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
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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.
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■ 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
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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.