that it promises to rival the university’s book library, nographs are available and ! of Uterpe, the music muse, check out records or albums for study or enjoyment. Several rare albums of music from the 14th and 18th centuries and an album of early music play ed on ancient, obsolete instru ments are in the collection. Harp sichord music, 'rare records made by Caruso, Schumann Heink, a^fcl Galli-Curci, besides several corri plete operas and popular scores may be had. ldiers Student Union Successful Open house Funday on Sunday at. the Union of the University of Minnesota was held for soldiers arid students. Bowling and , iards were part of the progil free movies including Bugs Bunny shorts, Donald Duck cartoons, and a, March of Time historeel were shown in the afternoon. Profes sional entertainment was arrang ed. Turkey Trot The “Gobble-wobble” is the title of the Thanksgiving dance, at the University of Minnesota. There is a dance every Friday night sponsored by a different; campus organization each week. All servicemen and students may purchase tickets at 30 cents per person. . . This seems like the student affairs committee at Min nesota is really on the boat. Two birds bumped off with one pebble: nice profit for sponsoring organi-^ zation and also heap plenty fun. for coeds and cadets. How come no such deal here? EUGENE HOTEL Presents ART HOLMAN AND HIS ORCHESTRA in the Persian Room Dancing 9 ’til 12 Every Sat. Nite