MRS. HARRY NEWBURN
The Faculty Women’s club wiil give a reception honoring Mrs.
Newborn, wife ot the president, this afternoon in Geriinger hall.
Thoughts of Thanksgiving
By Lynne Romtvedt
Susie Smith, a typical coed at the University of Oregon, was
sitting in her little room trying to study for a big history exam
and trying to forget Thanksgiving weekend, when something,
she didn’t know just what, descended on her solitude. It seemed
to he remembrance of the nast and vet—it was the future, too.
Suddenly she saw a table with
a snowy-white cloth laden and
fairly bulging with all kinds of
delicacies. There in the middle was
a huge golden orown turkey with
dressing oozing out the openings
and garnishments of parsley and
cranberry sauce. Close by, a huge
dish of giblet gravy reposed. On
a platter, clouds of fluffy mashed
potatoes seemed to rise in front
of her eyes. There were pies—
pumpkin with a generous topping
of whipped cream, mince with a
spice aroma that made her palate
tingle with anticipation. Just as
she was about to reach for a tiny
taste, the table vanished as
quickly as it had appeared.
“Oh, that must have been a
dream!’’ Susie groaned, blinked her
eyes and turned to her history book
^nd diligently studied her scrib
bled notes. Another scene, this
time she could hear people talking
and could recognize them. Why!
There was grandma, she had been
dead for iO years and couldn’t
be in the room. Only Grandma
seemed so real, Susie could almost
touch her.
‘Come With Me’
“Do not be afraid little one,
come with me!” These were the
soft patieijt tones Grandma used
to use. No longer frightened, Su
sie followed her grandmother. Out
side, the old car of her childhood
days was standing, freshly washed
and polished. Who was driving? It
seemed natural that it should be
Grandpa, dead for 12 years, and
yet his old cheerful self.
Her grandfather drove miles in
to the country and finally stopped
at an old farm house which
looked deserted. They climbed out
out of the car, walked over to the
little house, and opened the door.
Inside, it was cold and gloomy and,
at first, they could see nothing.
As their eyes became accustom
ed to the darkness, they could dis
tinguish some objects over in the
corner around a minute candle.
Yes, it was a woman with gaunt,
hunted eyes and an anxious ex
pression on her narrow face. Clust
ered around her were three tiny
children, scantily dressed and thin.
They looked tired and listless for
ones so young. The woman started
to speak, but to Susie it was just
jabbering, probably a foreign lan
guage. She couldn’t realize where
they were. Did people still live like
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Dropping that horn-rimmed out
look and looking on the sunny side
for awhile, we noticed many a
bright spot, all the way from coke
dates on campus to swing jams on
Saturday night. The sky may be
cloudy or blue but not our smart
coeds.
Virginia Parr was looking out
of-this world in a smooth black
crepe dress, with a flicker of blue
satin and rhinestones on the deep
set sleeves. In a darling day-to
dinner suit, you could see Patty
Newton. The suit is cherry-red and
features a bolero jacket with
lapels and shining silver buttons.
The skirt is made on pencil-slim
lines.
High lights in the shirt-and
skirt world are Jeanne Herndon
and Nancy Gloor. Jeanne had a
red, black, yellow and green
pleated skirt with a flame red
blouse to match her skirt and a
western belt around her waist;
Nancy had a new gray skirt, with
one pleat fore and aft, and a jet
black sweater.
Out of the regular curriculum
and into a class all its own was
the smart dress worn by Rosa
Zena Latta. The half black, half
aqua bodice and short cap sleeves
accentuated by the long black
gloves were certainly eye-catching.
Pat McDowell is fated to be dated
in a chocolate bit wool dress with
the new high rolled collar, raglin
sleeves and, to set it off, a brown
alligator belt.
In a fine fit fashion is Jean Pat
terson. Her dress of electric-blue
wool has long raglin sleeves, and
a smart bow at the neck. To
accent its dramatic quality, she
wears a glittering gold bracelet.
Kay Becker was dreamlined for
dancing in a black and white
favorite you don’t want to miss,
because there are so many varia
tions of the black skirt and white
blouse combination.
It’s cheers for checks and Vir
ginia Peterson in a 'brown and
white checked coat in the smart
finger-tipped length. Life is “look
ing up” again, and it’s to a swirl
of black velvet on the head of
Gladys Hale. The hat sets high on
her pretty blonde hair and forms
Gaedl o.jj the 'Week....
Attractive Sophomore Wins
'Miss Betty Coed’ Title
By Selby Frame and Kay Leslie
Phyllis Kiste, attractive and friendly, is Oregon’s Betty Coed
of 1945. The brown-haired, green-eyed sophomore is a typical
college woman. When we asked Phyllis how she felt when it
was announced that she was elected, she exclaimed, “It was
wonderful! I was waiting to hear whn the winner
they said me, I was surprised end
just couldn't believe it.”
Her blue ribbon, presented to
her at the Whiskerino in the form
of a shaving mug, was sitting
proudly in the center of the mantel
in the living room. “The girls in
the house composed a song and
dedicated it to me,” she disclosed.
* Activity-Minded
Phyllis takes an active part in
school activities and is a leader
in Hilyard house, her living or
ganization. She really enjoys her
studies and has maintained an ac
cumulative over a three point. She
is also serving as sophomore repre
sentative for the Theatre Guild,
senator in the ISA, and YWCA
cabinet member.
She built up a commendable rec
ord at Franklin High in Portland
before coming to Oregon. Her ac
tivities and excellent grades won
for her an Oregon Mother’s schol
arship. She also won the state
wide D. A. R. contest for good
citizenship. “I just missed a trip
to Washington D. C„ because the
a smooth line. Frannie Maier,
along with her new Sigma Nu pin,
was Wearing a gray campaign
jacket suit. The suit features full
sleeves and showy silver buttons.
In a two-timer combination of
navy-blue checks and navy-blue
jacket is Treva Torsen; the skirt
and jacket are interchangeable.
We certainly will miss seeing
Treva on the campus the rest of
this term.
In a campown shoe that’s half
campus, half town, is Nancy Wort
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war was on, but I received a War
bond in its place,” she said.
English Major
Phyllis is interested in English
which is her major, but she is al
so minoring in speech and drama.
She played the lead in “Lilliom’
last year and hopes to do more
work in the Theatre Guild. While
discussing school life, she men
tioned that her sister was also at
tending the University. ‘‘She took
a year off to get married, but is
back at school again this year,’
Phyllis explained.
‘‘Betty Coed” did her part to
bring home the man in her life—a
sailor stationed in Tokyo. She
started as a helper in a Portland
shipyard and worked up to a metal
burner—complete with goggles.
Her versatility was shown when
she was employed by a pickle fac
tory as a cucumber sorter after
the war ended. However, her va
cation time wasn’t spent com
pletely on the job for she man
aged to spend some time at the
beach soaking up sunshine.
Likes California
‘‘My biggest thrill came last No
vember when I went to a confer
ence in San Francisco with two
other girls. We were just there
for a weekend, but we made the
most of our time and saw all the
sights,” she stated.
As to the future, Phyllis is not
sure what it holds. She does not
plan for her work in the English
department to lead to the teaching
ing profession. At present, her
main ambition is to learn how to
ski.
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