Oregon W Emerald
ANNE CRAVEN ROSEANN LECKIE
Editor Business Manager
ELIZABETH HAUGEN FRANNIE MAIER
Managing Editor Advertising Manager
MARGUERITE WITTWER ”
News Editor
EDITORIAL BOARD
Norris Yates, Edith Newton, Caj-ol 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
Gloria Campbell, Pat McCormack,
Librarians
Betty Bennett, Music Editor
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.
QefyinninCf, With 20, . .
Wednesday night the comparatively still waters of ASUO
activity were stirred with a vigorous stick by about 20 Uni
versity men who had handed together for the purpose of doing
-that very thing. Over ISO other men enjoyed the fruits of
the labor of this score in the form of an hour and a half’s
entertainment at the men’s smoker. They represented over 70
per cent of all the men on the campus, and they were the very
fellows whom the 20 were trying to “activate.” If they succeed
ed there will be over 200 socially and cooperatively minded men
students in the University. It is hoped that there will eventually
be 479. That is the total number of registered men.
Now we are not advocating extra-curricular activity as an
end in itself. We know how much time and money used to be
wasted in the days before the war—and is still being wasted—
by students both male and female who came to the University
with little else in mind. But we do recommend campus activity
as one of the chief means whereby a student may develop arid
enlarge his personality and improve his understanding of his
fellows. We want you to place academic study before all, while
you are here. But whether you study or not, we believe that
your college education will be no “education” unless you make
a conscious effort to know and learn from the truly fascinating
personalities who are your fellow students. And we believe
that in the case of you men you can make the effort with ease
and success by endeavoring to take an active part in further
projects like the recent smoker, of which there will be a number
this year.
* * * *
That dry-humored moralist and 19-th century liberal. George
11. Lorimer once wrote that, “There are two kinds of educa
tion in college: one that you learn from books and professors,
the other and more important that you pick up from the
fellows.” The late “self-made” editor of the Saturday Evening
I’ost spoke these words out of his experiences while attending
Yale back in the good old days of the full skirt and the flying
wedge. But they hold just as surely in our own day as in
Ins.—N.Y.
GanceAnituj, Qlamnu/i . . .
Just tasting1 the froth, just wading aimlessly through the
shallower puddles, most of us give little or no thought to efforts
which will net us nothing in material benefits and with which
no shiny pins to add to our sweater collection, no laurels, no
significant glory from outside sources is connected.
Making surgical dressings for the Red Cross may sound . . .
unglamorous.
Yesterday at the assembly Major Peter Ashton of the British
commando said, and lie meant it seriously, that war is not
glamorous; the commandos, paratroopers, and rangers were
glamourized by the press, but that their work is “loathesome.”
Later in an interview, the major remarked that all of Britain
was fighting to win the war, which is far from nearing its
climax, and that the women of Kngland "work like hell.”
Women in America have not worked too much. They have
perhaps not realized how indispensible their services are to
their communities and their country. University of Oregon
women have too often taken the attitude that those hours
spent in the Red Cross room in Gerlinger were merelv so much
time to chalk up to the credit of their living organizations.
Bandage rolling to them is a routine job done as a house dutv.
The need for surgical dressings in total war is self-evident.
Like the dangerous, bloody work your fighting men are en
gaged in, rolling bandages is essential.
Work very often is not glamourous, in the sensational mean
ing of the term. Its glamour lies in the knowledge of its neces
sity and in the satisfaction of its accomplishment.
The attitude of the University woman towards Red Cross
work could be this: 1 am helping to win this war. 1 am helping
my man who may sometime be wounded and in need of these
bandages. 1 am doing my duty.
Forget the glamour and the glory for a while; let some of
your pretty illusions be broken. Skirt the shallower puddles
and dive deeply into work that is worthwhile.—MAY.
Jlette/iA.
To the Editor
To the Editor:
In reference to the letter by Bar
bara Gene in Tuesday’s Emerald, I
wish to say this:
Evidently Miss Gene has not
been a consistent reader of the
Emerald, for her pertinent remarks
were directed to Mr. Chas. Polity’
treatment of the Young Demo
cratic meeting only. If she will
recall, the Young Republicans re
ceived a similar write-up by Mr.
Politz.
To state that such remarks as
those of Politz “show a general lack
of knowledge of good college news
paper policy’’ is a misstatement.
Anyone, whether a Democrat or a
Republican, can readily see that
these subjects have been treated
without bias.
I agree that this election is all
important and should be taken
seriously. However, we can't go
through this crisis, and I believe
it is a crisis, with a deadpan, fur
rowed-brow attitude. Mr. Roosevelt
in his opening campaign speech to
the Teamsters union was anything
but serious, and the fact that he
can laugh off his difficulties has
been his salvation.
No situation has ever been so
difficult that we, in America, could
not cope with it with the aid of our
sense of humor.
The boys on the firing line have
found that wise-cracking has brok
en the tentseness of critical situa
tions. This brand of humor that we
possess has lead us to victory be
9am fyosi feleahlaii
By SUE WELCH
Hi ya cats, glad to see you back.
And now that you’ve gotten past
the title of this little ditty, and
if you have the courage to delve
a little farther, we’ll try to give you
the once over lightly on some of
the latest happenings in the world
of jam. (For the benefit, of those
of you who are a little thick, we
don't mean the edible kind.)
It appears tnat we’re going to
have to devote most of this column
to some of the newer waxings
mainly on account of because we
haven't been to hep with some of
the latest moves of the country’s
top-ranking bands. We can’t even
make a comment on Erskine
Hawkins ’cause we were a good
kid and stayed home for the Bun
ion Derby. But we hear tell that
he was fine. Which is more than
we can say for Frankie Masters.
But now let us proceed to this
week’s platter chatter. Victor has
issued a couple of topnotch items
to swing you out of bed in the
ayem and send you whistling
across the campus. Isn’t that ri
diculous ? But one that will really
put you in the groove is the T. D.
“Starmaker” album, a set of eight
fore and it would be unfortunate
if we should lose it.
To possess a light and humorous
outlook doesn’t necessarily mean
that a person doesn’t know the
tensity of the situation.
PATRICIA GRAHAM.
Nuf Sed
By CHAS. POLITZ
The crowd shifted gears, moved off to Mac court. The rally
squad had its man, followed in his crepe-soled footsteps like
nails trailing a horseshoe magnet. Everyone was happy. Some
even smiled.
We climbed aboard the train, went into the smoking car
where the press conference was scheduled to be held. The car
was done in deep rich tones, mel
lowed by considerable age—med
ium-soft openmouth-shaped chairs
upholstered in an old rose harsh
weave material— no modernistic
furniture or fixtures—solid, tem
perate just as one would imagine
a Republican smoking car should
look.
Three boys from an Albany high
school paper were sitting at the
card table to the fore of the car.
The working press began to filter
in — men well-dressed in sloppy
casualness and sporting sleepy, in
dulged, world-weary faces. Full
hearted, resolute Marian Lowry of
the Guard was there looking slight
ly out of place in the midst of the
bored sophisticates. So was sports
writer Dick Strite—exactly why,
we never found out. Maybe he ex
pected the All-American blanket,
too.
Learn to Smoke
At 7:30 the newspapermen took
variously-sized pads from their
variously-sized pockets. Governor
Bricker appeared in the doorway.
He was wearing the same suit, and
was smoking a pipe, rather ineptly
through his front teeth, hardly like
an old pipe smoker would at least.
He sat down with the boys from
the Albany high school, introduced
himself. They did likewise.
Then his advance publicity man,
having cased the joint first, told
him that there were several other
newspaper people to whom he had
not extended the offical welcome.
We were asked to rise and shake
the hand of the governor. We did.
“Very glad to meet you,” he said.
“Thank you,” we said. We sat
down. He followed suit.
The governor started asking
questions about the size and shape
of the University from the Albany
high school boys. They seemed a
little at a loss for accuracy. We
\ olunteered a few figures. He then
; straightened out-loud in his mind
which was Oregon and which was
Oregon State. He kept repeating
how “we had sure handed Ohio
State a licking in basketball last
year,’’ which we did—in ’39. Cor
rection only intensified his per
sistence. “We had sure knocked
their blocks off.’’
The Real Beginning
The real press conference proper
began when he called for questions
and a newsman with piercing eyes
and a mustache tried to worm him
into a committment on a point
from his Seattle speech. He asked
him if his mention of military and
economic security meant setting
up bases in every U. S. port of
trade all over the world. The gov
ernor said it definitely did not, that
it meant the maintaining of an
adequate navy to protect our inter
ests and certain strategic ports
from which to operate. The report
er tried again. The governor held
pat. He again defined his posi
tion on scattered world-wide bases.
"This doesn’t mean imperialistic
designs, but bases from which we
can operate to protect our inter
est,’’ he said. “If we assume a
discs featuring Tommy and seven
stars who found their way to fame ,
in his band. “Swing High” for
ample, featuring high-register
trumpeter Ziggy Elman and the
entire band is guaranteed to slap
the sleep out of tired eyes.
Wax-Work
Another honey is a special from
the Victor (pd. adv.) waxworks
featuring “Fats” Waller in one of
his all-time bests, a tune called
“Oh Frenchy.” Fats turned this
ditty from World War I into a
record riot. “It’s a Sin to Tell a
Lie” backs the baby with Fats
kidding the lyrics until you finally
decide it isn’t such a sin after all.
Getting away from the waxings
a.nd back to real life, it may 1nt(^
est you to know, if you don’t al
ready, that Artie Shaw’s new band
is expected to debut in a tres short
while. (In French that word has
an accent over it, but we can’t
find one on the typewriter so we
hope our French teacher will over
look it.) It will (getting back to
Shaw) probably be a seventeen
piece outfit similar to his “Begin
The Beguine” band. Plans for the
band are not known at this writ
ing, but Artie expects a radio show
before too long and will no doubt
previow the band in the East. No
doubt!!
And now for those of you of thlr
old school, Rachmaninoff ....
great, gloomy genius ... is dead,
but the renowned Russia pianist
composer lives again in a Red Seal
recording of his last major opus,
his own “Concerto No. 4 in G
Minor” which Victor has just re
leased. Recorded by Rachmaninoff
with the Philadelphia Symphony
orchestra shortly before he died in
1943 it emerges as a performance
of sweep and grandeur, lyrical in
tensity and noble evocation. (Good
word, don’t you think?)
responsibility like we did in the.
Philippines we must not leave them
at the mercy of other countries.”
The governor was calm, spoke
slowly and persuasively, cagily
forming only the right words.
Then Marian Lowry said that
the local CIO had endorsed a
straight Democratic ticket, but had
included Wayne L. Morse as its
favorite son for senator; asked the
governor if he would comment on
that. He said that he would not,
as it concerned a local political
situation with which he was not
familiar.
This, however, served as a bridge
from which to launch an attack on
the political action committee of
the CIO. Mr. Bricker maintained
that the PAC does not represent
the sentiment of the CIO. ‘‘The
PAC is a very subversive move,
very detrimental to the cause of
labor,” he said.
At 7:45 the reporter on our right
gave the sign-off signal. ‘‘Thank
you, Mr. Governor,” and the con
ference broke up.
(Tomorrow—Taxis and Blasting
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