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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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With the lAJUtd and the Rain
]t is a rare occasion when the Oregon sky is too bashful
to weep in public. On the least provocation the blue heavens
turn into formidable grayness, and the light mist evolves into
a heavy drizzle, then a good-sized shower, and finally a first
class torrent. The Oregon coed, of course, is expected to trip
gaily through this downpour and appear both good-humored
and fresh as a daisy. It is an impossibility, with the exception
of those characters who prefer the rain.
J he coed sits there m class trying desperately to glean a
bit of information from the professor’s lecture, but what hap
pens? Her war-time shoes are soaked through; her feet are
chilled to such an extent that she hardly realizes they belong
to her. Her raincoat, against which she must often lean, is
cold, wet, and dripping. The furry mittens and the kerchief
which tried so bravely to keep the rain from her curls are also
victims of the deluge. How can she concentrate?
The majority of the coeds on the campus have fallen into
the clutches of the vitamin craze. Each morning (or evening,
as the case may be) she swallows her minisculic capsule con
taining the necessary quantities of vitamins A, B. C. D, and G.
With the aid of these she desperately hopes to ward away the
colds to which she is constantly being exposed by other stu
dents and is being threatened bv the forces of nature. The
fight is overwhelming, but she tries as best she can.
And on the way to classes the coed must often walk on
muddy paths which would be labeled in Africa as wallowing
holes for hippopotami. Many of the graveled ones are pitted
with pools of water. Unless the coed wears hip boots she may
as well enroll in the beginners’ swimming class.
The University infirmary may be an outstanding institution
for curing colds once they have already set in, but the old
saying “An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure” still
holds true. With all her heart the Oregon coed wishes it were
possible to avoid or prevent colds, but the odds against her
are tremendous. One might even go so far as to remark that
she is fortunate in having as few colds as she does.—B.F.R.
Scuf. 9t With Money . . .
When we speak of a heavy load here, we mean term hours
and pressure of studies. Not many of us would he so eager to
get an education that we would carry a heavy load of books
on our hacks and hike to the Rocky mountains to set up class
rooms.
In China they have done it. Some of the universities have
already migrated four or five times still farther west to continue
their courses in unoccupied country. With the Japanese armies
advancing now in southwest China, they are on the move again.
For them it’s a matter of life or death as well as preservation
of institutions of learning. Students were killed or captured in
first attacks by the enemy.
We aren’t very likely to have to do as the Chinese do, in
this case. We feel sorry for them. We admire them. We shake
our heads in amazement that such endurance and longing for
knowledge is found in the human race. Then, we forget about
them.
The World Student Service Fund was organized so that those
students struggling against the destruction of war would not
be forgotten. As the name implies, it isn’t a memorial organiza
tion that sits around murmuring sympathetic phrases.
Aside from any inward satisfaction we may get from being
benevolently generous, our part in the drive is strictly material.
,We re asked to give only money.
We can help by contributing that money we would spend
for cigarettes and candy if we could get them. We might even
sacrifice a few cokes and shows.
We wouldn't be attending a university if we didn’t believe
that education is worthwhile in a world at war. The World
Student Service Fund helps to maintain education in countries
where it would otherwise be crippled.
\\ e're working with students for students.—L.S.M.
By BETTY SAILOR
While we were standing in front of Eugenia 205,
our baggage heaped on the ground unceremoniously
beside us, the gate swung open and our host, Rafael,
a short, slightly built man, with light brown hair
and brown eyes emerged. After we had completed
the introductions, he seized our bags and informed
us that cena was on the table.
His American wife, Louise, a tall, red-haired girl,
greeted us at the door.
Tequila, Lemon, and Salt
After dinner, in celebration of our arrival, Rafael
opened a bottle of tequila, the Mexican national
beverage, and taught us the correct procedure of
imbibing same. The general idea is to cut one of
the green lemons into slices, bring out the available
salt-shakers, and then pitch in. The tequija is
served in small goblets with red or green wooden
stems, the base and container being brass.
A small sip of tequila was in order, followed by
a bite of lemon, well-salted, and the process of alter
ation continued until one supply was exhausted. We
were informed that the more skillful enthusiasts
placed the salt on the thumbnail and flipped it into
the mouth, actually getting it there. After Dodie
had thoroughly salted both eyes, and our combined
efforts had taken care of the surrounding floor, we
stuck to the less dramatic mode.
I’m a Stranger Here Myself
The next morning we rose bright and early at 11,
our objective being a trip to the embassy to register.
That sounds fairly simple to the average ear. All
that stood between us and the embassy was a two
mile ride on a Mexcan bus, paying our fare in
centavos after first pooling our accumulated knowl
edge of Spanish to inquire the amount, ascertaining
the point of debarkation, and getting to the em
bassy, when we had had one glimpse of the city
from a taxicab window in the middle of the night.
I must confess that we managed our entrance and
finances rather smoothly—then it was time to get
off. Louise had told us to get off at the Insurgent.es
theater, a magnificent rose-colored edifice with a
silver tower high-lighted by streaks of brightly
colored neon at night. It was situated on a busy
corner, and had about six wide stairways, separated
by handrails, leading up to the boxoffice which was
located quite a distance above street level. Since it
was such an outstanding landmark, we couldn’t very
well miss it* but we felt an elation like Balboa dis
covering the Pacific when we sighted it on the hori
zon, and proceeded to beat each other wildly, utter
ing shrieks of exultation.
Then the pay-off came. Of course, if we’d been
sitting toward the rear of the bus, we wouldn’t
have been so noticeable, but we had settled ourselves
on the hard wooden bench built over the right front
fender. Louise had told us that the drivers never
pay attention to the bells and that if you want to
get off, you should inform the chauffeur of your
intentions loudly. Too late did we find that they j
reacted as their Oregon Motor stage counterparts, j
As we neared our stop, Dodie, being the closest,
reached over, bestowed a resounding slap upon the
driver’s back, and, interpreting Louise’s “loudly”
literally, fairly bellowed, “Bajo, ba-a-a-ajo” in
urgent tones. Immediately all conversation and
tivity in the bus stopped. The passengers stared as
though struck by lightning. The driver was so
startled that he practically ran into a car, and the
ticket-boy laughed until he cried. Yes, we got off
all right—followed by the loud laughter of all within
the bus.
That evening we found that it was Louise’s Sa'iJft
day, and the customary visits and ritual were sched
uled, About 5 o’clock, after dinner and our siesta,
the family began to drift in, and what a family!
There seemed to be thousands of them, and no one
came empty-handed.
Pass the Bicarbonate
Aside from the rich cakes, rather coarse in texture
and covered with a hard syrup-like mixture contain
ing numerous varieties of fruit and nuts, were the
plates of something vaguely akin to jelly, only
hardened to the stage of actual toughness. The
content was difficult to ascertain, but there were no
solid pieces of fruit to add interest. It was brown
ish and translucent in appearance. Everything was
protected by little wire cages that were to be re
turned to the donor with the plate when the so-cali^t
delicacy was duly consumed. ,
It is eaten by itself as dessert, sliced thin, and
seldom covered with any sauce, even milk. Dodie,
Peg, and I exchanged mutually-tortured glances,
and plunged into the task, armed with a spoon,
to do our bit for Latin-American relations.
I Had a Friend
We were just finishing dinner the next afternoon
when Ofelia, our 17-year-old Indian servant, ap
peared informing me that “su amigo’’ had arrived.
A quick glance through the peephole in the gate
disclosed not only Jorge, but also a very good
looking friend who was seated in the Cadillac parked
at the curb.
It seemed that we were going to be shown the
town if we were willing. Next week, “Our Intro
duction to Night Life and Summer School!”
Fireside Talks
(Continued from patje one)
Thursday at Alumni hall. Charlotte
Calder reports that students and
campus leaders have already been
sent invitations to the affair, and
100 guests are expected to attend.
The Christian Faith conference
series was launched Thursday, Oc
tober 26, by Dr. Paul Wright, pas
tor of the First Presbyterian
church of Portland.
Sponsored by the campus Stu
dent Religious council and the
ASUO, the series is designed to
present “in an orderly and formal
fashion, the specific content and
significance of the Christian re
ligion, and to clarify any con
fusion which may exist concerning
it. It is to bring to the attention
of the students the importance of
taking account of religion as a
factor not only for themselves, but
in relation to society in general,”
explained Miss Beard.
Committees
Last week’s conference was suc
cessful, according to committee
members, in that it aroused cam
pus interest in the subject. This
week a larger number of students
are expected to attend the lectures.
Committee chairmen are: promo
tion, JoAnn Dolph; luncheon chair
man, Charlotte Calder; afternoon
chairman, Betty Lu Cramer; even
ing chairman, Leslie Brocklebank
and Sally Spiess; publicity chair
man, Marguerite Wittwer.
Current Production
(Continued from page one)
cial mention was given to the set
tings, designed by Mr. Robinson,
which, according to Hasselrooth,
“wobble and disappear as if moti
vated by an earthquake.’’ The dino
saur and mammoth, Betty Lee
Barnes and Roberta Quigley, also
leceived praise.
The box office in Johnson hall
will be open Thursday. Reserva
tions may be obtained by phoning
extension 216,
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