. Oregon W Emerald
ALL-AMERICAN 1946-47
The ftrwnn Daily Emerald, official publication of the University of Oregon, published
2&%2C the college yeslr except Sundays Monday, and final e«nunat.on per.od
Entered as second-class matter at the postoffice, Eugene, Ore.
Member of the Associated Collegiate Press__
•OB FRAZIER, Editor_BOB CHAPMAN, Ju.ine.. Manager
BILL YATES
Managing Editor
TUNE GOETZE, BOBOLEE BROPHY
Co-New» Editors_
DON FAIR FRED TAYLOR
Co-Sports Editor
walt McKinney, jeanne simmonds maryann thielen
Associates to Editor .
PHYLLIS KOHLMEitR.
HELEN SHERMAN
Asst. Managing Editor_
WINNY CAT?I,
Advertising Mauagei
DIANA DYE JIM WALLACE
Assurant Nws Editors ____
National Advertising Manager.....
Circulation Manager ...BU1‘ Jean Kietm- eI
The Carpenters Eschew
The motivations that motivate groups are often invisible to
the casual observer. So it is this week with the interested cit
izens who learn how the local carpenters’ union eschewed
what looks like a mighty fine chance to gain all and loose
nothing.
Here’s the background. The carpenters who have been work
ing on apartments in the Amazon Flats community are on
strike, asking $2 an hour, an increase of 25 cents. The Univ
ersity is required to pay the “prevailing wage,” which is $1.75
until the carpenters and contractors agree upon some other
figure. If the contractors agree to $2, then the University will
pay up willingly, but not until. But the University is eager to
sec these apartments finished because there are student fam
ilies who need them badly.
Here’s the University’s offer. The carpenters go back to
work at $1.75 an hour. The University puts 25 cents per man
hour in escrow in a local bank. When the strike issue is settled,
the University pays from the escrow account the difference in
the $1.75 and the new figure (if any).
Here’s the carpenters’ answer. No.
The explanation given the press was a terse “No comment
from A. R. Major, who handles the affairs of the thousand-odd
carpenters involved in the dispute.
Here’s the result. The apartments lie unfinished. The car
penters are not employed. They are not receiving the asked
for wage; they are not even receiving the old wage. Under
the University’s plan they could have had their cake and
jienters to carry on their strike while working,
penters to carry on their strike working.
We don’t get it.
For 'Brisker Pipes'
Last week this page moaned and groaned about the frozen
faced individuals on the campus who refuse to acknowledge a
greeting with even an uncivilized “ugh. Now a possible sol
ution has come to light that may bring a smile from even the
most hardened offender.
It has been a common practice prior to an election or other
all-campus event to have sound trucks strategically stationed
around the grounds blaring forth commercials and other prop
aganda between popular music selections. The music sounds
swell, bi fact, when combined with blue skies and sunshine,
one feels almost like skipping dowy Thirteenth street.
Why not put this fine music to the use for which it was
intended and dance? Sound trucks could be employed full
time and upon leaving their respective classes a male student
could say to a coed, "May I waltz you down to Oregon?" and
off they would go. Conga lines would be formed to the men s
P. 1C building, and the fast moving schottische or heel-toe
polka would be appropriate for the long trip to the music
building or Emerald hall. Those having their classes in the
same building could stand on the porches and rhumba during
the break.
k The possibilities are infinite, and the results beneficial. If
‘ one desires a practical reason, the answer is that dancing to
classes would be a lovely way to keep warm during the cold
snap. Socially .the scheme would be a fine way to get acquaint
ed with someone you’ve long wanted to meet. From the econ
omic standpoint, it would be cheaper than going to Willamette
park, and you wouldn't have to wait until the weekend to
dance.
Now that all is said and done, shall we samba down to
Villard? M.K.T.
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Who Is This Lana Turner Person?
By BERT MOORE
This column is primarily for Clief Dunson, dis
appointed candidate for King of Hearts, who asked
me the other day why I thought ‘‘Green Dolphin
Street” was a prime example of Hollywood tripe.
Admitting that I hadn’t seen it, I still had reasons
for calling it tripe. Let’s examine them.
First of all, the picture starred Lana Turner,
one of Hollywood’ loveliest lassies (not to be con
fused with the putative bitch with the same label).
I admire Lana Turner. Try and name someone nicer
to look at. But almost everyone who isn't blinded
by her obvious charms will admit that as an actress
she is just one cut above Lizabeth Scott, which is a
cutting thing to say.
When you consider the leading part Miss Turner
(I think she’s still Miss Turner) had to portray and
when you call up memories of her capabilities as
shown in many previous pictures, the more-than
casual moviegoer has to conclude that here is an
other film it’s best to avoid. According to the book
and the advertisements she has the leading role.
That’s enough of a reason for me.
But there is another, stronger reason, and it
hinges on those same advertisements. As nearly as
I can recall the ads for “Green Dolphin Street,”
they featured pictures of Miss Turner, Van Heflin,
and some words like "tremendously exciting, spec
tacular volcano eruptions, a thrill-a-minute,” etc.
Through the years I’ve become leery of pictures
that are promised to break the world in two before
my very eyes. Several unhappy experiences with
typhoons, tidal waves, and Dorothy Lamour and
other Vine street thespians have combined to set
my teeth on edge when the talents of prominent
stars take second billing to earthquakes and the
like.
Until I can see someone as capable as Spencer
Tracy operating in the screen’s foreground while
the earth quakes around him, please give me my
terrestrial carnage in a newsreel. And please omit
Lana Turner. She an excellent earthquake spoiler.
Word of mouth information about a picture’s
merits shouldn't influence any so-called critics, but
spies A through M didn’t care for it either. Ac
cording to spy B "Green Dolphin Street” would
have made a fine serial—it was a poorly integrated
series of close escapes from death and/or destruc
tion.
Spy B also reports that her roommate knows
Donna Reed, who had the second lead, and that
Miss Reed didn’t like her own picture. It seems that
most of her scenes were left on the cutting room
floor.
Here’s a final memo to spies N through Z,
who liked the movie, and Clief Dunson: Go see
"Henry V”, then reconsider the merits of “Green
Dolphin Street.”
Who Says There Ain't No Santa Claus?
Or Life Is Just a Bowl of Wheaties
By JEANNE SIMMONDS
While baby-sitting with the grocer’s youngsters
the other night, we decided to do something profit
able, since the store was just a step away. So we
investigated the rather overwhelming box-top and
free offer situation—an enterprise almost equalling
Bethlehem Steel in percentage and business vol
ume. After an exhaustive perusal of the grocer’s
stock, consummated by mastering the arts of shelf
climbing and ladder technique, we reached the fol
lowing conclusions: 1. You can’t sell cereal without
box-tops. 2. The bargains bring the miracle of
modern science into the home, teaching the powers
of the atom to 20th century girls and boys. 3. The
bottom box of cereal is never sold, evidenced by
the deluge of dust upon the investigator.
Moving from left to right along the top shelves
(the top shelves, we find, always house the cereal)
we discovered that Post’s Grape-Nuts Wheat Meal
offers “beautiful silverpla'ted teaspoons,” selling
the gorgeous things to housewives who are willing
to invest, say, in “two handsome quality spoons for
only 25 cents and one of these boxtops.” H-O
Oats, apparently a well-established product, offers
nothing but H-O Oats to the customer.
Aluminum Yet
Something out of our childhood sprang before
us—but with a new twist. Well-loved Mother’s
Oats are now advertised “Quick Mother’s Oats
with Aluminum.” Just as tasty as ever, we’ll bet.
This offer is convenience itself, for a cookie cutter,
measuring cup, salt shaker, or some aluminum
item is included in each package.
A personable box advertised a cereal with which
we’re not familiar—Fisher Flouring Mills Com
pany’s Zoom, an instant whole wheat cereal. The
slick-papered box carries a picture of an impres
sive airplane and the legend, “Wings of the Fu
ture.” A stamp and button, displayed in Glorious
Technicolor on the box, encourages the wee ones
to cut ’em out. It seems that a Zoom club, demo
cratic in the extreme, accepts you if you simply
“clip the insignia—this makes you a member.”
Free Cities
Post-Tens are also enthusiastic over silverplate
tea spoons; for virtually a song—three labels and
50 cents—you pick up three spoons. Betty Crocker
cereals, including small packages of Kix, Wheat
ies, Cheerios, etc., just hand out a model city with
each purchase—a cereal is contained in the card
board villages. A double offer is included, for with
coupons in each package, you too can add to your
silver collection. A sample offer, for instance, in
cludes a hollow handle knife, Queen Bess pattern,
for only 129 coupons and 5 cents, or, if you’re irj.
a hurry for a knife, the economy measure is 3
coupons and 85 cents.
Wheaties, brisk and businesslike, portray ter
rifying masks on the back of each box—a stroke
of genius, we’d say, for the kiddies have to polish
off the Wheaties in order to cut up the box.
Look, Daddy
Kellogg’s are giving away Hudsons these days—
at least Hudsons were all that the grocer had on
his shelf. Their Corn Flakes advertise a fleet of
new automobiles, but all the boxes we lifted had
Hudsons. Probably collusion of some sort between
firms. But the kiddies just cut them out and stick
them together, and look, daddy, a new car.
Kellogg’s Corn Soya have intellectual appeal
also—animals on the back, vitamin counts on the
side panels. Pep—and we’re inclined to think that
here is the bargain of the decade—offers goodies
of all sorts. The new Gy-Rocket (“modelled after
the famous V-2 Rocket’’) is yours for 15 cents and
one box top. The makers encourage you to “have
swell fun. Have speed races, altitude contests, ex
hibitions with the other kids.” Not only that, but
a photo of a star is in every package. We know
this is the real thing, because Charlie Trippi
emerged from our latest box.
Fun With Kellogg
The small sized Corn Flakes (Kellogg’s again)
carry double bargains also, for Rolled Gold 12k
1/80 name pins are advertised for two box tops
and only 10 cents. Games, “Fun with the Kellogg
Kids,” provide reading matter for the Corn Flakes
eater.
Party games and parlor tricks are featured by
Albers Corn Flakes, but no send-in offers. Adver
tising for “House of Mystery” radio programs are
found on Post’s Corn Toasties, guaranteeing the
listener “suspense, excitements, secretas.” Grape
Nuts Flakes, put out by the same people, encour
age you to listen to the Aldrich Family.
Kellogg’s 40 per cent Bran Flakes, appealing
obviously to the oldies, present “Kellogg’s Memory
Album of All-Time Favorites.” We were impressed
at first, but after turning over box after box, we’re
convinced it’s a hoax—"Grandfather’s Clock” was
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Young Republicans Explain Meeting Plans
To the Editor:
For several years the Lame
county Young Republican feder
ation has been active in Eugene.
However, its membership is al
most entirely non-University,
which recently led to the sugges
tion that, for increased student
interest and participation as well
as a more convenient meeting
place and time, a University
Young Republican club be
formed.
The Young Republican national
f !!»!*•> t t i ’ ■ *•••’»»
federation, organized in 1935, has ■
45 State associations among
which Oregon’s is particularly ac
tive. The aims of the Y.R.'s are
to develop youthful talent, abil
ity, and ideas, to promote civic
responsibility, and to advance the
interest of Young Republicanism
and the active participation of
young people in politics.
An organizational meeting will
be held this evening at 6:30 p.m.,
in room 3, Fenton hall. At this
time plans will be made to affil
iate with the state federation, and
a discussion will be held on a
program of activities for the pro
posed club.
All students are invited to at
tend tonight and to help set up a
Young Republican club at the
University of Oregon.
■—H. Clay Myers