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MARYANN THIELEN
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TED BUSH
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JACK CRAIG
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Editorial Board
Mary Margaret Ellsworth, Jack Craig, Ed Allen, Beverly Ayer
Published daily during the college year except Sundays, Mondays, and holidays fcna
final exam periods by the Associated Students, University of Oregon.
Entered as second-class matter at the postoffice, Eugene, Oregon.
SluUtuta the 2>oot. . .
If someone else’s home is where a student hangs his hat, he
lias more reason to expect his friends to observe a few rules
<if courtesy.
As an article in the news pages of today’s Emerald indi
cates, the housing situation is likely to get worse if students
living off-campus do not make their own house rules. In many
cases, the student roomers have been taken into the extra rooms
in private homes. The owners have accepted a certain invasion
■of privacy so that veterans can continue their education. While
they may not want any eloquent thanks for their help in easing
the housing shortage, they deserve to be treated with considera
tion by their roomers and friends.
Each incident of loud or disorderly conduct or lack of
courtesy is another block in the way of those" who are trying
to solve the housing problem. The story of one landlord’s un
favorable report on his student guest will circulate and dis
courage others who might open their homes during the emer
gency. The student who is guilty of misconduct shuts the door
against others as well as himself.
When he plays host to his friends in his room, the student
is responsible, also, for their conduct. To protect his own status
in the housing picture, he can demand respect for the standards
he makes.
The University will need more housing for new students
spring term. Without student cooperation, the work of the
problem solvers can’t produce those extra rooms.
If the new yell duke lives up to his performances Saturday
night, the method used in selecting him may be applied to rally
squad elections in the future.
Ordinarily the rally squad is chosen by the executive
council. In the final elimination last fall, the applicants had to
demonstrate their ability—but only before a group of ten.
If candidates for the rally squad had to appear before an
assembly, the stipulation would discourage those who might
petition for the glory of the role. It would give the more capable
leaders a chance to demonstrate their ability in the right
setting, and it would give the council the chance to judge
student reaction.
Because of the large number of petitioners for the squad,
the council still would have to judge the first try-outs. But if
the students are let in on the final eliminations, the rally squad
would find a more favorable position in student opinion.
Xotetaking can be a perplexing problem. Many students
have never come in contact with an academic treatment of the
subject of getting down on paper the words of the instructor.
Yet if all had been taught the same, class notes still would
come up no less scrawled, doodeled on the unsystematic than
they are at present. Some have systems ... A ... 1 . . .
n . . . (11 ... Others write sub-heads and paragraphs. Still
others fill a page without room for another word.
One student's rapid hand or scrawl enables him to record
each word. Others envy his speed or pity him for the volume of
reviewing he must.do. Another student listens to and under
stands lectures, but his notes are few. Others think: "lie must
know the subject well, but can he review?”
There is a tendency to be distraught by scratching pens and
pencils, by busy writers, and by non-notetakers.
But as sure as taking an exam, a student must take his own
notes, and read them. too. So find the way that is best for you.
stick to it if you wish, and let the other fellow take his own
notes, if he wishes.
Powder
Burns
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By Rex Gunn
Once upon a time there was a
clan called the clan of the curling
lip.
The meeting place was wherever
members met; the countersign was
a sneer, and the motto read: “I’d
rather be witty than right.”
The clan has grown to many
times the size of its original mem
bership. It now includes sophisti
cates, musical comedy worshipers,
and adroit cliche coiners.
All its principles, however, are
the same. The only notable dif
ference is that modern members
avoid the obvious physical sneer
and replace it with a mental one.
Corn Corner
Clan members must be “sharp.”
Requirements for sharp lip curlers
are witty remarks, original if pos
sible. Less gifted aspirants can
get by on quick cliches . . . ready
made, filed, and close at tongue.
Current top clan member on the
west coast is a Hollywood glamor
girl who, when an unknown man
rudely brushed her evening gown
while falling dead of a heart at
tack, turned to her escort and
said:
"Isn’t it disgusting how far some
people will go to attempt an im
pression?”
Corn Coiners
Another member, ^n anonimous
one, gained fame by watching two
angles of an eternal triangle kill
each other in a knife fight.
He remarked: “Call my senator.
I have the solution for the housing
shortage.’
You, too, may become a corn
coner; just follow the simple rules.
Never take anything seriously.
Never reason anything out. Never
love anyone except yourself.
Of course, you have to pay dues.
Clan members are seldom taken
seriously, and, in odd moments,
they have been known to admit
that being loved only by ones self
seems to lack something. But then
—they can always coin a quip and
think how witty they are.
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“The weather outside is frightful, but the fire is so delight
ful; so we turn all the lights down low—let it snow, let ii^_
snow, let it snow!” Many of the local rounders were enjoying
the comforts of the crackling blaze this last weekend, and dim
lights seemed to be the rule, rather than the exception. The
outlying wining and dining spots still had their pallid parlors
packed with pleasure-bound playmates.
Over the dinner dishes at the
ADPi house Carmen Green reveal
ed her intention to wed Roger
Matthews during spring vacation.
. . . A one-man serenade outside a
Delta Gamma window found Chuck
Taylor, Fiji, straining his vocal
cords for the benefit of Peggy
Powell. . . Theta Chi Bill Cramer
evidently possesses a great amount
of sox appeal for Gamma Phi Nat
alie Brown. . . Fred Goodspeed, a
big gun in the ISA movement, is
giving the rush act to Sigma Kap
pa Elsie Bennetts.
Chi Psi Don Carney asked Jean
Jacobberger, KKG, for all of her
free time ,and if last weekend is
any measure, he is getting it. . .
“Greater love hath no man” de
partment: Chuck Dougherty dat
ing Mary Fitzgerald, Tri-Delt. . .
ATO Jack Crocker has been stumb
ling around the campus in a daze,
living for those weekends in Port
land with his one and only. . .
Beta Bud Cobb is splitting his time
evenly between Janet Hicks, Pi
Phi, and Elaine Konesky, Alpha
Phi. . . After a year in the Gamma
Phi house SAE Ted Baker has en
tered the Kappa abode. People are
still wondering why the Gilmore
Baker romance hit the rocks. . .
The romance of Dorothy Habel,
AOPi, and Tom Kay, Phi Delt,
came to a quick conclusion when
Tom heard Dottie cussin’ and dis
cussin’ the situation. . . Larry Ol
son, Phi Delt, and Jo Ann Bush,
Pi Phi, are in the casual stage. . .
Glenna Burnett, DG, was' terrific
ally embarrassed last week in the
infirmary when Don McKenzie,
Chi Psi, gaily proposed to her in
the middle of a listening ward.
This followed a number of unof
ficial infirmary parties. . .
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Jam for Breakfast
By TED HALLOCK
Profile No. 4 will wait until Thursday for lack of info.
The Phis can be proud of their Sue Welch. ”Susie-Q” (a
Franchereism) returned to school a few days ago after having
spent the past year singing for Portland’s KGW-KEX (at
different times). Studied under Nilssen and in Portland was
tutored by Mark Daniels. Can do “Come to Jesus on the
Euphonium,” or “My Ideal,” equally well.
j-e«.er just received trom Fort
land discophile Monte Ballou ex
plaining in detail his “Kink”
Oliver discovery. “In Dec., 1940
. . . ‘Jazz Information’ (Gene
Williams great jazz news-letter)
carried an article telling about a
N. Y. collector, Dick Rieber, find
ing a 1924 trade publication list
ing a group of records made by
the great ‘King’ Oliver group. Last
known recording was ‘Krooked
Blues Alligator Hop’ . . . with
master numbers (on Gennett)
11638-11633. Two others (until
then, unknown) were also listed:
‘Zulu’s Ball Workingman's Blues;’
‘Sweet Something Dear If You
Want My Heart,’ Collectors had
long surmised that there were
other sides made at the same
session which produced Gennett
5274 (‘Krooked Blues') because of
the gap in master numbers. The
recording date was late in 1924,
and collectors assumed the masters
to have been faulty, as no one had
reported any new discovery of
Oliver's for 16 years.
Culling It Out
“The record situation in 1944
was critical. Shellac was scarce,
and dealers could sell any type of |
record ... in order to keep sales-!
girls employed, buyers searched
I everywhere for scrap wax. A'
certain southern firm sent a ship
ment of said junk to Meier &
Frank’s. After looking- through all
the platters in sight, I asked if
there was anything else of interest
. . . the girls informed me that
there was a box full of REAL OLD
stuff in the back room. So, past
sales girls and w-aiting Harry
James fans I ran to said back room
to scramble through juke-box culls
until the King Oliver came up. It
had been almost four years since
I had read about it and at first
I didn’t realize what I had found.
It was worth the 15 cents paid for
it, and I couldn’t hurry home fast
enough to play it. Checked all the
info I had; sat down and wrote a
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Al Ocll.UIUa.y illgliL H JtUU-pUCKetl
basketball game, we observed too
many youngsters between the ages
of 8 and 13 taking up valuable
space in an already overcrowded
Oregon student section. . . Sigma
Kappa pledge Helen McFetridge
divided her time this weekend be
tween Bob Webber, former foot
baller, and Harry Granger, Yeo
man prexy. . .
Mary Fairchild, Kappa, received
a formal invitation from the DU’s
to be their new house-mother. . .
Vivacious Pat Crosby and Casey
Wood are getting to the starry
eyed stage. . . Barbara Spangler,
Tri Delt came back from a Mary
land visit with Bib Kuhne, sport
ing' his Annapolis cap emblem, it r
looks surprisingly like a Dee-Gee
pin. . . Chi O Janet Fitzmaurice
has been spending her time with
Sigma Chi Johnny O’Brien, back
at Oregon this year. . . Dick Will's,
newly initiated Sig Ep, held on to
his pin almost two weeks before
planting it Friday night on Elea*
nor Anderson, AOPi. . . One of
the outstanding musical groups on
campus is headed by hepster Herb
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A-'buck
At the jbial
By Pat King
I knew it had to happen some
day. Last week an announcer sign
ing off “What’s Doin’, Ladies?”
said, “This is ABCD, the American
Broadcasting Company.”
Mrs. David C. White of Portland
was elected the first Mother of the
Week on the same program be
cause of a letter written by a
wounded serviceman in the Vet
erans’ hospital, who extolled her
faithful visits to the servicemen
and her conversion of her home
into an open house for them. Mrs.
White won a postwar gas range,
Ingrid Bergman for her role in
“The Bells of St. Mary’s” and Ray
Milland for “Lost Weekend” clean
ed up on the special awards from
the New York Film Critics on Ra
dio Hall of Fame Sunday.
Radio to Writing
McCalls magazine will publish
a psychological story entitled “One
Road Goes Home” which was writ
ten by Jean Rouverol, who play 3"^
Betty on “One Man’s Family.”
Listening to OMF with Grreggorrry
Lusk, prototype Nazi who Claudia
picked up while she was in Europe,
sneering through the episodes, one
begins to wonder if Miss Rouverol *
hasn’t chosen a more secure fu
ture in writing. Author Carlton
Morse, who also writes “I Love a
Mystery,” seems to get the two
scripts confused.
In 1934 an unknown by the name
of Bob Burns helped' big star Lew
Ayres get through a mob of auto
graph collectors at the Chicago
World’s Fair. Recently, leaving the
Brown Derby together, the pair
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