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
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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
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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
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(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.