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About Oregon daily emerald. (Eugene, Or.) 1920-2012 | View Entire Issue (Feb. 10, 1950)
A Collegiate Romance, Or— 'See You on the Quad' By Marty Weitzner It was shortly after twelve : when they came out of McArthur '(Court. Inside, the band was fold ing up their instruments and the j clean-up crew was tearingdown ■ what had been the “Hello Dance.” J Outside a full yellow moon threw its pale light over the cemetery. ; He looked at her as they walked ! across the street. Carlotta, short, ^stocky, but beautiful. Her long 'stringy hair tumbled about her .shoulders, her green eyes looked up jat him bewitchingly in the moon light. ij "It’s so nice out,” she said, “let’s jiwalk home.” li “Yeah,” he panted, “through the jjcemetery.” | “No, ya don't,” she replied. “I Jb’een around.” ■, ' They walked past Gerlinger in jlthe direction of Susan Campbell iu :.-I.: You're The One that Counts with US That’s why we serve you only the BEST in hamburg ers with everything and any thing. GOOD HOT COFFEE ' Thick Milkshakes any flavor— DUCK INN 11 lh Street Eh. 5-9357 and the library. All the while, De vanter looked at her and thought of how lucky he was. This morning a mere insignificant pledge of a mere insignificant fraternity. Now, tonight, he was a carefree campus socialite escorting a queen from a mere insignificant sorority. “Carlotta,” he said, “do you be lieve in fate ?” “I don’t belive in nuttin’ she breathed. “I mean like us—er, we two. This morning strangers, and now and now . . .” “Yeah,” she sighed. The magic of the moment had come upon her also. They were nearing the library he could contain himself no longer. He swung her around and prepared to smear her lipstick with his lips. “No, no,” she whispered,” not here. Cancha see where we are?” He dropped her gently to the ground, then turned to notice the hallowed libe. He couldn’t do it on this spot. They walked on towards Carlot ta’s house. Devanter would look at her, their pasty teeth would part in wretched imitations of smiles, and off he would go, into the realm of thought. So this was college romance. Yesterday he hadn't known a girl on campus. “Hello Dance” was coming and he needed a date. “Don’t worry," said his roomie, Sopho Moore, “I can get you one. The girls at the Kum Xi Mis will do anything for me. The old man owns the mortgage on their house.” The evening had been wonderful. He couldn't fox trot and she didn’t Charleston, so theiy traipsed about counting the people in Mac Court in as many languages as possible. By twelve they had just gotten into the languages common to the. people of upper bend of the Red river valley. Devanter had been so engrossed in their 'activity he had i MEET YOUR FRIENDS AT DEL’S • COFFEE O SANDWICHES • FOUNTAIN DRINKS DELS INN It won't be a dead evening if you spend SATURDAY night at— CLINGMAN’S I 3S97 Pacific Highway South forgotten his plan about sneaking up to the balcony. Now they were in front of the sorority house. Looking up Carlot ta could see her window with her roommate standing before it run ning her finger back and forth in front of her neck and making wry faces. Carlotta steered Levanter onto the porch. “Gee,” she said puckering her lips, “It’s sure been wonderful. Let's do it again sometime.” “Yeah,” said Devanter, bussing her on the forehead, “sometime.” With that, Carlotta plucked a mantilla (a Spanish back scratch er) from her hair, tossed it to him and fled into the house, just in time, as the house mother charged the electric buzzer. Slowly she wafted up the stairs, her thoughts lost in the world of l’amour. Leisurely Devanter drifted home ward, his heart bouncing gaily' in his love-filled frame. Carlotta glided into her room. Devanter bounded into his quar ters. “How was he?” said her roomie. “Well?” said his. “A drip,” said Carlotta. “A dog,” cursed Devanter. And the yellow moon shone brightly. Shapeless Garb Plagues Coeds By Marjory Bush From the first day of school and for the next five terms, an Oregon coed spends three hours per week in an occupation and apparel that is seldom publicized. This untold part of her educa tion draws her regularly to Ger linger, where she stretches muscles develops agility, and becomes a poised young lady. But the costume necessary for these attributes! First to be introduced is a shape less, baggy, faded blue outfit faint ly resembling a swimming suit. To this the elated frosh, filled with happy expectations of college life, must bow. Its loose fit has at least one advantage — it makes for greater bouyaney in the water. me irosn must go tnrougn an other shattering experience when beginning Fundamentals I. The ap propriate and only possible cloth ing for this, it seems, is a two-piece leotard. Now a leotard is, as Web ster says, a “close-fitting sleeveless garment named after a French aerial gymnast.” The French influence is quite ob servable too, with the low-cut ef fect being disadvantageous^ car ried out in both pieces. Once past these two major ob stacles, the future sophomore can look forward confidently to a fu ture of shorts and blouses in sizes that fit. Of course by now she may be so daring as to try fencing or hockey. The straight-jacket, mask, and sword even become a point of pride, and likewise the football-player look of the hockey outfit. But an enterprising coed could do a great good for humanity by campaigning for the abolition of all shrinking leotards and stretch ing swim suits. CLASSIFIED TAX—Students get your income tax refund early. File now. Glen Donalson, 1060 High St. 79 TUTOR—English major will tutor freshmen in Eng Lit and Comp. $1 an hour. Call 4-7356. 80 Feature Section n "Why? Well, I simply don't go out with Just ANYBODY—and I don't •▼on know youl Besides, I don't go out on less than two weeks* no tice? furthermore, I have a coke date at 8. play practice at 9, study session at 12, and a few things to rinse . . . What? Who's playing? He isl A new car ... it isl Who were you calling? JANE JONES! 1 There's been a mistake!—this is Jaqualla Calimanderthieson, hold on a min. ... Hello! Hello This is Jane. Yes, I'll be ready in half an hour l". Lemon Punch When the professor complained of a terrible headache one morning, a student remarked, “I had a terrible headache recently, but it didn’t last long. My wife pulled me over on the sofa and gave me a great big kiss. Believe it or not, the pain disappeared immediately!” The suffering professor reached for his hat. ‘Tve tried everything else,” he moaned. “Is your wife home now?” Whenever I ride, I endeavor, of course, To look like a part of my gallop ing horse; However, my riding is rather inferior And somehow I look like a horse’s posterior. Housemother: “Honey, why were you running home last night?” Freshman Girl: “I was being chaste.” His face was flushed, but his broad shoulders saved him. HELP! Take the Kinks out of your muscles and have fun • Refreshments • Shuffleboard DORSEY’S U-BOWL Downstairs 5-53d4 SUNDAY NIGHTS ARE COLLEGE NIGHTS AT THE ANCHORAGE CAFE BL THE OLD MILL RACE WHY NOT JOIN THE REST of the satisfied students and dine in THE RUSTIC ROOM Atmospheric Dining DINE BY CANDLE LIGHT • • • We specialize in Banquets and DINNER Parties PHONE 4-1327 -■ FOR RESERVATIONS