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DAILY NEBRASKAN Sunday, December 19. 1943 JhsL (Daih ThbhaAhmt. FOKTT- FOURTH TEAR Subscription Rates are $1.00 Per Semester or $1.50 for the College Tear. $2 50 Mailed. Single copy. 6 Cents. Entered as second-class natter at the postoffice in Lincoln. Nebraska, under Act of Congress March S, 1879, and at special rate of postage provided for in Section 1103, Act of October 3, 1917, Authorized September 30, 1922. EDITORIAL DEFA RTMEJfT Journal 2-3330. Day 2-7181. Night 2-7191 Editor Marlorie Marietta Business Manager Charlotte Hill Published three times wfMy oo Baaday, (Mnrrit; and rrldar dortnt school year. Offices Union Building. Manactnc Edltan Pat Chambertla. Jane Jainlne News Mltwa Jeaa OtotfOity, HarrtoaH Gaetfwln. GhlU Hill. Man Helen Tboms Army Bditws We, William Calkiaa aad . William CeiMba Saeieiy Laara Lee ataadil BUSINESS STAFT Asslstaet Bail ess Kaaacora Je Harts. Sytrta RemateJa CircaJatiea Huiir BUI Kerff. S-UZS All ideas expressed in the editorial columns of the Nebraska are those of the editor unless otherwise indicated. They may or may not reflect student opinion. To Soldiers, Students, and Adniiiiistration-Thanlis! Winding up a semester which gave promise of being one of confusion and turmoil, the Daily Nebraskan herewith offers its final publication for 1943.. A glance at the front page headlines will show that, although many of the things which characterized college life have gone, the essence of the college spirit remains. Because of, not in spite of, army units stationed at Ne braska, the university has been able to maintain an academic program to equal in quality, at least, to that of former j'ears. Traditional activities of the various colleges, departments and organizations, though somewhat lessened, have remained in existence. ( To those who have made it possible for the university to continue in this manner, the Nebraskan offers, as its Christ mas gift and New Year's greetings, wholehearted thanks. . . .to the administration, upon whom rested the responsi bility of supervising a university dedicated to the needs of its country. ...to the military units, whose co-operation with Nebras kans has assured complete and successful operation of the com bined programs. . . .to the civilian students. Their very presence on the campus insures furtherance of education. . . .to the Student Union, for solving the problems of feed ing and entertaining military trainees without overlooking or slighting civilian students. ...to Daily readers, whose support is gratifying to an organization which, with inexperienced workers and problems of printing and circulation, appreciates the patience of its public. . . . and to the university at Large A Merry Christmas. A Happier and Victorious New Year. J. J. BY LAURA LEE MUNDIL. Hi, all you who made this last week-end before vacation one to really rest up after. Some of the more steady couples who added their brightness to the Sig Ep party Friday night were Bob Foer ester and Louise Mares, Chi O, Day Slout and Selma Pfingsten, and Loren Bevan and Tri De'.t Merrel Shutt. Bob Wolfe was with Marl Ferrell, Thcta, while Paul Hanson's date car all the way from Grinnell to attend the affair. Incidentally, girls, take notice of the 21 new Sig Ep hearts floating about the campus. Congratula tions boys, but don't keep them too long! And as long as we're on the subject of Sig Eps, how about these most frequent Bob Henderson-Alpha Phi Joan Witt dates of late? Some of the big fun couples at the Pi Phi formal: Lorie Weaver and fiance, Chuck Mielke; Sue Sherman and George Pinney, Beta; Betty Dick with Went worth's Bob Weaver and Sayre Webster with Gene Merchant, Beta dent; B. J. Dickerson was having a fine time with Phi Gam Max Nigh as was Janet Sherwood with Pinmate Norm Alverson, Doane V-12 boy. There seems to be no end to the list of new diamonds. One Al pha Phi Beckey Ely received one of same from Bill Meckling, AST from Indianapolis. That event was some three weeks ago at the AST Union dance at which the two an nounced their engagement prob ably the biggest AST-Nebraska coed romance yet! Alpha Chi Margie Andrews was also on the receiving end last week-end and the giver was, of course, IX Dee DePutron, DU. For more who are interested in diamonds and silver and stuff, Gardner's Jewelry of fers the best of everything, adv. Also from the Alpha Chi house, nws of "Pete" Peterson, Sigma Nu, back to see Ruth Panzer on his way to med school in Omaha. Steadies and Mysteries. A brand new steady deal Is that of ATO Bob Frary and Stocking Girl Jan Wilson. Two who are hitting the pace at an almost steady rate are Pi Phi Jean Har vey and Sigma Chi B. J. Fuller ton. By the by, for a bit of the more mysterious wonder what Phi Gam Larry Sharman was doing heading toward the Alpha Phi house with a scrumptuous box of candy? And Sigma Kappa Betty Storjohn would like to know who sent her the dozen roses. Must wc be. that secret, admirers? Another of those out of town trips to see "friends" as Betty Ruth Dunlap, ChiO, goes to Max well Field, Alabama, to spend the Christmas holidays with Air Ca det Bill Hewitt, former Sig Alph. New Actives. To all the new initiates of Phi Gam and Phi Delt, congratula tions. And no less to the Sig Alphs at whose initiation fourteen chap ters were represented by Air Base men and other around. Really nice going! OWL BY LES GLOTFELTY. Despite trials and tribulations, hell and high water, the Daily staff can still wish all its readers, loyal and otherwise, a Merry Christ mas. It is remarkable that we staff members still have any good will toward man or toward anything after three months of all-this-and-it-ain't-heaven that has happened this year. . We started out this September with a clean office and six women staff members, some thing new in the history of the Daily Ne braskan. Four papers came out during rush week with no reporters to help. Just how the paper ever got put together is still a mystery to us. By the end of the first week the Daily office was its old self with papers piled high on all the desks, three out of four typewriters out of commission, coke glasses in rows all over the place and flies in the paste and still no freshman workers. At the end of six weeks we got 60 reporters signed up to work for us. "Fine!" we said. So ten showed up and wrc started a man hunt for a sports write?.' which we finally found in the form of John C. lieittl uid Igor of the Beta house. Things settled down to a mild roar. The Cornhusker swiped our remaining good typewriter, Bags for Service men ran away with our copy paper, reporters began to hate us as we filled the office with screams of "Don't capitalize university What are his first initials? Go over to the mechanical arts and dig up a good story For Pete's sake, re write this thing Go get an inquiring pre porter Who can go and cover the convoca tion tomorrow at 6 a. m!" and so on thru the night. But the reporters stuck it out, probably because they needed activity points, and a few of them got their first by-line. Meanwhile, the sports editor quit and there we were again. There is something about having a woman write the sports page that just "ain't ripht." Lewandowski had to get used to skirted staff members running into his office wanting to know who was first string quarterback on the varsity football team. Predicting the outcome of UN's first basket ball games was our biggest headache, and it took the combined and stolen inches of the Lincoln papers to help us out. All this was the hell part; the high water came when someone left a hose from the Union lawn running in the office window. Coming up for air every three minutes we dripped thru that day. Then someone brought seven giant Christmas trees into the office and we were accused of burglary. The telephone got knocked on the floor one time too many and refused to work. Advertisers refused to ad vertise and the grill made us return their coke glasses. The GI editors of the army page moved in and at least 20 people an hour just stood in the middle of the floor and screamed. The key to the files disappeared and our checks were late. Right now, two weeks' vacation looks like heaven. The rag, we love with all our ink stained souls, and we'll be back in two weeks, sitting on our broken chairs, slinging copy madly, trying our darndest to put out the paper you want. Happy New Year, and we'll see ya. WhiteSpace (Continued) By Elmer Sprague When my first sergeant has consumed a couple of bottles of ale and is in a kindly mood, he tells some of the best stories to be heard in the company. My favorite is about Private Winkle's flying home for Christmas: One night in December a couple of year ago, this Private Winkle was stumbling out of the company mess hall after a hard day of KP, when he bumped against something block ing the sidewalk. It was dark, Private Winkle couldn't see what was stopping him, and he felt slightly misanthropic, because there had been a great stack of pots and pans to scour, so he muttered rather nastily: "Who's blockin' the road!" "I'm Pegasus," a deep voice answered. "Oh," Private Winkle said. "When did your draft board get you!" "It's still looking for me," Pegasus replied. "Oh," Private Winkle said again. "See you later, Winkle," the horse said and strolled off into the darkness. Private Winkle shrugged his shoulders and wondered how Pegasus knew his name. He walked down to the orderly room and pre sented himself to the first sergeant. "I just saw a horse with wings in the com pany area," Private Winkle said. "You're tanked up on PX beer, Winkle," the first sergeant said. "You had better go to bed." "I just saw a horse with wings," Private Winkle repeated. "You've been reading too much James Thur ber," the sergeant said. "You want to watch yourself." "Yeah, I'll watch myself," Private Winkle said, and walked out. When Private Winkle got to his barrack, someone told him there was a horse waiting to see him. Private Winkle found Pegasus lying on his bed, chuckling over a copy of "The New Yorker," and eating some fig newtons that had been on Winkle's shelf. "Hello," Pegasus said. "I'm glad you came In." In the light, he looked to be a me dium sized horse that had enjoyed something of a ribald life. His wings made him look slightly angelic, but one petulent tilt of his eyes left no room for a halo. After a minute Pegasus closed one magazine he was reading and said: "I am inclined to think that you would like to go home for Christmas. Winkle.' ' "Yes," Private Winkle answered. "Well, let's go," Pegasus said. "I'll get my overcoat," Private Winkle said. In a few minutes the two of them were fly ing thru the night. Private Winkle sat astride Pegasus 's back, and the horse flew as smoothly as possible so as not to unseat him. 1 asked the first sergeant if Private Winkle got home for Christmas and he said that he did not know, but he thought so, because Pri vate Winkle sent him a present of a fifth. Private Winkle never came back to the com pany. One first sergeant said that personally he did not blame Private Winkle for not re turning to the army. "Why should he have come back!" the sergeant asked. "Anyone who knows a winged horse doesn't need an army." The sergeant is always in a philosophical mood at the end o fthis story. "No one really belongs in an army," he says. "And some evenings when the sun has just gone down, I stroll around the company area looking for a winged horse with wings." I met the sergeant often, when I was out side that time in the evening, myself. 1914 CORNII USKER the same GUAC5AMTTE bought after on books GCGDuHlfoGB "A TASSEL WE MUST ORDER COVERS BY THEN CORNHUSKER OFFICE