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About Oregon daily emerald. (Eugene, Or.) 1920-2012 | View Entire Issue (Jan. 25, 1944)
Nuf Sed By CHAS. POLITZ ; • What makes girls scream ? Why is a jet-propelled eeeek! the vocal manifestation for all moods of ev ery sweet youngish thing on the campus, and the answer to all questions which do not elicit a "no” or concern a band of dia monds sunk in platinum? Frank Sinatra would like to know as a matter of curiosity, not that he would like to see them stop. We would like to know as a matter of curiosity. The matter has been prominent in our thoughts ever since we read of a sweet old lady in Michigan who freed 18 rabbits from the vicissitudes of this world by intro ducing quicksilver into their car rots. Three days ago the question was brought forcibly to our atten tion. We were walking toward the Co-op. We were at peace with the world. Unfortunately the world could not return the compliment. In front of the Co-op stod five girls, all from good shipyard fam ilies, all beautiful in their own lit tle way, all dressed divergently alike, and all screaming. Scream ing at the top of their Camels 1 itillated lungs. There they stood eeeeking! in the glorious bright light of day—a day that had ful filled the dreams of weather fore casters the ninth corps area over. Not content with standing still screaming, they now jumped up and down on their white buck toesles, shaking their curly dark brown with streaks of golden hair in each other’s faces—and scream ing. The choral effects were marvel ous to behold. Each eeeeked! in her own sepcial register. One handsome blonde with a burnt lavender sweater, and hips that pifitoned back and forth like the scales of justice, let out sustained wlieeees at trigonemetrically-cal culated intervals. Why this lusty show of enthu siasm? We were interested. We asked. Answer: Mrs. Ketzler, (heir housemother, had just been turned down by the Waves. Ever since we set up house keeping three years ago in the cave in Hendricks park, it has been the same. The Chi Os pledge a nugget—and they scream. The Tri Delts lose her—and they scream. The Thetas win scholastic tops - screams. The Phis hit schol astic rocks yup— screams. Hil yard screams at Highland house and the Pi Phis scream at Nickel hops. The boys, with voices straight, Scotch, and blended, harmonize haunting censored ballads ’neath sorority sleeping porches, and what do they get for their trouble —a shrill colective shreeek from simply-thrilled little out-lii-flan nel figures with hair done up in rolls of cardboard. Best illustration of the birth of the mass-intonated scream is the return of the alum: She enters her house carrying her makeup kit and wardrobe trunk. She is met half way up to the second floor by a senior who knows her. They scream. She puts down the heavier of the two pieces of luggage—the makeup kit, and is recognized by her sister, who by mistake got pledged to the same house. Screams ensue. Soon the thing catches on and is running like mad all over the house. Even the fe male cardigan-eating moth has trouble living in such an environ ment. Is there no relief from this phonetic hysteria? Why can’t girls growl, purr, snort, or whistle through their teeth? Why can't they gurgle, gulp, or blow smoke rings through their ears? And if you can, please teach us how. Oregon W Emerald MARJORIE M. GOODWIN EDITOR EElZABETii EUMUJNJJb BUSINESS MANAGER MAKJUKIii YUUiN'j Managing Editor KUOiwAIN IN JL< I-/ v- XV .1 J-y Advertising Manager ANNE CRAVEN News Editor Norris Yates, Joanne Nichols Associate Editors EDITORIAL BOARD Edith Newton Shirley Stearns, Executive Secretary Shaun McDermott, Warren Miller Army Co-editors Dob Stiles, Sports Editor Carol Greening, Betty Ann Stevens, Co-Women’s Editors Mary Jo Geiser, Staff Photographer Carol Cook, Chief Night Editor Published daily during the college year except Sunday*, Mondays, and holiday* and final examination periods by the Associated Students, University of Oregon. Entered as second-class matter at the postoffice, Eugene, Oregon. These old editorial eyes don’t believe it! Nope, just can't be. All of a sudden, Oregon hits a high point in bond sales, about 500 freshmen go to their nomination assembly (singing!), the head of campus Red Cross reports that 34 girls folded band ages all at once, the executive council goes after a planned re laxation program in the form of a campus canteen. It's too much! Furthermore, Dad’s day was a sellout! The waste paper drive came off very well, the Nickel Hop and the ISA mixer exceeded themselves in good-time totals ! Announce ment is made of a Total Victory League to discuss postwar problems! To top it all, Oregon got some spring weather, someone found the first pussy willow! Yes, it looks like a new year, and Oregon seems to be get ting into gear with the good times, and the hard work her students ought to be getting done. It looks like a very rewarding half term. It’s had its failures, too—only 15 people at the last ASUO forum. Last term’s grades don't sparkle with accomplishment. So we can’t get too sure of a good showing. It would help considerably if we remember that Red Cross needs more instructors, and more workers, that the ASUO forums are for students, presented by students, that dances and mixers turn out well, only if they are planned well, that the good ole grade point deserves a face-lifting. Nope, just can't be ! Rut it is. Congratulations all around— M. M. G. Jlittle "‘JltuUfA . . . Begin with intangibles and little things . . . the feeling of spring, false or otherwise, in the warm, slanting sun of mid afternoon ... a slight increase in tempo down campus way . . . a brighter hello . . . fresh afterthought of rain . . . hitting the books a little harder . . .writing just one more letter per week . . . more out for Red Cross . . . scrap drive and dime dinners coming out ahead . . . yelling with an ounce more effort for the bond girl, whether she was your candidate or not . . . laughing a bit more frequently. There’s a swing undertone of new spirit at Oregon. Not new, really, but similar to the old with additions. It’s felt in the throbbing of “Fathah” Bailey’s orchestra, studying in the browsing room, and in bull sessions where ideas click and a “Truth” is discovered. The unfamiliarity of war-time campus conditions found us all wondering at the beginning of fall term. A dogged defeatism and the oft-heard complaint, ‘‘Oh, I’m not having any fun. School’s work this year,” was a worry to campus leaders. It’s different now, and the defeatism has changed to something else . . . not a hectic spirit or letting-up, but a surging, stronger, purposeful getting-into-stride. The dread unfamiliar has become familiar, and in the knowing it has lost its dread. War-time college problems are being met, faced honestly, and beaten. Things are looking up. Begin with intangibles ... B. A. S. Students at the University of Utah started off their new semester with “Hello Week,” a unique orientation period. Hello tags were distributed for each student to wear his name during the week. A sidewalk running from the rotrum to the union building was designated as “hello walk,” taking its name from the tradition that all persons passing one another on the walk give out with a lusty greeting. “Butter v. Oleo” was the University of Kansas’ Roundtable topic last week over radio station KFKU. Speakers on the Roundtable program were Leslie Waters, assistant professor of economics ; Miss Viola Anderson, professor of home econom ics ; and Richard Wagstat’f, of the Jayhawk creamery. Denison is one of the few colleges or universities that has three branches of the armed services on its campus: the Army, Navv and Marines. | 2 j /J SU/x o]f the Jdifx | By BETTY SAILOR Now that Ramsy Ames has gone, the masculine popula tion has revived, and the dads have departed—properly im pressed, we hope—we can once again sit down peacefully and rack our brains for something new and different about campus social life. And puh-leeze, if there are any errors in the results of this labor, we apologize. We can’t always check on everything that is contributed by our campus correspondents. Anyhow, here goes: Dad’s weekend brought forth dads from every part of the Pacific coast. One of the most interesting guests was Brigadier- ^ General Amos Thomas, commanding officer of Camp White, who v/as Fee Jean Walters “dad” when her father, Major Walters, was unable to attend. We hear that Chi O’s and dads got a special treat (?) Saturday night when Air Corps men “Mose” Mossman and Sy Bernstein oblig ed in the living room with an im promptu serenade. Speaking of music, Alpha Chi Chuck Pelly and Roger. White of drummer fame have been a fre quent twosome since ASTU sax player, Marvin Rice, left. Likewise Flight F’s Sheldon Fisher and Kappa Doris Schumacher. By the way, it seems that Air Corps dream man Robert Burgess (ha!) is giving Dave Gibson, same address, some stiff competi tion with Fee Helen Crawford. And from the realms of the Thetas comes word that Janet Bean is going to marry Delt King Martin as soon as he gets his bars, which will be soon. It seems to us that the ATOs (all three of them on campus) are being unfair to organized campus womanhood. They’re all going steady with Chi Omegas. The lucky six are Dorothy Shepherd and Ed Allen, Betty Jones and Jack Pennington, and Marilyn Holden and Jim Lund. Seems that the KKGs are flying high these days now that Mary Bush, Virginia Carl, Aileen Clark, and Patsy Griffin have received pins from Air Corps men, George Myers, Bob Mitchell, Bob Kerby, and Dick, respectively. Sorry, but we don’t know Dick’s last name! Another steady twosome is ADPi Carmen Green and civilian Russ Monahan. And have you seen that beautiful diamond that Dee Gee Phyllis Miller is wearing third finger left hand from Beta Frank Jacobson ? Also on the engagement list is Mill lodge’s Beth Lawrence who is wearing a ring from Jack Miller, Alpha Sigma Phi from Oregon State, now in California in the ASTP. February 5 will be a red letter day at 1050 Hilyard when Alpha Phis will travel to Portland and Medford to attend the weddings of Sally Holden to Beta Earl Wal ters and pledge Dorothy Hayes to Captain Bill Ehrman of Camp Adair. If the gas ration is cut, we’re aw'f’ly afraid that ROTC Bob El linwood will have to invest in a horse for those weekend trips to Portland to see fiance Gracia Barrigar. The forecast of the Chi O Dor othy Koster-Harold Robinson, Co. B, romance seems to be stormy with no fair weather in sight at the latest report. Seen among others in the usual mob at the Persian room was Kappa Nancy mssa ACTION! THRILLS!! PAT O'BRIEN in "THE IRON MAJOR" Baker with ‘ Dick Brooksbank. Also Peggy Hurd with Bob Mc Donald. The Emerald office seems rath er deserted now that Vic Huffaker is in the army. We're all awaiting a letter from him on the life of the G.r. Well, after one final envious glance at Pi Phi Marian Shaef fer’si white fur- ear-muffs (our ears ought to be thawing out any day now), we are going to have to admit that that’s all there is, there good English), but we’ll try to N ain’t no more (we know it’s not have shown a large sample of the week-end. P>w and Gan Dear Editor: The AWS cabinet wishes to ex press its appreciation for the fine turnout which Campbell club showed at the recent Nickel Hop. We are glad “to recognize such a display of enthusiasm from a civil ian group. If they had participated in the competition with Steiwer hall, as requested, they would have won. Our figures prove this statement. We hope that other civilian groups can show the same kind of spirit in the future. Even though your number is small, you can and have shown a; large sample of the true Oregon spirit. Sincerely, The AWS Cabinet ENGAGEMENT RINGS That will set her heart singing. We have a fine selection. JEWELRY STORE 620 Willamette DESERT DRAMA!! "SAHARA" '• with HUMPHREY BOGART
