DAILY NEBRASKAN
Sunday, December 19. 1943
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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.
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