Oregon If Emerald
ANNE CRAVEN
Acting Editor
ROSEANN LECKIE
Business Manager
NORRIS YATES
Managing Editor
FRANNIE MAIER
Advertising Manager
ELIZABETH HAUGEN
News Editor
EDITORIAL BOARD
Edith Newton, Carol Cook
Published daily during the college year except Sundays, Mondays, and holidays and
final examination periods by the Associated Students, University of Oregon.
Entered as second-class matter at the postoffice, Eugene, Oregon.
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A large number of Oregon freshmen are now regular mem
bers of the stafls that daily present a newspaper for student
readers and annually produce a yearbook covering life on the
campus.
Those who attended the three meetings this week have a
responsibility not only to the publications but to their readers.
Signing up as a reporter on the Emerald means covering a
beat, and it a story was missed because the Side seemed much
more enticing than some professor's drab office, the ultimate
loser is the public.
A writer on the Oregana is responsible for turning in the
assigned copy by a certain time, and missing the deadline will
muss up the complete schedule, perhaps delaying delivery of
the book by a week or more.
Both publications pay their way through advertising. Slip
ping up in the ad department may mean fewer pictures in
the Emerald or an inferior cover in the Oregana because the
budget had to be adjusted somewhere.
The smallest cog in the wheels is important in putting out a
good paper and yearbook. If all staff members pull together
and do the jobs assigned, the readers will receive what they
are entitled to—in the Emerald, news well presented and pleas
ingly written; in the Oregana, a book accurately and artistically
presenting University life.
The training in responsibility received as members of the
Emerald and Oregana will be invaluable when school days are
over and Ducks become graduates. To keep a job a person
must prove to his employer that he can be depended upon.
The large turnout at all three meetings promises excellent
Staffs and therefore fuller and more interesting publications to
which you as readers are entitled.—M.A.C.
• • •
Va Senue Othe/iA,
For those girls wlio have always had a secret desire to be
'the one whose cool hand soothes the fevered brow of some
unknown soldier; for those who have been thrilled by the recent
splurge in the motion picture industry on the heroism of nurses
in Bataan, Burma, Africa and France; and for those who just
want to help in the most immediate manner possible because of
that favorite person in the fighting forces, there is an activity
just beginning to reopen on the campus this year that will
provide the right requirement for you . . . the Red Cross.
Apart from the fact that those girls who take part in the
group will he able someday to say that they were the ones
behind the man behind the gun, membership in this organiza
tion is strictly labeled among the most important and vital
activities in which any eager, young freshman can participate.
At the present moment opportunities for a position on the Red
Cross Cabinet are varied and widespread. In a recent announce
ment by Carol Wicke, chairman of the campus chapter, it was
disclose that four important positions are open to any appli
cant . . . sewing chairman, nurses aides chairman, phone com
mittee chairman, and an accident prevention chairman. All
positions of responsibility and merit and positions which bring
for their officers, not only campus recognition but also national
acclaim by the Red Cross organization. For the campus unit
has been an independent chapter since last spring term when
it was no longer declared a subsidiary of the Eugene chapter
and was granted a national charter.
In the past year the University of Oregon has received
national attention for the work of the war board during the last
bond drive and has also chalked up a splendid record with the
Red Cross. This year’s group has that reputation to carry on
and although freshmen are eligible only for one of the four
positions, that of the phone committee chairman, they will be
the ones needed to roll the bandages, knit those socks and
sweaters needed so badly now since the start of D day, and
learn the uses of splints and slings in the first aid class.
Now is the time to enroll and really get your teeth into a
basic and vital activity. There is a lot more to campus life than
that coke at the Side and the latest house meeting.
Ask any one of the veterans now on the campus what or
ganization he considers the most important for the activity
minded freshman and then turn up lor the first Red Cross
meeting of the year.—P.O.
NufSed
| By CHAS. POLITZ
(Author’s note: Please read this as if today were yesterday.)
May the never-ceasing glurp of demons fall upon that man,
for he has done it again. Of course we must admit, he never
promised to do otherwise, and anyone with the remotest claim
to a gleam of intelligence would undoubtedly have expected
it, nay, probably has been hyper-anxiously awaiting it. But we,
poor things, are idealists, and in
matters such as these the idealists
are forever lost.
That their feelings and idealisms
are eternally glazed over and ig
nored was proved for the umptieth
time (not an actual count) today
by that man.
The creator of Dick Tracy is an
indefatigably unmerciful man—in
the parlance of the Brooklynese—
nuttin’ but a rat. Not only that, be
is an unquenchable sadist and an
noyance, not to unmention diver
sion, to early-morning coffee
drinkers. Not even one day will ha
let elapse. Not one entire short
little small 24-hour with morning,
noon, and night, and cokes with
Thetas day, will he let go by with
out giving Old Hornbeak another
job.
Again Degeneration
To degenerate to particulars:
This morning's paper do we open
(name unmentionable because of
commercial rivalries) in a puddle
of coffee at the fountain of the
College Side, to find Nina fending
off another clever thrust behind a
potted palm by an army-estranged
ex-Beta, Burma looking all too in
adequate cut off at the upper
shoulders by the bottom rule of
Terry and the Pirates, Cindy, or
is it Joy, introducing Sadpan to
Mr .Biceps Brown, AND Richard
Rocknose Tracy, frothy-fresh from
his conquest of the Brow, sitting
in the stationhouse in his un
matched indestrustible bootblack
shined black suit, or it may be
navy blue as we are more or less
color blind about such things, with
his left hand (the apple must have
plastic Arrow shirt, and his yellow
hat, as ever, contra-etiquette, glued
on in the house.
He is leaning back in a swivel
chair, looking not unlike Sewell
Avery, with his feet blopped up on
something or other which we can
not see in the first panel because
his feet have been cut off to make
way for the second panel. He is
chewing on an apple.
Copacetic
Junior and a wastebasket are be
hind him, and Junior takes a gasp
and says: (and we quote) “BUT
TRACY, THE BROW'S CAUGHT
AND EVERYTHING IS COPA
CETIC.” If that isn’t the payoff,
and a magnificent signal for Meier
and Frank’s to call back the Quiz
Kids and their mothers and start
the whole contest over again. We
would assure you of a place,
Junior.1 *
Junior continues: “WHY FEEL
LOW?” he asks of Old Hornbeak
(“Why” is in extra-heavy black
type which we do not have.) Tracy
replies: (the apple being in his
left hand) “OH, I DON’T KNOW
JUNIOR. I JUST FEEL LOW.”
(“I just feel low” is underlined
which we also do not have so you
will have to be content with caps.)
Junior counters in his ageless,
youthful vehemence: “LISTEN,
WHAT YOU NEED IS A REST.
AND I MEAN REST." (“Mean”
being in that extra-heavy black
while "rest” is underlined which
we will admit is a skillful diversi
fying blend.)
Slowly, Slyly
Then comes the preparation for
the atrocity—slyly, smoothly, cas
ually, but inevitably, for Old Horn
beak strokes his crag-jut chin with
his striped red tie buttoned on his
been surreptitiously palmed to the
DANCING
EVERY SAT. NIGHT
with
Art Holman and his
Orchestra
EUGENE HOTEL
right) and just an inch below and
a quarter above “REG. U. S. PAT
ENT OFF.-—COPYRIGHT 1944 BY
THE CHICAGO TRIBUNE" he
says: “WHAT’S THE USE KID.
I'VE TRIED TO TAKE VACA
TIONS BEFORE AND SOME
THING ALWAYS HAPPENED.”
See, that’s the clincher—we knew
it—WE KNEW IT—for the love of
the Archangel Andronica—it was
as inevitable as night following the
day (or vice versa) or wolf follow
ing woman (also).
Something is going to happen,
not a wormhole of doubt about it,
for the old foreshadow gag is im
mediately followed in the third
panel by what is known to the
scholars and technicians in tiic
field of comic strips as the “modi
fier.”
Chief Brandon implores Old
Hornbeak to fly to Lake Geneva
for a fishing trip, and to investi
gate what is left of the League of
Nations as a sidetrip, we presume,
but Richard parries the suggestion
by burbling forth in his best pro
fanity: “AW NUTS, SOMETHING
WOULD HAPPEN, POP. BEFORE
I GOT MY SHIRT CHANGED,”
(which is a laugh) and finishes by
racking up two points by tossing
the now well-gnawed apple core for
(Please turn to page three)
An Open Letter to
Coach John Warren
What has happened to football ?
A traditional activity in most uni
versities and at Oregon. There are
some 270 odd men on the campus
of which many would be glad to
participate.
It makes little difference wheth
er they play Washington univer
sity or University high school just
as long as they play.
Because there are less men on
the campus than in normal times
is that reason enough to deny
what is left of “Joe College’’ the
right and the pleasure of carry
ing the Green and Yellow on the
gridiron.
There are many smaller univer
sities with smaller male enroll
ments that still manage to field
teams.
Perhaps the teams fielded are
not winning teams but after all
the original purpose of athletics
was not to mold winning teams but
merely for the entertainment of
the sport.
Has it come to such a point
that the University refuses to
have a team to represent them
unless it is a winning team.
What about the boy who just
wants to play. This may be the
last chance for many to partici
pate for Oregon, or for that mat
ter, to participate at all.—S.M.
fcoopsy
Cadaver Palaver of the G. I. Ducks
By DAVE McGUIRE
Reduction was the most notice
able event in our ranks when we
returned from furlough. Reduction
in number, rank, and quarters.
Fact is, the student number among
us dropped from a mighty 41 to 26.
And with the efflux we lost our
company commander, Captain
Peterson. But the most drastic re
duction was in the size of our
quarters. We now live on the sec
ond floor of Mary Spiller hall,
which in saying ought to indicate
its brevity. But to elaborate . . .
the closet I’m in is so crowded that
the first morning we got up I
accidentally dressed one of my five
roommates. I didn’t mind puttitis.g
my shoes on him, but when I had
put my pants on him and he loaned
me my own cigaret lighter that
was too much. It wouldn’t be so
bad but every time anyone breathes
deeply .the walls buckle, and we
have to pile out of bed and push
’em back in place.
Proud Poppas
Congrats are in order for two of
our group. Bob Kirschner and Dave
Spero became proud pops since our
last writing. Bob's is a girl and
Dave’s is a boy. The night that
Carole Anne Kirschner was born
(at 2 a.m.) Bob came tearing into
the barracks and screamed, “fee,
a girl,” and collapsed. Mother is
doing fine, but father verged on
a nervous breakdown for five days.
Shh! (We may be letting it out
of the bag, but ’tis rumored that
wedding bells for Charlie Roth and
Charlotte Fehley may ring about
10 a.m. on October 21.)
Who could have been more
exasperated than the pretty coed
who was accidentally wedged be
tween the columns of a hungry pla
toon on their way home for lunch ?
When the coed in question finally
got her breath all she could say
was. “Gosh!”
Coeds, Coeds, Coeds
And speaking of coeds. . . .
Aren’t there a lot of them ? A1
Smith came in at noon beaming
and proudly announced that he had
personally counted 879 on his way
home from class and that all of
them had smiled directly at him.
A recent survey precludes that
the five things which our ranks
think most about are: 1. Girls. 2.
Girls. 3. Girls. 4. Girls. 5. Girls.
No wonder Taylor’s doesn't have
any business any more.
If anyone happens to find a
slightly worn 1925 Model T Ford
engine will they please contact
Bill Crepps ? At some time or oth
er he lost one from the Yellow
Phantom. Said .phantom is l^iat
yellow bathtub on wheels which is
always parked in front of Ger
linger.
This is the last stretch of our
stay on the Oregon campus. Wind
ing up our term in December we
will cast off our adopted web feet
and truck for the greener pastures
of a medical college.
DANCING
EVERY SAT. NIGHT
with
Art Holman and his
Orchestra
EUGENE HOTEL
— T
WELCOME UNIVERSITY RECEPTION
FIRST BAPTIST CHURCH
Friday 8 p. m.
RALLY DAY AND WORLD-WIDE
COMMUNION CERVICE
Sunday:
11 :00 a.in. "In the Shadow of the Cross”
9:45 a.m. University Class
7:30 p.m. ‘‘Who Told on Me” ^
Broadway and High Dr. V. H. Webster, Pastor