Oregon daily emerald. (Eugene, Or.) 1920-2012, September 27, 1945, Page 4, Image 4

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    By Bill Walkinshaw
It was ;t lame Oregon squad that entrained for Seattle this
morning trt meet the Washington Huskies on their home
ground.' Saturdav. In yesterday's final practice before this
season’s opener against Coach “I’est’ Welches Huskies, the
Webtuot squad was clipped seriouslv bv the loss of Marc
Hathaway, first string end,
through ail ineligible ruling. Hath
away was being counted on to an
chor one end of the Duck line
Which is desperately lacking in
wing reserves. Coach Tex Oliver
has been plagued with this end
shortage since the first days of
practice. Dale VVarberg, former
Eugene High star will probably
ai.ep into Hathaway's spot Satur
day at Seattle.
(t was hoped that triple threat
back Jake Leiclit would show up
oa the Oregon campus and report
for practice in time to play in the
Washington game, but again it
seems as though the Ducks are
dogged by bad luck as Leitch had
not arrived at press time last
night.
Andy Bndner, Coach Oliver's
utility back who can play any po
sition in the backfield, will not
make the Seattle trip either as he
is still out with injuries received
in practice.
Coach Tex Oliver with his coach
ing staff, Vaughn Corley and John
Warren have announced the 28
men who will make up the travel
ing' squad to Seattle.
They are ns fdjjovvs:
Centers:
Elliott Wilson - •
Bill Anderson
Guards:
John Kauffman
Harry Kietoix
Steven Mezzeja
Tackles:
Gil Roberts
Harry Edwards
■Dan Neumvu
Bill Morin
Oliver Pease
Ends:
I Dale Warberg'
j Bob Anderson
j Bill Pickins
Joe Marion
Harold Belloni
Quarterbacks:
Bill Abbey
Bob Wardwell
Terry Metcalf
Harold McKee
Fullbacks:
j Dean Bond
Ronald Crites
Dale Hargett
Dale Wilber
Left Halts:
Bobbie Reynolds
De Wayne Johnson
Right Halt's:
Walt Donovan
Walter Taylor
Completing the traveling squad
will be Trainer Bob Officer and
manager Warner Nelson.
Yesterday’s last drill before the
trip to Seattle consisted of the
squads running-dummy drills and
sharpening up on their defensive
play. Oliver had his boys avoid
any contact work, taking no
chances on last minute injuries.
Big Gil Roberts and Bobbie Rey
nolds both showed up well by
sending booming punts far down
the field in a short kicking prac
tice before the team hit the show
ers.
Assistant Coach Vaughn Corley
when questioned as to Duck
chances flatly evaded the question
and said, “Oregon will definitely
be on the slioit end of the odds, but
with a few breaks our way things
can easily change.”
HONKST JOHN \\ \KKKX, former frosli football coach and last
year’s varsity basketball mentor, \vln> is assisting' Tex Oliver with
the Webfoot eleven this year.
3 COL C'l'T C’AI'TIOX
Twisters
For Gridiron
Hot Shots
Rally! Rally, Fella studes (?)
I realize you’re probably already
so pepped up by this fawncy intro
duction that you hardly know
what to do with yourselves, but
tie it up and les’ go.
First of all, a word to all the
eager lil pledges who are so pro
fuse on the Oregon green. All
those biiiiig. strrrrrong, men you
see running around the campus
are, in most cases, probably mem
bers of the U of O football team.
Natch, this is excepting all of the
aforementioned type that you see
in the Side, all the gridiron fellas
are in training and never, never
go there. (There will be a slight
pause for raucous laffter). nhh
Anyhoo to get to the point, we
know you all are just hot to know
the names of these BTO’s so we
take it upon ourselves to enlighten
your weary brains. First, however,
a word of cawshun: Nevah, when
flinging yourself at the feet of
your current pigskin hero, do your
self, or him, the injustice of mis
pronouncing his name. This is
liable to leave a bad impression on
the lad, and mercy! that would
never do. So come on gals, grab
your black book and jot these
down.
Bill Abbey (frosli, l i, goou
lookin’) likes Ab’bey drooled in
soft syllables best. Gordon Al
bright (frosh), prefers All’bright.
(me too, natch). Bob Anderson,
(Arf!) is partial to And'erson
(blondes too, I hear), Harold
Belloni (king size left end) an
swers to Baloney (if anyone sez
anything, we’re through.) Andy
anything, we're through.) Andy
Bodner, (frosh, large charge) will
come if called Bod-’ner; Dean
Bond (blonde bomber) is, simply,
Bond; John Brown, soph, you
guessed it, Brown; James Byers,
soph, vet, By’ers; Ron Crites (It.,
air corps) Cri’tes; Glen Cusic, air
medal winner, Cu'sic; Curtis Des
kins, (small at 190.) Des-kins;
Neil Diess, (just 18, it’s safe, gals,)
Dee'se; Dan Dinges, (ex-Oregon
frosh squad ’41) Ding'ges; Walt
Donovan, (we drool, but good)
Donovan; Harry Edwards, (17,
lay off,) Edwards; Reid Grasle,
(poinsonality) Gras'ly; Dale Hai
get (Hard-to-get?) Har-gut,
(rhymes with cat-gut, like in vio
lin strings) Abe Hathaway (oooo
ln-la, You know, French), Hath’
away; Lou Hlapcich (this’ rite,
Hlapcich), Lap’cich; DeWayne
Johnson (17 again), come to jus’
plain Johnson; John Kauffman,
(Fxosh, And a big brother) an
swers to Kauff’mann; Jerry Lake,
(navy bait, work fast) Lake; Jake
Leight (triple threat, two of ’em
in football, don’t ask us about the
third) Light; Herb Luck, (17, out
of luck) pronounced Luck; Bob
Maclay, (pardon us, make room
for Uni Hi) Maclay'; Don Martin
(soph, luibba hubba) Martin;
Sports Staff This Issue
Editors
Bob Chapman
Jim Beyers
Staff Writers
Larry Neer
Harriett Harper
Bill Walkinshaw
Dorthy Richardson
Night Staff This Issue
Co Night. Editors
Shirley Peters
Bill Anderson
Francis Mathews, (married, must
n't touch I Math’ews; Joe Marion,
(Uh-huuuuuh i Marion; Terry Met
calf, (Ohhhhh. mummmie, hold my
shoestrings) Metcalf; Harold
McKee, (o.k. kids, les goooo!)
Steve Mezzera, (rally, really)
Ma’zerra; Bill Morin, (my mother
loves me) Mor’in; Dan Neuman
(that nose ain’t natchural) New
man; John Ohmer (Oh-my, Oo
Omer) O-mer: Oliver Pease (aw,
come on, fellas, pease); Bill Pick
ens (some pickin’s) Pick’ens;
Harry Rieton (Mien Gott he
doesn’t have a woman!) Rei’ton;
Bob Reynolds (air corps vet) Rey
nolds; Wayne Rice, (cave man,
they say, I wouldn't know) Rice;
Don Roberts, (ain’t it disgustin’,
only 17, tsk-tsk) Roberts; Larry
Schmidt, (gee, ain’t he cute!!!)
Schmidt; Don Taylor (that Hunk
of man) Taylor; Don Thompson
(cross him cut, he’s permanently
a sucker) Thompson; Ed Uglesich
(probably something rhymes with
that but we can't think of any
thing rite now.) Tony Veronda
(another ex-bac.^elor) Veron-da;
Dale Warberg (give us room tc
make with a howl); Bob Wardwell
(Aw ..come ..on,., just one ..more)
Ward'well; Elliott Wilson( 1st It.,
and we could go on and on, within
Ducks Nap
Extra Hour
By DOLORES FRAZER
What would you do if you had
an extra hour all your own, no
trings attached? Well, you'll get
one Sunday, September 30, when
the nation returns to standard
time from war time. Of course,
the fact that it comes after mid
night shouldn’t be a bother.
Several students and a facul
ty member gave the following
ideas about how University
people feel about the change and
what they plan to do with that
hour.
Sleep, Sleep
Aldine MeNotl: “I’m going to
catch an extra hours that morn
ing.”
Harry A. Nordvvick: “I’m going
to study every second of it; I’nS
goingto stay up all night.”.
Professor J. C. Sullivan Jr.,
philosophy: “I’ll sleep!”
Rosemary Wiebe: “I think we
ought to sleep the extra hour. All
students could use it!”
Mary Margaret Clemons: “I
think it will be a good thing to be
back on standard time.”
Study, too?
Alden Sundlie: “I'm going to
study, but what?”
Roseann Hill: “I’ll probably
sleep it in.”
Robert Middleton: “I think it’s a
good idea. I’m going to use it for
studying.”
Ed Caudro: “I’ll probably spend
the whole hour wondering what to
do with it.”
Stuart Mereereau: “I don’t like
the change. I like more daylight.^
Barbara Williams: “I’ll get that
needed extra hour of sleep."
Beverly Clark: “I think its
wonderful because I won’t have to
come to school in the dark with
the moon bright and the stars
shining above me!”
Whatever you plan to do, have
a nice time!
reason of course,) Wilson; Bob
Weber, (Hmmmmmmm, leave us
have much much more!), Weber.
Wait, don’t go way yet . . .
there’ no more (mercy! ain't that
enough? It ain’t? I might have
known, that’s what they all say . . .