Nuf Sed
By CHAS. POLITZ ;
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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
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Carol Greening, Betty Ann Stevens,
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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.
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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
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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
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