Oregon If Emerald LOUISE MONTAG Editor ANNAMAE WINSHIP Business Manager MARGUERITE WITTWER Managing Editor BILL SETSER Advertising Manager JEANNE SIMMONDS News Editor MARILYN SAGE, WINIFRED ROMTVEDT Associate Editors Leonard Turnbull, Fred Beckwith Co-Sports Editors MARYAN HOWARD Assistant Managing Editor MARYANN THIELEN Assistant News Editor JANET WHELAN Executive Secretary robbieburr warrens Chief Night Editor ANITA YOUNG Women’s Page Editor JACK CRAIG World News Editor BETTY BENNETT Music Editor Editorial Board Mary Margaret Ellsworth, Jack Craig, Ed Allen, Beverly Ayer . Published daily during the college year except Sundays, Mondays, and holidays itnn final exam periods by the Associated Students, University of Oregon. Entered as second-class matter at the postolfice, Eugene, Oregon. GallUuj, All OnqantyeM'. . . With Dads-’ Day less than a month away, the ASUO executive council will pick a chairman for the event on Thurs day. Obviously the person who is chosen to head this, one of the highlights of winter term, will have a rather large order to fill in a short time. He or she must be prepared to get com mittee work rolling immediately and to start a publicity cam paign in the very near future. Last year Dads’ Day was all planned and ready for presen tation when it had to be called off because of transportation difficulties. This year the housing shortage will present the biggest problem, and the committee must work out a solution for that problem if Dads’ Day is to be a success. Usually the good providers, the dads, get the short end of the University entertainment deal. Junior Weekend gives the mothers of students a gala picture of University life. Home coming celebrates the alumni and the good old days, and pros pective students receive.individual attention at the houses and, formerly, at the Krosh Glee. 1 his year the dads deserve a week end of interesting activity. To make sure that the dads get their just deserts, a capable chairman and willing and able fellow workers are needed. The petitions for the chairmanship must be turned in to Janet Doug las by noon Thursday at Hendricks hall. • • • Plan fol 4-00 Dealing today in statistics, we find that there are now 2850 students attending' this institution, 1240 of whom are men. Those fantiliar with the registration figures of a year ago will immediately note that this is a 226 per cent increase—notable for that fact alone. I fowever, it seems that there is also an increase of 15 per cent among the women students. Minute examination of the numbers involved reveal a per sistent majority of women—approximately 400. The much discussed ratio is one and one-fourth women for every mascu line unit. Since dating is seldom carried out according to ratio, the question for the present Oregon woman is, will she be one of the "400?" In compiling these statistics, we arc overlooking the un pleasant fact that some of the men will prefer to study on week ends while others are married. Nevertheless, the only solution to the situation seems to be the “Rotation Plan"—i. e., no two people will occupy the Officer’s Club together more than once each week. Another phase, of the plan involves the pledge of women not to attempt to attract their escorts sufficiently to cause them to propose a Sunday afternoon appointment. Also, having accomplished their objectives, dated women and men mill be required to absent themselves from the Side and Tavlor's to allow greater freedom of operation on the part of the un decided. Before this time unintroduced to members of the student body, the Rotation Plan has been carefully prepared and tested at many other institutions of higher learning with unanimously successful results. Already at Oregon, members of the leading fraternities on the campus have adopted the method and testify that "Nothing can replace it!" Gradually, on an example basis, it is expected that the more-women-than-men idea will present no difficulty. Kvery woman at the University will go out at least once a week; the men will go out every night, and the campus GPA will soar with the absence of time wasted worrying about dates. Getting back to statistics, if multiplication continues at the present rate, there will be approximately 2800 men and 1850 women at Oregon by January of 1947. Perhaps the Rotation Plan will not be necessary after all. Powder Burns iiiiimiiiiiiiiniMiiiiiiiminniimmiiimiiiiiimiiiiimiiiuiimiitiuimiiimimimiiiiimitiumi By REX GUNN Eyes awake—staring—the rain raining—one midnight I groped from a sleepless bed, blundered into a book and ended up in the “Green Pastures.” They had a fish fry jumping on a solid hook and the angels read ing from the holy book to a mess of little cherubs in a cloudy nook . . . well . . . De Lawd came down —no frowning Lawd—he spoke right nice all around the crowd and joined the fry—no square, this Lawd, a real right guy. You’d like him. He was happy there, but the fry through, the years flew, and De Lawd picked up a worry or two. Know what it was? You might have guessed ... a scandal went round in heaven. Yeah, there was a scandal in heaven ;it was the pesky earth again. Waiting Ever since the fish fry when De Lawd got awful quiet and the heavens went dark and the angels watched in awe, that little hunk of earth caused by two much firma ment in the heavenly custard kept Gabriel wetting his lips and watch ing his trumpet and waiting for a sign from De Lawd. It never came because of just a few men named Moses, Joshua, Noah, etc. Well, the Green Pastures is a nice neighborhood ... I hated to leave it, but when old Gabriel put that trumpet to his lips, I got mighty scared. Watching I kept seeing men dressed a lot fancier than De Lawd sitting round tables—arguing—gesturing —getting up and stomping out. Some of them had slant eyes, some not—some were black, some yellow, mostly white. They had big, fat brief cases and big, puffed up meins and it bothered me because they looked so much prouder than De Lawd. I got a sneaking idea if what got dropped at Hiroshima and Naga saki starts dropping again, Gabe is going to blow that trumpet. Maya and fy>ied BecJzudUt'l ^bucktcUiOHl ■ The war is over, and we have no axes to grind. Here is your first peace-time gossip column in four years. Contrary to the former policy i employed by various writers of this department, we actually wattt-^j cooperate with our readers. This is your column. We are not going to spread malicious rumors, blacken reputations, or bring the wrath of all concerned down on our heads. Instead, we want to file a running account -or campus sidelights and the people involved. It’s not every day that a girl gets engaged, hut the Oregon coeds have started the year off in an auspicious manner. Late last term, Joann Swinehart, Alpha Chi Omega, announced her engage ment to SAE’s Dick McClintock. This event served as a, forerunner for the 1946 season. Two girls de parted from the unattached ranks of the Tri-Delt house when Jane Kern revealed her intention to marry George Tomlinson of the University of Washington, and Phyllis Lehman promised to be the future wife of AI' Dodson. Another romantic merger placed Gamma Phi’s Pat Maulding and naval Ensign Bob Oeder on the marriage waiting list. The Alpha Phi house flourished with excitement with three “sur prises” in one week. Mary Landry and ex-marine Bill Wassman, Donna Heusser and Wisconsin’s Mert Tellock and Margie McNeel and Jack Fletcher, AAF, all will be marching down the aisle . . . Tule Lake, California, during the war was an internmnet camp, but during the Christmas season it was a holiday haven for Gil Rogers and ADPi Barbara Bentley, on the Bentley ranch. . . John Kroder found himself in the proverbial embarassing situation last week end when his old heart-throb, an ex-Oregon Theta, dropped in for a visit. He has been spending his time at a rival sorority house. . . The crucial housing situation on campus has resulted in an irregu lar rush week for the Oregon fra ternities. The shortage even found Dick Savinar, SAM, doing some rushing at the Beta house. . . Bill Williams is feeling sad lately because his father sold the car that he used to drive Shirley Temple around in. . . Nancy iimiMiiimimiiimmmimmmimiiimiimimmmimimmimmimmmmiimmimimmiimiimimiimiimmimiimmiimiiimimimiiiiimmiimmiimmimiumiiimimiiimiimmiiimiiii Jam for Breakfast ll!llll!lli!l!illlllllllElllllllllllliillllll[||lli!|[ltll!lllllll!1ll!llli!ll[llll!lllll!ll!ll!llllllItllUllltlllllll!llllllllllllll!lll!l!!IIIIII!]l!ltllllllljtllllll!lll!llllIIII|]||ltllll!illll[|l|[!li1!!lj!i!IIIIIIIUIIIIIIIIIimillllIill By TED HALLOCK This one from Tommy Fox, ex-Navy: seems the Washington, D.C., Institute for musicians (not mentally infirmed) has a sight-reading entrance exam wl*ch involves playing Mozart D Minor scales with a cold clarinet and without, previously having seen said opus. So Fox reads and passes, under the tutelage of a tae-hashmarked petty officer. Next up is a young negro S 1-C tenor-man who has heard of this fine “instrootoot and wants to dig it. Sits down, has some huge eight page prelude, lousy with quarter note barrages spread before him, wets his mouthpiece once or twice and just sits there looking con fusedly at the P.O. Who screams, “Well, let’s go, there it is. Read,” or profanity to that effect. Tenorist wets reed again several times, sits expect antly, looks again at old sea dog. Who now bellows, drooling a diluted-land - based - salt - saliva, “Just what the hell’s wrong? Read the black ones.” Now comes the punch kiddies: with a how-long have-you-been-playing - shoehorn glance the tenorman kills every one with “Well stomp-it-off man, stomp-it off.” Get it . . . you see the music was . . . but his way leads to madness. Django Returns Understand that a great guitar ist has finally substantiated Luceian “Life” reports as to his existence. Django Reinhardt has returned to England from the con tinent, to re-form the Quintet de Hot Club du France (Romance Lingo dept. I love you). Recall, as any jazz lovers stationed in Eng land will, that co-partner violinist Stephane Grappelly played the limey equivalent of a Balaban & Katz circuit from ’39 through ’45. Reminds me of the way certain European critics believed in jazz sufficiently to risk their lives for its perpetuation under German “cultural influences.” Every night, on FBI radio from Paris, Hugues Panassie and Madelaine Gautier broadcast thirty minutes of the music America has yet to under stand. Louis, the Duke, etc. And during the entire five war years Johnny Simmen corresponded from Zurich, in a supposedly neut ral country, through Nazi mail censors in Stuttgart, for masters of Ellington things to be sent from (Please turn to page seven) Schmeer, Gamma Phi, has taken the pin of BUI Elder, ex-Sigma Chi now at the University of Arizona.! Bill is following in the footsteps of his older brother Duke, another Sigma Chi, who also planted his pin on Nancy in former days. The Alpha Phis are wondering whether Mary Palmer is still cov eringher University of Washington Beta pin. . . Rugged Len Surles, Sigma Chi was here for rush week and expects to return to school spring term. BiU Davis, the ’42 varsity fullback and a Theta Chi, also took time off from his ensign’s duties to greet the new comers at the U. . . Still another pigskin character, Tippy Dyer, Phi Delt, stopped here enroute to Tokyo. He’s with the navy. . . Pi Phi Anita Young split a recent weekend with two ex-BMOCS, a Phi Delt and a Theta Chi. . . Somebody ought to tip off a cer tain character that gas rationing is over. He’s been parking his dates in front of his own frater nity house for hours at a time. . . Patty Newton and Hazel Roake are still wondering about that snowstorm at Timberline Lodge Saturday afternoon. Reed Grassley ! and Howard Coffey telephoned from the lodge a short two hours before Senior Ball date time. . . The largest sparkler seen on the campus this year belongs to Rob bieburr Warrens, Chi Omega, who just received it from Joe Court ney last week. . . The apartment back of Skinner’s Butte belonging to Mr. and Mrs. Jack Reeves, was the scene of a hilarious party^Saj; urday night. A high percentage of Shackrats were on hand. . . For 17 straight minutes Sunday night the trans-Pacific phone connec tions were humming at the Sigma Kappa house when Alva Granquist and her man “Ham” Day talked things over with his folks in Honolulu. . . Incidentally, it was a collect call. . . Bill Walkenshaw, ex-spo.rts scribbler was on campus bidding farewells to Dolores Del Key, ADPi, and other lovelies, before returning for the new semester at Stanford U. . . Bud Salinardo, president of the inter dorm council, was in Lcs Angeles over the Xmas holidays. He’s wowing everyone lately with a fine array of zooty haberdashery, clothes on the Sinatra line. . . No surprise to intimate friends was the announcement by Kappa Alpha Theta prexy Phyllis Evans that she will marry Jerry Wolff her in the near future. . . That’s qjjjjjKt' all the chatter and patter for to day, but in closing we would like to say that we would welcome any contributions that you, our read ers, would care to submit. There will be a Ducktation cubby-hole box in the Emerald office. Please don't expect us to print malicious scandal because that’s against our policy. Wyoming has lost 1,811 farms, but has gained-4,873,851 acres in farmlandes since 1940, according to preliminary figures compiled in the 1945 census of agriculture.