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About Oregon daily emerald. (Eugene, Or.) 1920-2012 | View Entire Issue (Sept. 29, 1944)
*.-------i By JIM TUCKER It seems to take a blocking back to do it, but at least the students at Oregon were able to see, if not watch in action, a few football players recently. The three here to visit and to see a prospective blocking back were Caine, Decks, and Mayther of the newly-formed Portland Rockets, members of the American professional football league. With football in the past at Ore gon it may be interesting to sports fans to learn a little of the Rock ets’ season thus far. They opened ♦against the Seattle Bombers and were turned back by the Seattle club 21 to 13 in a hard-fought game. Hoping to follow up this advan tage, the highly-touted Los An geles Mustangs invaded the Ore gon metropolis to wreak damage, but a bunch of powerful and shifty players, headed by Jimmy Caine, turned back the southern invaders by a score of 30 to 7. The league-leading Hollywood Rangers then encountered the Portland team and drove them for cover under a hail of scores, 50 to ^22. Oddly enough, with Portland on the short end of the score, the most brilliant and spectacular event of this field scoring field day came when Caine returned a kick off for 08 yards and six points. Caine was again the star of the show last Sunday as the Rockets ran well to swamp the Oakland Hornets 39 to 0, with this speedboy scoring five of the six touchdowns for the Portland players. Bill Mayther, former Oregon man, set the stage for one of Caine's touchdowns when he car ried the ball to the Hornet’s one ■^•ard line, only to fumble with the hall going across the goal line DANCING EVERY SAT. NIGHT with Art Holman and his Orchestra EUGENE HOTEL [ where it was regained by Caine for j six points. This win over the Hornets, giv ing the Rockets a won-lost record of two and two, moved them near er the top rung of the league ladder. I Nuf Sed (Continued from faijc two) | a field goal in the wastepaper J basket, - and then from out the j great zipper-mouthed mystic, the cryptic: “STILL” (followed by [ dashes). The Clincher But it is in the last argument panel that the skillful woven web J is finished and baited for the kill. The scene is Joe’s bar, or Har | ry’s bar, or Irving’s bar—or who | ever happens to own the place, j Four figures are drinking before | breakfast—which is very hard or. j one’s digestion- or it may be lunch. No clock is in evidence. The man in the far background ! has a hat and a mustache and is wearing both. In addition to these sartorial details he is having a drink served him from out a bottle which is in the process of magical : ly pouring from the horizontal 1 position without seemingly being touched by human hand. Next, and progressing toward the right, is a man in cap and bow tie, who has his head tilted back at a rakish angle and is enjoying a gargle of a straight shot with great gusto. Ah-ha! THEN comes our straight man, the lead-on guy. He is wearing a 1 1 .. you name it— we have it... If it’s a sweater, count on Kaufman Brothers sport shop. There’s not a color on record, not a soft or nubby weave yet that we can’t dig you up. So drop around and see, hm? Slipon sweater at 4.95 up Virgin wool skirts 5.95 up liat, is bulby-eyed, with a nymph like expression on his clean shaven face. He is wearing a pin-stripe suit and is reading a blank newspaper held in his left hand while juggling a mug of hot rum (could be cold and whiskey for that matter) in his right. He drops his jaw (this is noticeable) and says: "I'M CERTAINLY GLAD THE COPS GOT THE BROW. ' HOW I HATED THAT MAN. HE : WAS WICKED. EH, BUD?" The "EH. BUD?” is directed at a thing farther to the right—os tensibly a man- a character in a J black suit and white bow tie with a face like a carefully-wrinkled rubber glove. The face is square, has black hair on top the precipicie j forehead. The hair, as the rest of ! the body, seems well-oiled, and the former (the hair) is parted in the! middle. He is holding a glass of vodka or lemon juice, or something equally tending to acidity, in his left hand. His eyes wander off in opposite directions, dreamily as if in remembrance of grand times in the old white side-walled-gutter days. His expression is contemplative. A eigaret titters on the brink of his lower lip. We wonder it' his nose is a protrusion, an intrusion, or an indentation. His head is shaking violently hut rhythmically as per haps to bespeak that he is in the advanced stages of delirium tre mens. He is ominous. What he says is even more so. “ER — OH — YES. . . . EX TREMELY SO! EXTREMELY SO!” he says. You Asked For It He is just what you have asked for. The 48tli in what seemingly will be an unending line of Inde scribable, and Indescribably Gory and Fascinating Men, Women, and we hope, someday Children — Mr. and Mrs. Pruneface, 88 Keyes, B-B Eyes, Nifty, Laffy, Mama and the Midget, the Mole, Flattop, the Brow, Gravel Gertie, and now - . Don't fail to look tomorrow to find out who. I’ll bet it’ll be a loo loo. Hope you're satisfied, kiddies. Speaking for ourselves ? — WE CAN HARDLY WAIT. ASUO Head Greets Frosh (Continued from page one) need an unlimited number of members. Miss Holliday invites freshmen who are having trouble getting into campus activities to come see her at her office in McArthur court any afternoon except Monday. The freshmen plan to meet again nevt Tuesday at 4 to discuss fur ther activities which they might enter and to organize as a group for this purpose. Send the Emerald to your par ents. $1.25 a term, $3.00 a year. DANCING Svery Saturday Night 9 ’til 12 at the EUGENE HOTEL with ART HOLMAN AND HIS ORCHESTRA in the Persian Room 100% Imported Wool . . Hand-Fashioned . . CARDIGAN BEAUTY It's one of those silky-soft kind of wool cardigans ... a very fine gauge weave! Luscious colors, too . . . blue, lavendar, cherry, copper! And it’s hand-fashioned for comfortable fit. No wonder the students are grabbing them. $8.95 Gordon’s ... of course SEND YOUR PARENTS YOUR SCHOOL PAPER They will be interested in reading about you and about various campus activities. Subscribe Now $1.25 a term — $3.00 a year Fill in the box and return with check to—• OREGON DAILY EMERALD UNIVERSITY OF OREGON EUGENE, OREGON I wish to subscribe to the OREGON DAILY; EMERALD for: Check □ One term at $1.25 '1: one □ One year at $3.00 ; i Name .. Address ... City... State ..