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Growing Up. . .
It took a war to do it, but since Decem
ber 8, V.H1, university boys and girls have be
come university men and women, belter ac
quainted with the nature of what this country
stands for and what our way of life really
means to us.
Last year at this time, we were in school
for two purposes. Primarily we were inter
ested in getting a decree, but secondly we
were interested in experiencing that thing
called "college life." Most of us are accom
plishing these two purposes but a larger pur
pose is looming on the horizon.
Today we are in school for one prime
reason, furthering the war effort. Men are
getting direct or indirect training for the days
and nights they will spend in fox holes or in
soa baltlcs. Women are preparing in sonic
way to fill jobs left by men who are fulfilling
a duty so that they can return to those jobs.
It may have taken a war to prove it, but
we are certain now that we stand for the
.American way of life. It also took the war for
us to realize that we are not just "college
kids" but that we are men and women faced
with the responsibilities and duties of preserv
ing democracy.
Many of us are criticized because we are
apparently doing nothing directly for the war
effort. Many of us are not spending hours
knitting scarfs for soldiers or participating in
campus war activities. These activities are
very important to us right now because they
are a sign we are busy, but they are really
very shallow when we stop to analyze the
broad scope of the war effort and realize that
the war is doing this country, this democracy,
this America a real service.
The war is uniting us as one people who
will be able to face the future without hesita
tion and begin the rebuilding of a nation and
a world which we know has been worth living
and dying for.
By Gene Bradley I
(Guest Column by Bob Fransen of the Daily
Minnesota n )
Among the assignments given to a re
porter there is usually an interview or two.
Yesterday I was sent out to interview Greta
Lagoon. (She is Sleep's sister.) Miss Lagoon
is famous as the only woman who ever played
in the backfiHd of the Chicago Rears, profes
sional football team. She was forced to retire
when other conches protested that their play
crs were making too many passes.
Miss Lagoon is now at the University to
study the T formation. She lost her coffee ra
tion book. T found Miss Lagoon at her ex
quisitely furnished apartment located in one
of the higher-priced caves on the river bank.
As 1 entered the living room I noticed that the
scent of roses was in the air. Four in fact.
Then Greta came into the room. Tier hair was
curled artfully over her beautiful face, cleverly
hiding her bald spot, and she was dressed in a
stunning black gown from Bags, Fifth Avenue.
"Gee, you look just like a spy," I gasped.
Sitting down on a divan across the room
she murmured, "Just call me Mata, mister,"
She winked slowly and her eyelashes knocked
the cigaret out of my mouth.
"Pardon me," I said, "but shouldn't your
eyelashes be trimmed?"
"Don't be silly," she replied, "I've got
a contract to sweep the streets."
"Well, getting back to your profession as
a spy," here I leaned forward confidentially,
"I'd like to know what' cooking with the
army reserve."
Greta grinned sardonically. "You and
By Carton Broilerick ft
Well, I am one of the most happiest guys
in school today on account of because I know
everybody else is glad because it sure looks
like there is going to be a white Christmas and
that is what even body has been dreaming
about, I took out Callic into the snow yester
day and we really had a good time. It was
sorta a bracer for what we both had went
through Friday nite.
Well, Friday nite was the army brawl. It
was sure a swell party too and I sure enjoyed
sitting up there in the bleachers and watching
those guys and babes march around like they
was tin soldiers. Then some babe whose name
was Sly rolled around the basketball court
which is where the dance was held in, well she
rolled around in a jeep. It was sure exciting
too because everybody wondered if the jeep
would run over somebody, climb the steps or
run out of gas in the middle of the dance floor
on account of because it probablv only had an
"A" book.
Callic will now tell you some stuff about
what the women like to know about the armv
brawl, socially.
Girls! This is the happiest moment of my
life. Here 1 get the opportunity to address the
beautiful womanhood of this great institution,
and I really, well really really, I'm just at a
loss for words to describe the divine way you
kids dressed for that party Friday night.
Everybody looked too, too beautiful and I was
so so thrilled that I could be there to see all of
you just fit to kill in those creations you was
all wearing.
I was so so glad that it was not a formal
party because then I could look closely to sec
which of you girls were wearing nylon and
which was wearing rayon. 1 was simply
shocked, simply simply shocked to find the
huge huge number of you who are still being
unpatriotic and wearing nylons. My dears.
Take a bit of advice from me. Wear rayon if
you want to be in the best of style. I know
just as well as you do that they bag at the
knees, but 1 just know you kids pretty well,
and 1 know that most of your knees would
make anything bag .
There were the darlingo.st couples there
too last night which I just must must tell you
all about. Dottie Weirich, the Cement Bored
monarch was there wiih that cute cute Jean
Bradley who is the mouthpiece for some big
chain 1 understand. Ann Craft who was pre
sented in the lovely lovely jeep (pronounced in
the delicate French manner jua-pe) was just
too precious in a little throw around cape mak
ing her look maternal as hell. She was es
corted by that darling Jay Douglas who is ab
solutely the most popular man on the campus,
absolutely. At least that's what my good
friends at the Phi Pi house tell me.
Others who were dancing and who arc
simply worth mentioning were John Smith
with Alice Black, Joan White with "Red"
Jones, Mary Brown with Ed Cray. (Mary
Brown looked divine in white with red shoes,
lavender gloves and an off-color pink hat).
I could just go on for hours telling you all
the little intimate things I saw and heard at
that party, but I have to change the ice pack
on my head and take another bromo. See you
kids in the funny papers.
Dean Williamson," she said. "Well, 111 tell
you bud. The men in the army reserve will be
well treated because the government feels that
the army reserve is our ally the same as the
British, Russians and Chinese,"
I leaped to my feet. This was news!
"Can 1 use your phone?" I asked looking
wildly about the room.
"I'm sorry, but I haven't a phone," Greta
murmured. "I didn't pay my bill and the
telephone company ex-communicated me."
"But I have a carrier piegon."
"May I use it?"
"I'm afraid not."
"But why? What have you got a pigeon
for?" I asked irritably.
Her eyelashes brushed my hat off. "I've
got my dove to keep me warm.'
BY GEORGE ABBOTT.
A year ago Monday, IVeember 1, war came to America,
A year ago, Tuesday, December 8, America went to war.
Voting for war declaration: Senate, 2t minutes ($8 0
House, 33 minutes (388-1). Twenty-three years, twenty-seven
days, one hour and twenty-throe minutes of peace ... all of
it shot to hell in fifty-four minutes.
"What can we 47,000 Americans who have died in this
war say to you, the living? Ours is a strange place now
soil which crowds us and stifles us, even in death; soil which
is apart from us, because it isn't ours. The sky above our graves
is not quite the right shade of blue, doesn't look quite like the
one we used to see and find difficult even to picture in our
memories now.
The president said, "December 7, 1941, will live m infamy
. . ." And Chancellor Boucher said, "We stand ready ... to
devote all of our services to the government in this emergency. "
The university, its students, its faculty, its facilities went
to war.
"We remember big, healthy kids walking into certain
death, walking over ground they never asked to be shown,
strange gTOund, buried in that ground ... the sickening stench
of blood long dried, the even more sickening sight of men long
dead. And the men who found ocean graves what of all of
them?
Four thousand students attended the first all-university
war meeting December 17, to bear a general outline of things
to come. Enlistments of university men showed a decided in
crease; KOTC heads were revamping programs to do away
with theory and substitute practical work.
"Never again to walk through falling leaves into aa au
tumn sunset, never to walk in the crisp snow of a winter morn
ing, the freshness of a sunrise in early spring, never to walk
into the dust of a late summer afternoon. No coke dates, or Sat
urday house parties hell, well never even see the forty acres
you take so much for granted.
Defense commit tees were organized. Navy V-5 and V-7,
CPT, enlisted reserve status in the marines, army, navy, and
coast guard. Technical courses added to university curriculum,
research work for the war effort all of these things training
students who had not gone to be ready when the time came,
"Griping? No it was fulfillment of a pledge made to you,
the living, that you might go on living and there are 47,000
of us who have kept that pledge. We walked and lived and
breathed and knew pain and joy and grief, even as you the
hving, now.
From the smallest jobs to the biggest, the university was
doing its share. Intensified IIOTC, bandage rolling, nurses aid
work, contributing to stamp and bond drives. And students
went home during summer vacation determined to make the
next school year an all-out year.
"At those Saturday games, at the Union for cokes, down
by Pen Woods for a couple of beers and a picnic, dinner at the
house, cheering your favorite candidate, or your favorite girl . . .
The fall of 1942 a r;ip drive yielding 150 tons of metal
for the man behind our nations guns, more stamps and bonds,
a soldier-scholarship plan, all university men definitely classi
fied for service.
"... Whoever you are, wherever you may be, remember
that in those cheers going up from you, the living, for the
American way, there are cheers going up, too, from 47,000 men
who aren't"
And the university's primary function education has
kept up, has been considerably speeded up. The military train
ing, special technical courses, outside war work ... all of them
pointing to a great university a university which has found
its place in wartime.