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About Oregon daily emerald. (Eugene, Or.) 1920-2012 | View Entire Issue (Oct. 13, 1944)
Oregon W Emerald
LOUISE MONTAG, PEGGY OVERLAND
Edith Newton, Carol Cook
Betty Lou Vogelpohl, Executive Secretary
Betty French Robertson, Women’s Editor
Winifred Romtvedt, Assistant News Editor
Darrell Boone, Photographer
Jean Lawrence, Assistant Managing Editor
Assistant Managing Editors
Gloria Campbell, Pat McCormack,
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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There are a million ways of saying" just the same thing . . .
“welcome home.” None of them ever seem to really fit tire
situation or to he adequate enough for what we want to say.
jYou have probably been welcomed into so many places and
by so many illustrious people that you are well-accustomed
to the usual phrases. We aren’t . . . and we would like you to
know just how happy and proud we all are for what you have
accomplished since last spring term.
You are, in a manner, Oregon’s “Cinderella Girl.” When you
left the campus last June there were many who were confident
of your victory, and there were those who were doubtful.
You had so many odds against you, it seemed, and all of us
were dazzled at the prospect before you . . . radio shows, theater
appearances, lunches in restaurants and places we had all read
about. You seemed to have arrived at the zenith that repre
sents a great deal for many of us . . . seeing New York. And
so we were excited when you left, and hopeful.
Now you have returned. We stopped being hopeful a long
time ago and are just proud now. There is a glamor of Coney
Island, Broadway, and Times Square, the Astor, and Sardi’s
about you so if you are a little deluged with questions and by
public curiosity don’t be too surprised. We have heard a lot
about you and we would like to know more.
As to your future . . . that is in your own very capable hands.
With the brilliant beginning you have made this summer,
there are only the brightest of prospects before you, and we
can only wish you a lot of luck.
Now that we have tried to express just how everyone feels
.about your return to the campus, here is the best way after
all . . . “welcome home, Marie.”-—P.F.O.
Co-eJUtanial. . .
*li*ne fyosi Play?. . .
University coeds arc busy. Their hours are filled with studies
and activities of all kinds, and occasionally a date or two. Manv
ills join the Grogan a staff and find themselves working long
hours every day to put out the yearbook. Others join the Em
erald and discover an activity which takes up a tremendous
amount of spare time. The YWCA, the Red Cross, the War
Board, committees, house activities, and jobs all absorb time
like a sponge.
This, of course, refers to a very small percentage of the
coeds registered. \\ here are the others? What arc they doing?
‘‘We're just too busy studying,” cries their Great Voice. To
use a trite phrase—fiddlesticks!
Take a look at Reed college in Portland. Last year the gov
ernment proposed bringing in a group of navy V-12 trainees
to be instructed in much the same curriculum as the army and
air corps men at Oregon. It was soon found that the manpower
shortage was acute. Not enough help could be hired to take
care of the 2(>0 men. So an amazing step was taken. The stu
dent body members themselves volunteered to take over the job.
The scholastic schedule was reduced by one-third. The stu
dents undertook the task of doing all the cooking, serving, and
dishwashing. They cleaned all their living quarters. In all,
■every student volunteer worked five hours a day in this stupen
dous venture. The sailors weighed anchor toward the end of
the year, so in order to make up academic studies, the facultv
gave instruction all summer without salary.
Last year the Reed students were not sitting about idly
twiddling their thumbs. The girls at Yassar college, Pough
keepsie, N. Y., are doing the same sort of work in the absence
of adequate personnel.
To hear of these efforts leaves one in a more humble frame
of mind. University coeds are not asked to undertake such
tremendous tasks in addition to their studies. To ask a greater
interest and participation in any and all kinds of campus ac
tivities is a small plea. What is the Great Voice saving
By CHAS. POLITZ |
The leaders of the Young Democratic party had hardly fin
ished their box lunch dinners on the steps of Chapman hall
when we arrived. They had swung into their prepared positions
early it seems, to count Democratic noses in a sort of a molecu
lar ex-parte Gallop poll, and thus conceivably generate new life
and vitality into their self-enthusiasm for the meeting at hand.
Ae we wanaerea aimlessly down
the hall we could not help but feel
the magnetism of an object—hazy
at the distance, but dead-set in
front of us—pulling us to its bos
om. As we came within mudpat
range we were able to discern our
magnetic protaganist. On the wall
in front of us was a charm-sprayed
picture of a wellknown fireside
face. The picture wore a “fellow
traveler and apostle of good will
to all men” expression on his face.
He had a flower (tho indistinguish
able as to species) in his button
That the wear and tear of age
and diplomatic receptions seem to
be under the plump thumbs of the
parties, and invariably — presto —
call it quits in election years, was
evidenced in the unlined youthful
ness, but mature casual vibrancy of
our subject. We wondered, how
ever, if his placement under the
neon-red EXIT sign was an in
eptitude or a sign of dissention
within the ranks.
We Didn’t Bother
We did not bother to ask where
Eleanor was, and entered the meet
ing room. We had no sooner
stepped across the threshold, than
we were accosted by an individual
who was determined to pin a
Roosevelt button on every living
thing and whisk of air that came
thru the door. We recognized him
as a rather Communistically-in
clined friend of ours who recently
proved his thesis that even a rath
er good-sized beard could not carry
the rather good-sized bomb neces
sary to qualify him for the movies.
Flanking, him at the other door,
tho less fervently impassioned
toward her mission, was a comely
Pi Phi with long blonde hair.
As the seats began to fill up it
became apparent that the gather
ing was more richly varied than
that offered by a similar organ
izational meeting of the other
party. Among those present were
two distinguished members of the
faculty, two of the campus’ most
eminent self-admitted gaydogs, and
Smokey. The latter confided to us
later that he attended, not so much
out of partisanship, as to seek out
returned Phi Delts who would
again set up a Bones and Crumbles
for Smokey bureaucracy.
Right Off the Bat
First thing on the agenda was
the election of a president. This
was carried out most efficiently
we recorded, between a sneeze and
the reciprocating Gesundheit of a
pair of afflicted youngsters in the
back of the room. Only one nomina
tion was forwarded, and that was
seconded and the nominations were
moved closed before we had a
chance to propose Dr. Waldo Schu
macher as a strong second candi
date. The vote was unanimous and
in a moving crescendo like the
Metropolitan’s well-coached Celes
tial chorus from Aida.
The president-elect turned out to
be a tall, very properlooking young
fellow whose erect stance — chin
annealed carefully to adam’s apple,
glasses and white meticulously
tight starched collar made him ap
pear more as you had always im
agined a good Republican should
look. He mounted the podium with
the august trepidations of a man
EVERY SAT. NIGHT
Art Holman and his
ART HOLMAN and
Every Saturday Night
Dancing, 9 ’til 12
In the Persian Room
helps safeguard your
eyes and health
The municipal electric
and water utilities sup
ply . . .
AT LOW COST
Municipal Electric and Water Utilities
about to be launched into marriage,
and produced—poof-like—from out
of something a prepared outline of
the intended order of business,
which seemed to advance, in
Smokey’s mind at least, the notion
that he was not altogether caught
unawares by the honor bestd^ed
His First Words—Tomorrow
EVERY SAT. NIGHT
Art Holman and his
Every Saturday Night
9 ’til 12
"Swing in the Saddle"
"Falcon in Mexico"
"Going My Way"
with BING CROSBY >
— and —
FIBBER McGEE and
"See Here, Private
Starring Robert Walker
ad Donnna Reed
— plus —
"Secrets of Scotland*