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About Oregon daily emerald. (Eugene, Or.) 1920-2012 | View Entire Issue (May 3, 1944)
Famous Women Return to Oregon So a few Theta Sigma Phis, Oregon’s class of ‘44, straggled back to the campus for Junior Weekend, 1945. They had man aged to get two weeks off from key copydesk positions on the Chicago Tribune, erstwhile McCormick-managed sheet. Turn ing tail upon the colonel’s death, the Tribune had taken up the cry of an Anglo-American union, was thriving under the jtttucisuip ut iiri v, macK-i.nat.cneu Editor Warren Charles Price. Barely had the shack-homesick femmes set foot on Hello walk than they were nostalgia smitten by an oft-remembered command that echoed behind them — a re sounding, "Eyes right, Mulvihill! HUP two three four . . They looked back cautiously to behold the stern khaki figure who had been responsible for the brisk bark, a figure with bright blue air force insignia glinting on sleeve . . . The air Wac sergeant, neat rows of G. I. skirts at her side, was com ing on relentlessly, looking neither to right nor to left. Our friends shuddered, made for the Side to hear more of this strange turn of events. There they confronted a couple of tweedy, mussy-haired undergraduates with bare bristly legs thrust into cow'boy boots— women of course, looking like refugees from Vassar, for after all, who was there left to impress ? Welcome Mom! Bring your Mom in to see our beautiful gifts. Dainty hankies as fresh and gay as spring'. Delightful figurines and glassware always a wel come thought. ALSO a complete line of cards and gift wrappings. THE GIFT SHOP 963 Willamette Next to Rex Theater The tale of spring- at the “U” left the grads with lump-filled throats. Annual campus elections had left the hardworking overalled gardner sobbing, for there were no splashy signs, no emblazoned streamers to pick up after the fray. There had been no fray. A quiet, unassuming independent candidate, backed by all the Greek houses except a couple who refused flatly to get into the swim, had carried the election by a vote of 286 to 13. Most of the campus hadn’t shown much interest, it was said . . . had only yawned when effi cient past prexy Audrey Rose Hol liday, contemplating changing her major to music (which would ne cessitate another year of school) had told eager, pigtailed Emerald reporters that the question of whether or not she would run for a second term was "picayune.” (Miss Holliday, incidentally, after a behind-locked-door conference with faculty advisers, did not run for re-election after all. It seemed she was tone-deaf.) "Tell us more,” sobered, intent alums implored, scuffing their new S14 I. Millers against the Side’s scarred booths. "What are all those little multi-colored structures on the old campus?” They learned that the Univer sity’s dean of women, dark, ami able Hazel Prutsman Schwering had consented to the dorm dwell ers’ demands for still smaller liv ing organizations. The girls were now living in groups of four or less in streamlined, compact trail ers, with the system of one house mother to every five "dinky dorms.” An advantage of the plan was said to be that the trailerites were never late to classes in Vil lerd. Social events? A loud wail arose from the frustrated 1945 students, "ith all army camps in Oregon shut down, with the drafting of remaining civilian men into a na tional labor pool, with only women enrolled at the “U” . . . well, sched ules were really too busy to permit frivolities like dancing. The school had become increasingly book minded, until the overcrowded li brary at last had consented to al low coeds to study in the lush, deep-rugged browsing room. "'What, you study all the time?” "It seems to be a horrible habit we can’t shake off,” apologized one sophisticated sophomore, glancing briefly from her water-spotted, dog-eared calculus book. Part of the revived interest in classes was Rolls for Mothers' Weekend Order now for that Big Sunday Dinner Delicious Rolls and Bread Korn s Bakery Phone 71 Bookliaul... As released today through the office of campus war board infor mation, dark, white-skinned Flor ence Hintzen and dark, white skinned Bibbits Strong have been appointed co-chairmen of a book drive. This might be the herald of new demands u$on all living or ganizations, for a required 25 books from each house, to be sent to Am erican war prisoners, it was said in quarters close to the telephone. Working with deadly, purpose ful persistence, a truck, reported ly belonging to the city garbage, will dally the rounds of the cam pus at 4 p.m. today. With dramatic emphasis the co chairmen emphasized, “The books should be tied securely or boxed and placed on the front porch.” clue to a newly installed pilot-train ing course which assured coeds completing it of a commission in Wasps. Little planes, like swarms of purposeful, annoyed bees, kept the campus alive with a continual droning, caused more than one pro fessor to cultivate a lion-like roar in his lectures. So far there had been no plane accidents, the alums were assured, except for the overzealous fresh man whose plane crashed in the cemetery as she parachuted to safety on the roof of the men’s PE building. The crash had for tunately cleaned out an especially malevolent patch of poison oak. The amazed Theta Sigs asked about a Junior Prom. Attendance would probably be small, they were informed, since all single faculty members had already been hooked by the air Wacs — you know, there’s something about a uniform. But there was talk that a ship ment of masculine inmates (only those with records of good behav ior and possible future paroles) from one of the more popular in stitutions in Salem might be sent down to alleviate the crisis. “The Prom must go on,’’ was the cry of the junior women. . . . As for the Weekend itself, the grads soon found out it was one of the best ever. A loud-speak er system in the Co-op kept stu dents informed on last-minute de velopments of the invasion, which was steadily nearing Berlin. With the rousing theme, “I Wanna Go Back to Amazon,” the students summoned all their resources und gave a canoe fete spectacular in that each barge looked like a mini ature jungle. Only dampener for the enthus iastic, undaunted juniors was the episode during the Fete when the husky 6-foot 1-inch queen, clad like her princesses in an abbre viated animal hide, fell into the mill race. The leopard-skin cos tume, it was found, had been of synthetic, war-necessitated ma terial ... it shrank miserably. -—By Margie Robinson Pallett Returns Registrar and Executive Secre tary Earl Manley Pallett has just returned from a four-day meeting of the American Association of Collegiate Registrars in Chicago. Main topic considered by the registrars was the granting of aca demic credit for military training and experience. ‘ wiltihiie'i Next to Register-Guard Don't say it can't be had until you've tried... wiftifiiWi Ready, Set, Hoops ’n All,Says Queen Anita “I am going to have a, little trou ble with, my dress for Junior Weekend," stated laughing-eyed, slender Anita (Ferdie) Fernandez, queen of the weekend, in an inter view' Tuesday. The dress, she went on to de scribe, has a. skirt “six feet wide ’ with which she expects to have difficulty. She pantomimed com ing gracefully up the stairs, scoop ing folds of billowing skirt up in her arms, sitting queenlike on the stage with the problem skirt hooped up before her. ANITA ALLERGIC "If anybody makes me laugh my eyes water," she volunteered, wip ing her eyes. It’s an allergy, she added. "If white’s a. color it’s my favor ite," pigtailed Anita popped in as an afterthought. With dignity she insisted that she was not on a picnic when she got her recent batch of poison oak, but was on a "hike up to Dr. Day’s on some butte.” Tanned and full of energy, she lists hiking as a favorite sport along with skiing. HOT DOGS AND LEMON DROPS When, her fiance, George (Hom er) Often, Fiji, was on the cam pus, they hiked to the Spring-field bridge one evening, climbed it, ate their lunch of hot dogs, French bread, and lemon drops while perched atop it. They also climbed trees on their hikes, she recalled. On hikes she sports Levis and her "picnic coat which is a raincoat about four sizes too small." She displayed her fingernails proudly and boasted, "I trained myself in the infirmary not to bite them. I usually bite my nails. They’re long now. I haven't had nail polish on them since my fresh man year. I wore it during rush week and then bit my nails all off light afterwards.” CALLED “PUDDLES” Besides "Ferdie” the green-eyed queen has the nickname “Puddles.” “They used to call me that be cause I dropped my suitcase in the only puddle on the campus when I first came here,” she cheerfully related. With firm emphasis she said, “I don’t live in Piedmont. I live in Pinole.” A recent Emerald listed Pied mont as her residence. She lives near Pinole, she amend ed her statement, “on a corn ranch.” “Do I have to make a speech I'M DIFFERENT ! Breathes a brunette with sou m> i dead ; Who never to the world has sai : "But in the sun, my hair is red. ’ ■ By Margie Robinson i during Junior Weekend?” she v;or 1 ried and hammed up an idealised I and poetic bit of oratory. I With an order to put across the | idea that she was studying Plato ]for a midterm when interviewed, ! she went into a can-can or bur j lesque type of dance for onlookers I on the art school patio. i "I want a jitterbug for my Prom | date," she called. — By Louise Montag , The Oreguiia |-...—— (t cnlmitedpen: fage 1) j Coyly, Edith Adele Newton 'has I suggested that those students who, I overcome with curiosity and good (nature, wish to buy an Oregana at this time may do so. She also I assures those now absent from the j campus that copies of the hefty little volume will be mailed to points east, south, north, and west. NOW! Yes, now is the time to have needed shoe repairs J made. Satisfactory Service PENNEY'S Shoe Repair Basement J. C. Penney Co. 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