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About Oregon daily emerald. (Eugene, Or.) 1920-2012 | View Entire Issue (Dec. 2, 1943)
Oregon’#'Emerald 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 Carol Greening, Betty Ann Stevens, Bob McDermott Warren Miller Co-Women’s Editors Army Co-editors Bill Lindley, Staff Photographer Norris Yates, Sports Editor 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. GUniitmai Gated. - - 1/0an. depsunt “Silent night ...” How silent, we wonder, this Christmas? , Will it really he silent on the Russion front? How silent will it i be in China? How silent in Germany where 1000 bombers roar ;! swiftly over Berlin and where many years ago a German wrote words to this song we’re singing still ? For we are giving Christ mas lip-service still, when there’s little left in the heart and mind If to back it tip. “Holy night . . .” And how many tons of bombs will be dropped on the world from the sky where once there shone the Star of the East? With how many bombs will we celebrate the . coming of the Prince of Peace—or will the nations sentimental Jy, hypocritically, stop the bombing to wish each other a Merry • Christmas and a defeat-holding New Year? You see, we’re be wildered, too, little Prince of Peace. “All is calm . . .” There is some calm in the world this Christmas. Calm deep under the earth, where lie the bodies of the men we have killed, and the bodies of our men who died. Calm deep in the earth lie their bodies. But are their spirits calm, we wonder? Can they see what is still going on, what ■ even their deaths could not stop for a minute or a second? If they could see this, even in death they could not be calm, even I in death they could not be sure that the Avar would accomplish anything except this deep, dank, twisted calm under the earth. “All is bright . . .” Not quite all. Portland has brightened; • New York has relaxed its dimouts. But what of the ships that ; glide darkly through the cold waters, what of the almost-silent, -tense darknesses that surround bur troops and their troops, be fore a battle begins to make the darkness disappear? "Round yon \ irgin mother and child . . . ’’The mother then Avho needn't fear that a long cold piece of death-dealing steel _ won hi fall and blast her child to bloody hits. The mother Avho 'needn’t watch her child-play Avith imitation anti-aircraft guns, advertised (osound “just’likVthe real thing." And see this child !,treat*\A>ir as a game, a game that might torture and kill another " JchiRI ^s’omcwhere else. - £ "Hole infant, so tender and mild . . \\ lrat are you think ing of our world nowvHoly Infant, the world You died to save? i "Sleep in Heavenly peace . . .”_Yes, sleep in Heavenly peace. *T'or earth!* peace Is dead, little Child. 'W'tllTh'ere be a Eessur Irection? — —--- ----- - - _ .... . . — M.Y. Jdamj, A<j,ar tya/i Away. . . jOfuce upon- a time a newspaper man 'named Pearson, Drew 1’emir’s oh, >401 a scoop 011 a hero named General Patton, “Old “Blood ami tints" Patton, as lie was known in those days. This “scoop which set tongues wagging was about a soldier who got .slapped. Think vou, dear-render, that this fascinating tale does not rhavc counterparts? Think you that till even slightly similar ■ stories center from the blue Mediterranean? Oh, no. There was, iso the tale goes, a \ oung man dressed in the current khaki mode ■ who crossed a street one day. There was also a bus, (that was ■before this advanced age of helicopters and power-driven kiddie cars). There was also an officer. ■ This young man, as legend has it. was possessed of the idea, recently disproven by statistical experts in the field, that one cannot salute and dodge a bus at the same time. Hence, upon ■him fell he wrath of the officer who was taking the cool, refresh ing air. llip rage was mighty and wonderful to behold. There is even the drastic statement recorded in the tombs of our dead ancestors Which leads us to believe that the young man was ;required to salute many times over. There are other tales, which ran rampant at a place called the Side. } Ah, yes. Stuff happened in those days, stuff happened. And if “Old Blood and Guts’ made headlines, it is only proper to include the imitation Pattons (if there are any) who found themselves upon no battlefield, except the tough rigors of life at Universitas Oregonensis. —M.M, The Cutting Room ByB!LL BU£LL By BILL BUELL We told Dr. Ernst that witnessing a flesh and blood Shakespearean production would contribute vastly more to our understanding and appreciation of Elizabethan drama than attending Friday’s Eng lish drama class. He agreed. So we left for Port land Wednesday night. Sunday afternoon we went to Portland's public auditorium to see John Carradine’s production of "Hamlet.” The ex-cinemactor’s version of Shakespeare’s most puzzling tragedy was thoughtful, restrained, and extremely sound. A minimum of emphasis was placed upon the action scenes. The scuffle in the graveyard was reduced to almost nothing; the duel with Laertes, although authentic fencing, contained none of the Doug Fairbanks style of acrobatic duel ing histrionics. He Really Wasnt Gaunt John Carradine’s “lean and hungry look” is well suited to the part of the melancholy prince. Although his rich deep voice did not carry well over the auditorium’s antiquated public address system his readings of Shakespeare's lines were truly beau tiful. He injected into them all the musical quality and rhythmic cadence possible while still retaining a complete naturalness of expression. Next to producer-director Carradine, the finest acting in the play was Kevin Kemble s forceful and dramatic portrayal of King Claudius. Not G.B.—But Still Good C. Montague Shaw’s Polonius was a perfect “foolish prating knave;” and he returned in the last act with a robust- portrayal of the grave-digging clown. Although Sonia. Sorel as Ophelia was the only player to draw spontaneous mid-scene applause we thought the entire episode of Ophelia’s madness was over-drawn. Weak Queen Kay Hammond’s portrayal of Queen Gertrude was rather weak. David Powell as Horatio forced out his lines in an explosively jumbled manner that bore little resemblance to human speech. But these defects were greatly overshadowed by the general effectiveness of the production. Seeing it was well worth standing up in that motorized sardine-can known as the Greyhound bus for fiv" { hours both ways. Globally Speaking By BILL SINNOTT This will be the fifth Christmas of the war. In lieu of this fact it might be well for us to review the situation on the four previous ones. CHRISTMAS—1939 Those days of the sitzkrieg—of the “Phony War”—seem to belong to another century. The marshal of France, still revered, was in Spain, engaged in apple polishing Franco. Sen ator i^avai was, as usual, skuik ing around the corridors of the Luxembourg breathing defeatism. Colonel de Gaulle was viewed with alarm by General Gamelin and the French general staff. He had the most peculiar view that this war was to be a war of mo bility. Only Poles Poland had been blitzed, but they were only Poles. France was impregnable behind the impreg nable Maginot line guarded by the finest army in the world. England was complacent under the Birmingham business man. Winston was but of harm’s way in the admiralty. The United States was torn be tween throe factions, those who knew we wbuld get in eventually’ those who wanted to kefep out of war, and those who didn't care. CHRISTMAS—1940' 7... ~ Hitler had surprisecTaSQ. Jtei’rT fied the world with his victories. France was under • the rule of Marshall Cretin, another old mar shal who betrayed big country. Hitler controlled -Europe with the exception of England and his ally, Russia. The British, under their dynamic leader, had re solved to fight alone until ‘‘blood, sweat, and tears” should bring .final victory. " 7 The Fuehrer had lost the Bat tle of Britain. The United-States - had finally been groused’ to its peril. Conscription, had Become law. Japan was poised for the kill. CHRISTMAS 1941 The “Wave of the Future’’ seemed about to. engulf the de mocracies. Hitler’s armies were before the gates of Moscow. The Balkan countries and Crete had fallen in the swiftest blitz yet. The Japanese had sunk seven of our battleships at Pearl Har bor. The armies of the Mikado Christmas Gifts FOR ALL THE FAMILY • Novelties • Hoefflers Box Candy • Notions • Games Magazine Exchange > *. llth were everywhere on the advance. The Greater East Asia Co-Pros perity Sphere seemed on the verge of accomplishment. CHRISTMAS 1942 The tide had turned. The Allies had landed in North Africa in November. Darlan, the trimmer, was assassinated on Christmas eve. Rommel, the vaunted “Des ert Fox” was trapped in Tunisia. The Russians had surprised the world by their resistance. Stalin grad had been held. The Japs, after the disgrace ful loss of Singapore, had been held. The Solomons had been im vaded by our marines at Guadal canal in August. The United States was still in the process of forging an effective fighting ma chine. CHRISTMAS 1943 ^ The scene is everywhere on^m Allied success. The Russians are within sight of their pre-1941 boundaries. Musso, "the Jackal,” is a psychopathic case. Germany has been bombed into an Aryan ruin. What of CHRISTMAS 1944 ? Every man in the V-5 unit at Illinois Wesleyan purchased war bond in the third loan drive. !i/ 5 » V»W> > >».-i.'-V'i * '*• Something to keep—not for just ~'today—or for the ’holidays—but a real part of you they'will treasure*. » **' '•% ' v ** »\*- '-* •- ■*-»*••*" ■YOUR''%. PHOTOGRAPH Beautiful frames and mountaings. Photographs mailed to your address. Kennell- Ellis ARTIST PHOTOGRAPHER