Oregon daily emerald., January 06, 1944, Page 3, Image 3

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Christmas . . . new years . . .
the inspecting major ... all come
and gone ... on xmas got gigged
for not turning in my pass on
time ... on new year’s got slapped
for a pass . . . the inspecting ma
♦-jor left my pass on my bed because
he didn’t find the box of cookies
in my pillow . .. conclusion: a pass
is important to a soldier . . . ev
ery .week for a day, how for a de
partment of exchange in the day
room so the guy who got two-of
something-christmas-presents can
•swap with a guy who got two-of
something-else . . . most ironical
of all, i received two money-belts
. . . one is nearly too many and
after we ran the gauntlet of the
last pay-line and its various de
ductions . . . i’ve a couple of good
money belts to sell cheap ... or
would trade for three beers . . .
benton j. willner . . . the friend
to homeless dogs and staff ser
*"geants . .. has a collection of mur
der stories (the two-bit variety,
although some cost thirty-five)
that he is willing to swap for some
of the newest mysteries ... he
also would like to read someone’s
geography lecture notes . . . pro
vided the lecture notes have a de
tective and two murderers . . .
pome . . .
i come from haunts of loud cafes
and smoke from burning
lourley
i dodge between the beers and
trays
for i must get in early
from study hall i hurry down
^ to watch the tresses curly
and watch the pretty coeds
frown
but i must get in early
a thousand girls i’ve eyed ask
ance
or said “whatcha doin’
girlie ?”
but i can’t start a long romance
cause i must get in early
they say i navigate too slow
(i’m like the mississippi
river)
so dates may come and dates
may go
but i go stag forever
. . . unpome
->4that is titled (after tennyson)
“the brook’’ ... or “a big slow
moving drip’’ . . . they say every
question has two sides . .. the date
question about the campus is the
only exception . ..
yutch
ed note ... ye gods, this is corny!
Rollins college recently cele
brated its fifty-eighth annivers
ary.
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Co-Editors
Warren Miller
Shaun McDermott
Scribes
Gail Myers
Dick Mur way
Dave Pierce
Old Wings
It is surprising- to learn the
size of the air corps in World
War I. A survey of downtown
bars would reveal several hun
dred air corps “vets” living in Eu
gene and the surrounding coun
try. I have talked to almost a
score myself, but haven’t attempt
ed anything resembling a formal
survey.
The vets wear frayed plaid
mackinaws, -rain-stained hats, and
have two or three days’ stubble
of grey beard on windworn faces.
Their eyes are a little unsteady
and watery. Maybe it is the beer;
more likely the hard liquor of the
logging camps.
They see the wings on my cap
or the patch on my blouse. “You’re
in the air corps,” they say. I nod
and invariably they declare,
“Well, it’s a great outfit. I flew
a ‘flying jenny’ in the last war
and I know what it’s like. Those
jalopies we had weren't worth a
plugged nickel. Guess it’s differ
ent now.’’
“Yeah, we’ve got some nice
planes. You’d like the P-38.”
“I bet I would, too,’’ the vets
will answer.
Oldtimers
I remember one fellow with a
raw, red face. His cheeks were
pinched tight over the bones un
der the eyes and he needed some
store teeth to strengthen collor
less lips. He kept looking at his
bottle of beer. "I cracked two of
those ‘flying jennies’ up in the
last war,” he said. “But I’d like to
get into the fight again. They
don’t want me. Say I’m too old.”
Then he opened his coat to his
waist. “Look at that. You don’t
see any fat there, do you? No sir
ree, I’m forty-five years old, but
I’m still hard. They say I’m too old
this time.”
I had been talking to one fellow
for a while when he straightened
his shoulders and looked directly
at me for the first time. ‘‘I’ve got
two boys flying the damn things
right now. One in Italy and one
in the South Pacific,” he said.
“Nice going. Your sons know
what it’s all about.”
“You can say that again. I’d like
to be over there in their place, but
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When Worst Has
It happens to most fellows.
When Saturday night, rolls around
he finds himself with no date and
every show in town seen at least
three times. After a few hours in
the local pub he reaches a state
of desolation. lie has hit the bot
tom of the pot. At this stage the
“target for tonight” becomes the
town’s most palatial ballroom.
And Eugene has the tops in the
Wintergarden.
The proper procedure of enter
ing is to pay your cover charge,
close your eyes, and plunge right
in. Once inside you will see and
hear ope of the nation’s smooth
est orchestras (that is, if you're
really plastered). Next to the
bandstand is a magnificient bar,
but you won’t be interested in
that. It sells cokes exclusively.
The greatest morale builders
though, are the glamorous girls
who frequent the place. For the
most part they are below sixteen
and over thirty. That gives you a
great variety. They have grinning
teeth, snap chewing gum in your
face or tell about some husband
out in New Guinea.
When the music begins (what a
compliment), someone tackles
someone else and you’re dancing
It's so easy to dance there. With
out moving a foot you can spin
and twirl all around the floor- -
and either vertically or horizontal
ly. Some of the newcomers there
are very polite though, they apol
ogize before kicking your pros
trate body.
One warning before you dash
down there: there are a few
strange people who go there to
enjoy a night’s dancing.
to
all I can do is back them up from
this side. It ain't much.”
Always the same story . , . no
doubt because the same sort of
lonely, aging mind always pro
duced it. It is quite simple: once
they were young, eager, full of
their own importance; now they
are out of it, drinking beer in dirty
little cafes where the yellow light
glares in faded eyes, no one to
think they’re important, no long
er believing it themselves.
I’ve bought beers for a couple
of inem . . . but then they only
talk until it begins to sound as
flat as lukewarm water to their
own ears . ..
by DICK MURWAY
Forward Ted Holmes „ . .
. . . a transfer from Manjo junior college, was one of the two varsity
basketball players lost to Ihe I’nlversity of Oregon squad recently
because of scholastic defieieneies.
ASTU Cagers
To invade Bend
Ry DAVID PEIRCE
The ASTU basketball Brain
busters travel to Bend, Ore., Sat
urday to play the Camp Abbot
“Engineers” in their first tilt of
the season. The ASTU cagers have
been working out hard for the
last three weeks in preparation
for their first game. The soldier
students practice, as they did in
football, between five p. m. and
6:30. “Honest John’ Warren,
after having coached the Brain
buster football team, is now pilot
ing the Army-Duck cage squad.
Warren has given the soldiers
plenty of wind sprinting in con
ditioning his charges for his fast
break offense.
The spectre of ineligibility once
again looms large over the
chances of an Army-Duck team.
The three weeks’ exams have come
and gone—leaving a trail of in
AMERICAN* HEROES
** BY LEFF -ft
A veteran Naval flyer at 25, Lieut. Robert Pershing Williams, of
Pierre, S. Dak., prowls the Atlantic in a Grumman Avenger torpedo
plane, hunting the German U'boat, his battle station a plane carrier on
the ocean. He has just been credited with the destruction of 3 U-boats,
*n€* to a fourth. His bravery and vigilance guard our convoys.
Our War Bond* fu ' ’ ' plane.
eligible stars. Last term the foot
ball squad was seriously hanch
'c.apped by the loss of key men a .1
the chances arc that the eager1
will suffer a similar fate,
j In several recent workouts will)
the U. of O. varsity the ASTI!
showed an impressive display of
talent. Cramme, a guard, hook; d
in many a basket from “way out
Moilen also hit the “bucket” tin;
and again.
The starting lineup Saturday
night will probably be: Moilen and
INail at forwards, Fields at cen
ter, Cutlibert and Cramme at
guards. Meyer, Vandor, and
Flynn will probably see action to
as the Army-Duck five strikes out
for its first win.
DON’T MISS IT!
PRESTON FOSTER,
LLOYD NOLAN*
and
WILLIAM BENDIX
in
"GUADALCANAL
DIARY"
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CHARLES STARRETT
"COWBOYS IN
THE CLOUDS"
and
"DOUGHBOYS IN
IRELAND" w
KENNY BAKER and J
MARCEE McGUIRE fj
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JAMES CAGNEY,
HUMPHREY BOGART
"OKLAHOMA
KID"
JAMES ELLIS.
JEANNE WYATT
"ARMY
SURGEON"
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