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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.__
Ad. the fyamiltf. Qo&i. . .
"With the great majority of the University’s social cus
toms, traditions, and annual events gone by the board because
of the war, it is significant to note that Dad’s day is scheduled
as usual this year, complete with its usual luncheon and festiv
ities. From this fact we may draw quite a pleasing picture of
the permanency of family life in America.
In other countries, notably in Germany and England, this
solidarity does not exist. Therein lies the heartening feature
of Dad’s day. The unity or disunity of the family is a pretty
good indication of the solidity of the nation. More, it is a yard
stick by which a people’s morals, education, and general con
tentment can he measured, since these things are all rooted in
the family. If we don’t learn how to get along with our fellow
beings while still within the bosom of the family, where shall
we learn it?
But in Germany the family has been destroyed as the core
of society. The state has tried to take over, with what disastrous
results to both it and the individual we have seen and shall yet
see. In England the pressure of war has caused thousands, mil
lions, of homes to be split up by evacuation. Broken families
and tearful parents do not build or maintain a good nation.
Even in America the closeness of the family structure has
been weakened, not so much by war as by the increasingly brisk
and diverse routine of life in a modern industrial age. But the
war seems to have driven the members of the typical Ameri
can family closer together. ‘Absence makes the heart grow
fonder” is trite saying, but far from being an untrue one, as
many an anxious, loving mother and worried father will testify.
Moreover, the warming of family friendships and the ce
menting of the family ties with the boy overseas helps to make
those who remain at home much more alive to their own luck.
jWlio can tell how discordant couples have been brought to
gether again by the mere strain and suspense of having a son
overseas? How many “wild” sisters, wayward younger broth
ers—how many broods of small children, neglected while both
mother and father are off doing war work have received better
and more care after that first letter arrived announcing that Big
Brother was now overseas?
j\Ve do not know how many. Nor have we any way of
knowing. We do know, however, that as long as this war looms
like an ugly shadow over our peaceful lives, the American fam
ily will stand firm and close-knit. And we also know that as long
as the family does stand close-knit, neither Heaven nor Earth
nor Hell can shake us. Well may we say: “As the family goes;
so goes the nation.” N. Y.
i
Hi Hi JUi?...
They called it Hitler’s Kurope !!
Yes, a few weeks ago two of the foremost news analysts
of the United States opened their daily broadcast with. “The
R.A.F. roared over Hitler's Knrope again last night to drop
some 800 tons of bombs and return without a loss.”
Hitler’s Kurope, indeed!! A Kurope almost entirely en
gulfed by a power-mad Germany. A Kurope tilled with the
sweat of slave labor, the agony of tortured Jews, the moans of
dving Serbs, the cries of start ing Greeks, the bodies of countless
Holes, the thousands of inpnsoned Frenchmen, the smouldering
hate of betrayed Norwegians, and the embers of fire-gutted
cities—Warsaw, Amsterdam, Rotterdam, Stalingrad and
Naples. A Kurope of swayed but far from broken countries—
but never HITKKR'S Kl’ROPK!!
* * * *
There's Austria, Bulgaria, Roumania, and Hungry—all
German satellites on the outside, but befuddled and wondering
on the inside ; there’s Boland !! Boland, 1-7 of whose population
has been wiped out by murder and starvation, Poland with ev
erv living Pole a constant threat to Nazidom; and Norway, be
trayed, down but not defeated, openly defiant to German op
pression; there's Belgium, quiet, seemingly dormant, but a
The Cutting Room
By BILL' BUELL
“Government Girl,” is a rough and tumble comedy of war
confused Washington. It also contains a rather feeble cheer for
FDR’s “win the war” administration.
Olivia de Havilland, the gov
ernment girl, looks delicious
enough to trade in a two months’
supply of red stamps for. She
spends most .of her time in such
charming activities as crawling
around on her luscious stomach
beneath the furniture in a crowd
ed hotel lobby, running frantical
ly down the corridors of a Wash
ington office building in her stock
ing feet, wildly waving a shoe in
each hand, and getting so crocked
on champagne that she falls over
the back of the sofa she is stand
ing on.
Sonny Tufts, the government
girl’s boss, is a big anil forceful,
but shy anil awkward Detroit
production man who comes to
Washington to build bombers.
Door Mr. Tufts is exasperated by
red tape and completely baffled
by that mysterious and all-pow
erful force referred to as “PI”
(Political Influence.) At Wash
ington social functions he is about
as polished as a well-trained chim
panzee.
But he is determined to build
bombers. So he just goes right
ahead and builds them. Little
technical irregularities like swip
ing a trainload of steel belonging
to the navy don’t bother him a
bit.
This industrial giant takes time
out from his flurry of production
to fall violently in love with Miss
de Havilland. He expresses passion
by secretly reading a book en
titled “How To Be Happily Mar
ried” and by standing on his head
in his private office.
(Miss tie Havilland also falls in
love with Mr. Tufts.)
Tuft’s determination to build
a record number of bombers no
matter what influential toes he
might happen to tread on in the
process finally lands him in the
vivisectional clutches of a Senate
investigation committee. But gov
ernment girl de Havilland saves
the day by bursting into the com
mittee room in a fine flare of
heroics and delivering an inspired
but conventional oration on how
Tuft's production is winning the
war.
Other dramatic highlights in
clude Miss de Havilland’s unsuc
cessful attempt to smuggle a ser
geant into a girl’s rooming house.
Jleit&ii. to the &&it&i
United States Naval Flight
Preparatory School
Monmorith, Illinois
Dear Shack Hats—
This project has been hanging
fire some time, but it took a day’s
Christmas vacation and the pros
pect of a little free time to put
the thing into operation.
College is wonderful, the way it
is at Oregon. There are two ways
of doing things, so the story pass
ing about the base says, the right
way and the Navy way! No doubt
you have an idea which way we
follow. This “Navy Way’’ doesn’t
resemble the “Oregon way” in the
least.
The first difference is the habit
of arising. It corresponds to the
journalist’s bedtime, 0545. Anoth
er is the 7:30 classes, try figuring
out radio bearings and relative
movement in the middle of the
night. Don’t ask what the above
are, I’m not sure.
At 5:30 p. m. we are through
^classes but, not unlike Oregon, by
that time the professors have
taken their toll of free time which
we are supposed to have. So we
study after chow. This goes on till
taps at 9:45 and there lies the
other great difference between
the Navy and Oregon—
No sleeping porch bull-sessions.
In the first place, we have no
sleeping porches and in the second
place you just don’t talk after
taps, it says in cadet regs.
Monmouth is a town. That is
about all one can say for it. The
founders were very inconsiderate,
\they built it over 50 miles from
Chicago which puts that town out
of bounds for the weekends.
Yes, weekends, there too is an
other difference from Oregon.
Our liberty starts at 5:30 Satur
day afternoon—we have classes
until then—when we can, unless
restricted, we get overnight lib
erty within the 50 mile zone. Quite
the tales come from the towns in
the zone.
Illinois is a damp state, but it
.doesn't rain here. Sure miss the
rain. Oregon men are rather
scarce here. "Scotty’ Mindolo
vich, from the "House of Char
acters”, is now at Kemville, Texas,
Ken Luckey, a Chi Psi, is now at
Milwaukee, Wisconsin, both at the
W. T. S. schools. Mark Pond, the
Fiji sports writer, is here now
having been transferred from Pas
co December 1st. There are sev
eral others here too but I didn’t
know them and can’t remember
their names just now.
If all goes well I’ll be leaving
here soon. To where I have not the
slightest idea. Men who have left
■the last two months are scatter
ed from Chicago west. Here’s hop
ing this kid gets sent WEST a
helluva long way.
Have a lot of studying to do and
what’s more I’m going to do it—
another difference—so must sign
'of for now.
i Good luck to all and a happy
new year. Looks like we'll be in
)>ed at 9:45 New Year’s eve and
in class at 7:30 New Year’s day,
but that's life!
That’s thirty for now—
TED BUSH
smouldering hazard to the super-race nevertheless; there’s
Czechsolvakia, betrayed by a modern Judas and the home of de
stroyed Lidice and of a flaming hatred toward the fuzzy-lipped
paper-hanger and his crew; there's l-'rance. Divided by the
traitor Laval, sold to slavery for a promise of power, a symbol of
broken treaties Frenchmen await the day of revenge; there’s
Holland, in which the memories of bombed open cities remain
embedded in vengeful minds; there’s Yugoslavia, home of two
underground armies who keep 500.000 German troops from
other fronts; and Denmark, stripped of food and clothing,
another threat to the new order.
And most of all there’s Germany, a virtual time-bomb of
unrest and sabotage, billed with growing home distrust and
constant underground activity in occupied countries, the prob
ability of losing the war is creeping into the minds of the mad
man's crew. And the; ” 1 it Hitler's Europe!!
—-ERVIN WEBB
W:'
In Futures
Past
In futures past beyond a hill
Whence comes the bugle long and
shrill,
Whence comes the tramp of
marching tread
Of homeward steps in peace, not
dread
Beyond that hill where millions
march
Abreast the reviewing stand of
time
There comes a swift, unnoticed
guest—
A spirit blanketing from above
The spirit of a better race,
A race of men of toleranc.^^
A really truly human race.
In futures past when children rise
from trundle beds
And people walk through crowded
streets
That spirit always follow will
And life will be a mixture strange,
A mixture that is bright and dull
A mixture that is life at full.
By CHUCK POLITZ
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