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Published daily during the college year except Sundays, Mondays, and holidays and
fina^ examination periods by the Associated Students. University of Oregon.
Entered as second-class matter at the postoffice, Eugene, Oregon.
1/1 nitty Afatu . . .
I He election is over in America. The war isn't over for
America.
We can settle clown to winning the war. We know that the
man who will head the nation for the next four rears is the
choice of the majority of the people.
Now is not the time, however, to lose all interest in news
from the national capital. Most of us could not vote in this
election, hut we felt a keen interest in it. Four rears from
now we will he of voting age. it is our duty to keep informed
on how our government is working. We should know and
evaluate its foreign and domestic policies. We should watch
the potential leaders rising and those alreadv shaping national
and international policies.
1 his is not a plea for continuation of partisan mud-slinging.
I hat is out. hut an election arouses interest in government,
and that is healthy for a democracy. We review the merits and
mistakes of the administration. We consider the possibilities
of better administration and of new errors. Many of us admitted
this time that we didn’t know enough of the backgrounds of
the two main candidates, the next election cannot be less im •
portant. We will be considering either who is the man to lead
the nation to victory and through the peace talks or who is
the best to carry out the peace plans already in operation.
1 he election has awakened us from our sleepiness regarding
news of the nation's government. If the choice of a leader
meant so much to us, surely the performance of that leader
is not less important. Hut, let’s remember he is our leader and
not just a member of one political parts-.
I he word now is "unity. YYe believe in America and in the
intelligence of the American people in selecting leaders. They
have chosen him so he must represent their idea of an American
leader. Whether or not lie was our individual choice doesn’t
matter. He may not have been our candidate, but lie’s our
president.
Ga-edUtosucU
With .
"Daughter dear, a college or university is a wonderful insti
tution, hut what kind of a position would you train for? I hate
to think of my little girl becoming a career girl.”
"I?" the daughter exclaims in astonishment. "A career girl?
Not me, mother. I haven t the faintest desire for a career. 1
want to go to school to acquire a little culture. 1 want to be
the smart sophisticated wife of a prominent man, a wife who
can entertain a variety ol people and he able to talk with them j
on all subjects intelligently, a wife who is well-versed on what i
is happening in the world today.
So, mother, that is why I want to go to the University of 1
Oregon. A major part of the curriculum is devoted to cultural !
subjects. There are so many that I will have a hard time i
•choosing which ones to take.
I might develop my talents bv taking drawing, painting, or
sculpturing in the art school, or learn how to decorate mv home
and how to appreciate the fine art of the world. I might go on ‘
with my music lessons until I can become proficient enough to
bring pleasure to my tamily and community. I could take music l
history and appreciation so that l would know and understand 1
great music. s
"I can learn to speak the modern languages from Norwegian ]
to (ierman, French, Spanish. Italian, or Portuguese in order *
to speak with foreign people; 1 can study ('.reek or Latin to -
understand the ancient culture.
"T can be trained to speak properly and distinctly and to \
write my own language corectly. 1 can learn to understand and t
appreciate the great literature of the ^orld. Besides all this. 1 '
van take all kinds ot courses in social science and science to i
gain a knowledge about many varied subjects. ,
^Itbee fjilli in a Shuttle-Gab. ..
(This is the sixth in a series of articles writ
ten by a University sophomore about her trip to
Mexico this summer with two other coeds,
Peggy Faubion and Dodie Frideger.j
By BETTY SAILOR
At seven we were on our way, Dodie, Peg, and I.
for our introduction to Mexico City night life. Peg’s
catch of the evening was Pepe, a tall, sandy-haired,
blue-eyed fellow who was the life of the party.
He looked more like a Scotsman than the popular
conception of a Mexican, and although he didn’t
speak more than 50 words of English, his witty
observations of life kept us all in stitches.
Xavier, Dodie’s man, was more on the glamour
type—tall, dark, and dashing with a decidedly Am
erican sweater-boy appearance, probably the result
of his Los Angeles education. His name, contrary
to the gringo custom, was pronounced like Ha-vee
air. but Dodie could never seem to make the grade
and called him “Caviar" to save time. Add the last
name of Nelson, and you have a strange Anglo
Latin mixture that is rather difficult to fathom.
Then of course there was Jorge, and what would
our story be without him! He of the brown curly
hair was doing his bit to add decoration to the party
as we set out in the general direction of the bull
ring for a unique little spot with green satin quilted
walls.
Affection or Love?
After a spirited free-for-all on the respective
merits of the words, “carino" and “amor,” we tore
ourselves away from the sophistication of the Holly
wood type and started in search of food. We invaded
the California club, a steak fancier’s heaven, which
is situated on the Paseo de la Reforma, the beautiful
Fifth avenue of the city. Directly across the boule
vard is the Hotel la Reforma whose guests that
week included Kay Kyser and his wife, Georgia
Carroll.
About that time Xavier remembered a party that
he was expected to attend so Jorge and I remained
while the other four left in search of the party.
A half-hour later they returned with the news that
the party was over so the celebration continued.
Privacy Preferred
The next stop on the list was a well-known night
club a few miles out of the city. For about a half
hour the orchestra played just for us, and everyone
else kept off the floor. Then, after a triumphant
exit, we stopped at The Jungle, a mysterious com
bination of shadows, rustic furniture, native color,
and excitement.
As we were leaving for parts unknown, we had a
little accident- we ran into a car and tore the other
man’s fender completely off, but he turned out to
be a friend of Xavier’s father, so the two litera.llv
hugged and made up while we watched in surprisC^
The Long Arm
With renewed spirits, we set our compass for the
next spot on our list, sublimely unaware that a
typically-American expose was slated to take place.
Just as we approached the city limits, we were
halted by two policemen at the roadside checking
station who asked to see Pepe’s driver’s license.
That part would have worked out beautifully except
that the car belonged to Xavier, and it seemed that
their honors, la policia, were not partial to people
who drove their friends' cars so, in spite of a long
winded debate on the subject, we weren’t allowed
to leave the city limits.
Suddenly we thought of the hour! It was 4 o’clock.
Thoroughly horrified, it says here, we dashed for
home. Having heard allusions to the effect that
Mexican girls are very decorous and always hax^
to be home early, we had visions of disgracing our
hosts forever in the eyes of the neighborhood as
well as ruining Latin-Ameriean relations.
Tiptoe Through the Tumult
Therefore, the obvious procedure was to sneak in
with as little noise as possible. We crept from the
car and tiptoed to the gate. With funereal silence
we shook hands in turn with each of the boys as
is the Latin custom.
Suddenly, tumult broke loose. We had forgotten
one little item. We lived next door to four bulldogs,
all possessing extremely raucous voices. They were
allowed to run around the neighbor's roof as a pro
tection against thieves. As soon as the senior mem
ber of the band sensed that all Was not well, he
sprang for our edge of the roof with the other thre%„
following in hot pursuit. Snoopy, our mischievous
police dog, encouraged by the noise, added a rugged
soprano to the quartet.
Absolutely Unrehearsed
The neighborhood began to turn on lights. Wo
tried to turn the key in the lock, but before we
could manage it, the nightwatchman, hearing the
fuss, had grabbed his horn and bicycled frantically
in our direction, blowing the horn all the- while.
Roused to action, the district police car tore around
the corner prepared to join the fray. They all
slammed to a stop in front of the gate and calmly
sat there watching our struggle with the door.
Finally, we made it safely through the door and,
v/ith grand strategy, managed to outrun Snoopy
across the patio to the house, where we collapsed*
in a fit of mortified laughter.
Next week, “The Peaceful Summer School Dance’’
and how it turned out!
...
V JANE ELLSWORTH and
BETTY BUSHMAN
Tail-Ends
Oregon coeds are starting a new
sandana fad according to the Uni
versity of Washington Daily. An
exaggerated type of noodle rag,
■vhich features “horribly elongat
ed" tie ends, reportedly has been
sold by Portland stores to UO and
DSC coeds. When worn correctly,
he streamers of the new fashions
ire said to hang to the hem of the
girl's coat.
Seen anyone caught in a revolv
ng door lately?
* * *
Indigestion
The Huskies may not only have
o talk turkey, but eat it, too, and
ast—Thanksgiving day. One dis
advantage has been found in hav
ng a navy training unit at the
J. of W. This year civilians are
>n the same semester schedule as
he trainees. Classes will be held on
Tianksgiving, New Year's day, and
Washington's birthday.
* * *
Fellas Folly
Open house was declared one
ifternoon last week when June
rtafch, burlesque artist and star of
tage and screen, visited the Sigma
viu house at the University of
Minnesota. It all started when
ome pledges were assigned to get
diss March’s autograph. In their
verzealous bewilderment they in
cited her for lunch. When the fol
" There you see, mother, why
o be really educated for the
ew years as a money-maker. I'
l'he University will give me ei
ne the smartest woman you c
vhy more girls don't take adva
lies star finally arrived, there were
so many other fraternity men seal-;
ing the veranda for a glimpse of
her that not even the bigegst Sig
ma Nu could turn them away.
* * *
Clipped from the Ubyssey, Uni
versity of British Columbia daily:
A schizophrenic we know
Has got no mother,
But he doesn’t care—
He's got each other.
* * *
It’s An Old Story
When the founders of Northwest
ern erected the first building on
the campus, they intended it to be
used temporarily, but it is still in
service today, almost 90 years after
its construction. This ancient edi
fice, which has been moved three
times, used to hold classes for the
ten original students and provided
board and room for them in the
attic.
Sort of reminds us of Villard, for
some reason!
Added Inducement
Headline in the University of
Minnesota Daily:
MINNESOTA FEED MEN
TO STUDY AG COURSE
That’s one way of getting men to
study.
* * *
Hammering It In
First classes at North Texas
State Teacher's college were held
on the second floor of a hardware
store.
Many people imagine that grad
students are impractical as busi
ness men. Statistics show, however,
that brilliant scholars generally
succeed in business.
I want to go to college. I want
rest of my life, not for just a
1 leave that field to other girls,
lough cultural studies to make
ver saw. I'll never understand
itage of them."—15.F.R.
Mixer Planned
(Continued from page one)
Struve, Nadine Foss, and Paul
Smith, entertainment; Dean Bond,
refreshments; Pat Skinner And Bob
Mapier, patrons; Dennis Johnson,
Erna Gawain, Hank Kinsell, and
Mary Robson, decorations; and
Ann Burgess and Wally McKenzie,
registration.
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