Iaegon Imerald LOUISE MONTAG Editor ANNAMAE WINSHIP Business Manager JEANNE SIMMONDS News Editor WINIFRED ROMTVEDT Acting Managing Editor GLORIA GRENFELL Acting Advertising Manager JIM BEYER Acting Sports Editor MARILYN SAGE, WINIFRED ROMTVEDT Associate Editors Editorial Board Mary Margaret-Ellsworth, Jack Craig, Ed Allen Published daily during the college year except Sundays, Mondays, arid holidays and final exam periods by the Associated Students, University of Oregon. Entered as second-class matter at the postoffice, Eugene, Oregon. _ Roommate^ Bfia/ie • • « Last year it was cigarets. J his year it s housing, buch un expected places as the infirmary and the basements of the dor mitories are being used as makeshift barracks for the over flow of students at the University. This is one situation we can't laugh off with the slogan “Things are tough all over.” And it's the sort of problem which we students are glad to leave in the hands of the administration. The people of Eugene have been asked to open their spare rooms for University students. Fifty dwellings are scheduled to be trucked down from Richland, Washington, to provide housing for some of the marred veterans. And University ofli cials are investigating any possible housing facilities. ft isn’t that Oregon didn’t expect an increase in enrollment, hast spring term we pointed with pride to the way we expected our Alma Mater to grow. But the Japanese neglected to inform us until August that they were not planning to carry on the war. And a lot of pros pective students also neglected to let us know they planned to come to school this fall in time for our officials to plan a suit able home for them. We have plans. A new women’s dormitory will be con structed as soon as materials and labor are available. Earlier in the year, it was estimated that it would be ready for occu pancy in the fall of 1947. Even if the building schedule speeds up considerablv, it obviously is not the answer to the piesent housing shortage. There are a number of fraternity houses on the campus that are not used for student housing now. However, they have been leased to private families and cannot be used until ar rangements have been made with those families. 1 hen, too, it is up to the fraternities to decide whether or not they want to lease their houses to the University. Some of them may hold out for a possible re-opening of the fraternities this year. Some of the sororities are taking in roomers to ease the situation. Although regulations forbid having more than four girls in each room in the girls dormitories, five or six aie li\ ing in the rooms at Susan Campbell hall and Hendricks. But they con sider themselves lucky because the basements have been con verted into barracks sleeping quarters for the overflow. Whatever is done now to ease the housing shortage will, of course, be temporarv. From past experience the l niversity has learned that fall term enrollment is not winter or spring term enrollment. It will be a matter of getting along with the facili ties we can provide and planning now for next year. East year one Emerald writer reminded us that the return ing veteran wants more than a shady place by the old mill race at dear old Oregon. We may consider this year a preview of things to come. This year we have to go through the worst problems of reconversion. Next year we'll have to be prepared or forget most of our dreams of postwar Oregon. S>m&naldt (leco*toeSiHa*t . ■ • This is your first Emerald to be published in that long awaited postwar world. And it is the first regular eight-page edition to eonie oil the presses since l'M.i. End of the w ar brought speedy reconversion. On the day af ter the lapanese had announced their intention to surrender, stall' members and 1 lorace \\ . Robinson, acting directoi of edu cational activities, discussed the possibilities ot doubling the Emerald's size. Later the educational activities board gave the official go-ahead, and the campus daily grew. As with all good things, the the approval for the eight-page paper has a catch to it. The fall term budget calls for $.1000 worth of advertising. If the business stall fails to meet that goal, the Emerald will shrink to a four-page paper again winter term. We're confident that the business staff can do it—with And the new s and editorial departments will need help, too. Almost all of the present staff members are used to putting out a four-page paper. 1 tiev need reporters, copyieadeis, headline writers, type setters, proofreaders, and photographers. In the sports department, the Emerald is starting almost from scratch. With two of last year's sports editors gone with the draft, the positions on sports staff from editor to copy hoy will be open for the best candidates. Eor University readers, .we hope the larger size means a better as well as a bigger paper. \\ e 11 be able to cover campus affairs more completely. And we w ill have more activity to re port. There will be two pages devoted to sports daily. One or two pages a week w ill feature articles and interviews of special in terest to coeds. And it may be possible to start a literary page to publish short stories and poems written by students. The Emerald is published by and for the students of the University. We want to know what features you like to read and what you think could he added, l'his year s paper is just in the formative stages now. With your help we can make it one of the best Oregon has cvrr had. —tin—nit—*«—h»—hk—iik—iih—mi—kh««-iih—im— Scuttlebutt - By Carolyn • Jacobs With enough men on the cam pus to take them off the scarce commodity list, gossip is past the wartime slump. Bigger and better Saturday nights will replace the all-women bridge games that used to fill those lonely hours. Summer romances are still news and they flourished like green grass in the Oregon rain. Roberta Scott, Sigma Kappa, is showing her sister the ring Carl Larson gave her this summer. Competing with her for attention is pledge Betty Jo Yeakel with a third finger, left hand diamond from Bob Moore. Two Chi Omegas came back engaged women. Lois Evans announced her engagement to Johnny Rankin, that Oregon State man who made so many trips over here last year. Joene Johnson has a ring from ex-Beaver George Lockoven, now a sergeant overseas. A O Pi Esther QUier and Max Simpson are married and have set up housekeeping in Eugene. Ore gana editor Jean Lawrence Yoder is here with her husband, recently discharged and now enrolled in the University. Sigma Kappa Georgia Lisky plans to marry Kenneth Gentry soon. Tri Delt Ginny Gaggs is very proud of her Zete pin planted last week by Bud Lewis, returned vet eran studying at the University of Washington. Chian Gerow, D G pledge, learns about this college life fast. She’s been seen around campus with Kay Hoff. Joan Heron, also a new pledge is learn ing about college customs from Jack Fuffenbarger. Janet Hicks, Pi Phi sophomore, left for Portland in a flash to see Ted White, home from 13 months in Europe. The Kroder boys are doing their brother act with new partners this year. John (Polly doesn’t live here any more) is back with Phyllis Field. Jim is taking in Eugene life with Gamma Phi Marilyn Rawlings. Chi O Phyllis Perkins and Hugh Dormody are still a constant twosome. It started off again with orchids last week. Betty Bennett, Gamma Phi, an nounced her engagement to Lt. Jack Cramer last Friday. They may be married come Christmas. The war is over, but the men in the services are holding their own on the home front. Latham Cone, new freshman heartbeat on cam pus is enough to make any upper classman wish she were a fresh man again. But Pi Phi Sue Mercer saw him first. Annabelle MacArthur, Alpha Phi, saves all her adoring looks for Bill' Davis. And what’s this about Mary Coffey and her pen pal romance? The U.S. mail makes (Please turn to page seven) NufSed By CHAS. POLITZ iilllllilHIIIIIItHIHIIIIIIIIlilllllllllllllllllllllllli (Editor’s note—Mr. Politz, following his usual procedure of taking The Emerald's readers to the bubbling fountainheads of news "#jj has been breaking bread and old madiera with the Universal Pic- ™ tures unit shooting Ernest Hayccx’s “Canyon Passage at Diamond lake locations.) Susie Hayward wanted to ride horseback and who veie we to say no. “Dear,” she said, addressing' us she always called us dear—also everyone else from the fish scaler to the ^boat housekeeper. “Dear,” she said, “let us ride horseback. \\ e neighed an assent, and she went upstairs to change from her Mongolian peasant dress into her jodpurs. We bowed our legs and began lassoing the lodge chipmunks with our keychain. When we arrived at the barn behind the old mission location we found no studio wranglers in attendance. They had gone to Med ford for the day to replenish their supply of old cut plug, but Susie’s rather reluctant palomino, and her double (even the horses in Holly wood have standins and doubles), a smaller spirited beauty with a considerable dash of Arabian in him, were there. Susie approached the horses with multi-trepidation. She’s scared to death of falling off and cata-, pulting her highly insured body against a large, sharp rock. Her only reason for asking us on this jaunt was that we would sign the affidavit pledging to catch her, in such event, in the fish-net we brought along for the purpose. Horses Don’t Give a Damn After approaching the horses from behind and noticing that they did not recognize that one of the Shocking-scented queens of Holly wood was upon them, she went on the hunt for a wrangler to saddle the mounts. And she found one, a real one with a cactus face and pretzel-shaped jeans. He saddled the horses, but said he could take no responsibility for his action. Susie tossed her redhead, pouted her lower lip in that on-and-off screen way of hers and said that anything she wanted to do was OK. The Lord’s little helpmate had spoken. And so we started off—Susie in a Swiss alpine blouse and legs cheese-caked over the saddle; we in a T-shirt and a pair of Kaiser boots. We hadn’t gone more than a quarter-mile when we came to a sign pointing up a mountain to the left. “3 LAKES—8 miles,” it said. “Ever been up this trail? Susie said. ‘‘No, we ansewered. "Is it any good?” she countred. “We’ve never set hoof on it before,” we retorted—and our estimation of the Hollywood intelligence went a’soaring. ITp and XTp—and Up And so we started up the dirt road. It was a veritable dustmine and all up, but we felt assured that Susie would tire after the first mile or so and decide to head back. We were to find we had grossly Telling the Editor (Editor's Note—the following' letter was written July 17, in Brooklyn, New York.) Students of The University of Oregon Dear Friends, This letter may sound a bit unusual coming from someone of whom you have never heard and may never hear of again, but I do j believe you will find a note of ! interest in it anyway, j Five years ago I was a carefree, eager student at Kent State Uni versity in Ohio. Along came the war—today I am a pilot ferrying all types of airplanes for the United States Navy. And here's what that has to do with you. A short time ago I was assigned a plane in New York City to fly to the west coast. Upon entering the cockpit the first thing that caught my eye was a tag bearing the War Bond emblem inscribed with the words to this effect— •‘Purchase of this airplane made possible by War Bonds sold by University of Oregon.” The plane is a brand new F4U-4 Navy fighter, better known as the Vought Corsair. You are no dou"bt aware of her outstanding accom plishments with the fleet. Need more be said ? Your plane is now beginning a new life in fast company aboard a U. S. carrer on the Pacific. May God be with her in speeding vic tory and bringing peace to this earth! That, dear friends, is where your War Bond money goes—where it will do the most good. I know all America joins me in thanking you for that splendid contribution towards peace. Keep up the good work! Sincerely yours, William A. Stevens, Jr. Lieutenant, U.S.N.R. under-estimated the Irish. After we had ridden for three or four miles Susie could hold out no longer— she had to have a cigarette; so we pulled up to a scrubby pine and lifted her from the saddle in approved Hollywood Western fash- i ion, tied our horses to the tree, , and talked awhile about the “Hairy Ape.” She asked if we had liked it. We • said we didn’t. She didn’t either so we had common ground. She ^ thought William Bendix was mis-J .cast, and we thought the last scem.^j on the penthouse ledge was very unnecessary, and that her pres ence in most of the picture was equally so. She assumed the pout, and agreed. We mounted the horses again, but instead of turning back Susie wanted to go on. “Is there any water in this place?” she asked. “We’re sure we don’t know,” we said. (The mountain looked as if prohibition had set in for several miles around.) “The prospects don’t look very good.” Her Throat Was Slaked “Well, I’m getting thirsty!” She pouted and looked as if she were about to summon an assistant director to bring Lake Tahoe in by mule pack. “Well, I’m sure we^ will find something very beautifi^ at the top of this mduntain” shSI| philosophized with a bat of her dreamy eyes. So we went on and on and up and up and the road vanished into a rugged mountain trail and we cantered around rocks and logs and hibernating bears. At last we came to the pinnacle—6000 feet above the world and the rococo civiliza tion of the dilettantes—and there it was oozing out before in all its splendor—the Three Lakes of the Cascades—a tiny stagnant pudd’e from which even our horses re fused to drink. But in the clearing to the left a half acre of barren flat land surrounded by scrubby pines—was the something very beautiful which the round red-haired lady I has visioned. There in all the j power of its pristine solitude was the most antique of forest ranger built outdoor waterclosets . . ,S the man of nature’s sole remaining ^ challenge to the plumbing wonders of the Western world. Susie pouted and asked us if there was a telephone nearby from whence she could phone the lodge j to dispatch a station wagon to rescue her from this rural defam ation of her cinematic character. We said no and rode off into the sunset humming Lord Randal. Former UO Journalist Roger Bailey, ’35, visited the school of journalism Thursday on his way to Portland from Modesto, Calif., where he has been living the past eight months. Bailey, since leaving the university has been advertising manager of the Rose burg News-Review and advertising solicitor for the Oregon Journal, 4 Portland. In California he has been mail- ~ aging a large ranch during the 1 illness of a relative. Now that the emergency has passed he is ex- g pecting to re-enter newspaper * work. Mr. Bailey was accompanied here by his wife (Dorris Holmes, journalism ’35) and their five year-old daughter.