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THE TWIG
March 9, 1945
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FILING BACK
Headliners in the files of The Twig
Newspaper of Students, Meredith College
Member
Plssocided Colle6iate Press
December 7, 1923—
Miss Harris (on Literary Criticism
class); “Miss Herring, have you a
question?”
S. Herring (eagerly); “Yes’m. How
long is it till time for the last lunch
bell?”
EDITORIAL STAFF
Betsy McMillan Editor
Fay Champion Managing Editor
Peggy Haywood Associate Editor
Doris Gene Bowman Associate Editor
Ruth Franklin Associate Editor
Mabel Summers Feature Editor
Emily Hine Photographic Editor
Elizabeth Davis Columnist
Grace Patton Art Editor
Betsy Jean Holt Music Editor
Ruth Martin Sports Editor
Reporters—Mary Martin, Jean Parker, Doris
Tulbert, Elizabeth Murray, Mary Alice
Turner, Ruth Hall, Jacque Landfear, Anne
Hood Hughes, Betty Bullock, Norma
Cartwright.
Typists—Isabel Dillon, Annie Wray Perkins,
Gerrie Dawkins Atkinson, Lillian Beaty,
Rita Piaz.
BUSINESS STAFF
Jewell Eatman Business Manager
Florine Ledford Advertising Manager
Frances Watkins Circulation Manager
Alice Delbridge.... Ass’t Circulation Manager
Members of Business Staff—Jean Griffith,
Caroline Jones, Frances Wallace.
February 10, 1928—
When the “Y” store committee and
the B.S.U. cabinet members met to
gether Friday night for the purpose of
deciding on a new name for the “Y”
store, they found themselves confronted
by a monstrous task. . . . However,
after much deliberation, the “B-Hive”
was finally selected as the most ap
propriate.
January 15, 1932—
Observing a tradition started in 1924
the Meredith faculty has begun work
on “Alice in Wonderland” in prepara
tion for the presentation early this
March 19, 1938—
The members of the freshman basket
ball team were declared champions after
a series of intra-mural games, having
defeated the senior team by one point
in the fastest and most exciting game
of the season. This was the first time
the seniors had been defeated in basket
ball during their college career.
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Successful Weeh
Religious Emphasis Week was indeed
a success.
Meredith students and faculty have
a much broader view about their re
ligion now, thanks to the superb leader
ship of Dr. Edward Hughes Pruden
while being the chief speaker at our
annual worship week.
The subject, “Your Religion,” was
thoroughly discussed from all points of
view—its courageousness, honesty, ad
venturousness, unselfishness, resource
fulness, and concerning many other as
pects of vital Christianity.
The fact that the subjects discussed
and the activities carried on during the
week were varied enough to reach every
kind of person is proof of its continued
success on the Meredith campus. The
theme of the week touched vital issues
of all persons’ religion; also, representa
tives from all organizations on the
campus took part in leading and carry
ing on the week’s plans, thus aiding in
the carrying out of the idea of “your
religion,” your including numerous
types of persons.
Someone stated that last year’s Focus
Week when a team of speakers were
present on the campus was just a step
ping stone in the introduction of Dr.
Pruden to Meredith, which fact made
this year’s program even more effective.
Whatever it was that made the Re
ligious Emphasis Week of this year a
success—whether it be as a result of
the capable leadership in planning for
the occasion or as a result of the
speaker’s dynamic words—all deserve
credit.
Well, my little chickadees, here we
go again. Let’s dish the dirt, huh? After
all, I always say, “What’s life without
a little ‘interest’ in folk’s goings on?”
I was telling Lib Davis how my corns
hurt the other day when all a sudden,
her eyes went glassy and I knew she
was thinking about “Preacher” Greene.
So I left in disgust to find some one
whom I could talk to. The first one I
ran into was Evelyn Ray.
“Evelyn,” I said, grabbing her by her
new permanent,” what do you think of
the European situation?”
“What European situation?” she
asked, “I’m worried about my little flier.
He’s in India — WITH ALL THOSE
VEILED WOMEN AND DANCING
GIRLS!”
tried to carry on an intelligent conver
sation about the nutritive benefits of
Wheatamin tablets, but her mind was
on her man, ’cause all she would say
was “Roger.”
Ran into a bunch of folks going to
Chapel Hill Saturday. You can’t con
vince me that Watson and Cutrell got so
slicked up just to look at drawings. And
did you see the pin Helen Frances was
wearing?—“Somebody” really has good
taste.
What could I do? She didn’t want to
talk either. So I walked to Johnson
Hall, held the door open for Mrs. Wal
lace and her snazzy new plaid hat. With
out much hope, I rushed to my postoffice
box, but Hubert hadn’t written. But
Jessie Leigh got nine letters—imagine
nine—and all of them were from George.
I couldn’t be mad though, cause she
looked so-o-o-o happy.
Then, though it was none of my busi
ness, I crossed over to Miss Rhodes’
office to see who had received flowers,
and there was a box for Miss Keith. In
her own words, “It’s flowers tonight and
candy last night.”
I looked at folks at the bus stop and
recognized Doris Thompson. “I’m going
home to see Forester,” she shouted be
fore the bus pulled away. And I spotted
Lucille and Sallie Ray on their way to
see “certain people” at Mars Hill.
(Speaking of Mars Hill, who are all the
boys Pat King knows up there? Sure
would like to have her little red book.)
Gosh, and I can’t even get anyone to
talk to me.
I dare you to ask Nancy about that
(and I quote) “darling guy at An
napolis.” She is strictly a one-man
woman, and oh, how she does rave about
his precious letters. But Connie God
win is the opposite. She has more men
thinking “he” is the Number One Fel
low in her life—oh to be ultra-glamorous
like some folks. Gosh, looks like the
only dates I’ll ever get are blind ones,
and then I wish I were—blind, I mean!
Terry always has good-looking lieu
tenants flocking here to see her. Some
times there are so many that she has to
take refuge in the Infirmary. Some
people are just the cat’s whiskers—for
three nights—lucky girl.
Been keeping my ear to the ground
about Sarah and Bill. Frankly, I just
don’t think she is ’specially interested
in him now that “other interests” have
come to light. And I heard about Wini
fred and Hobbs—seems that Winnie has
lost interest.
Walked by an alcove and saw Francis
Ward and her marine. It looked quite
interesting, but I guess I wasn’t sup
posed to stay longer than ten minutes
while I discussed the principles of tap
dancing. They didn’t seem too interested
for some reason. Folks are just rude
almost about not listening to me. I
saw Bunny a couple of days ago, and
Ran into I.L.S. in the auditorium, and
before I could tell her about the latest
discovery of Herman N. Gooch, she
shouted, “Guilford’s coming this week.”
See what I mean? Nobody wants to
chat—except John Peele. I just hap
pened to overhear a telephone conversa
tion. Made me think Charlie is having
some competition about Jane.
Gotta trot, kids. I have to read that
article about the migration of the grey,
spike-tailed swallow. After all, I al
ways say, “Reading broadens.” And so
does Meredith food. Anyhow, look me
up and we’ll have a snappy discussion
about the relation of isoclene to poracina
in the making of radio tubes.
See you next issue.
Cousin Albertie.
As Dr. Pruden himself said, here’s
hoping he will be given other oppor
tunities to finish his college course at
Meredith, this year, his second, being his
sophomore year. Truly, Meredith’s Re
ligious Emphasis Week “accentuated the
positive” in vital Christianity which is
needed today.
Pci4i>o-^uima.
spring. The play was first given in the
spring of 1924. . . . The play was such
a success that the faculty decided to
give it every college generation for the
entertainment of the student body*and
friends of the college.
According to Miss Ida Poteat, head of
the art department of Meredith Col
lege, there is a committee now working
on a plan to secure credits for the
studio work in the art department just
as is done in the laboratory work in
the science courses, so that the art stu
dents may receive an A.B. degree with
art as a major.
REMEMBER THESE SONGS?
Lcitrn to Write Letters
Correctly written letters mean a lot
to employers choosing from among
applicants for positions. Meredith
seniors, as a continued favor for them,
are extremely lucky to have Dr. Estelle
Popham, head of the Business Depart
ment, to help them write letters of ap
plication to prospective employers.
Classes for such business letter writ
ing will soon begin. Seniors who take
advantage of this opportunity of learn
ing correct methods of correspondence
will be thankful for this knowledge not
only in satisfying immediate needs but
also in the using of such knowledge in
future business dealing as more and
more Meredith girls go into “career
work.”
Someone has said “Music hath
charm” and how well we realize this
at times . . . when we are tired at the
end of the day and soft, sweet music
seems just the thing, or sometimes
when we are in a cheery mood there’s
nothing like music to match the mood.
There are other times, too, when the
strains of some half-forgotten song
comes filtering back from the past bring
ing with it a fiood of memories that
always seems to accompany old songs,
and we wonder why they have stopped
writing songs like these.
Speaking of these old songs, remem
ber those real “oldies” like “You Can’t
Have Everything,” “Venie, Venie,”
“Music Goes Round and Round,” “Organ
Grinder’s Swing,” and “The Umbrella
Man”? Along about this time the
Andrews Sisters first began making
a name for themselves with their version
of “Bei Mire Bist Du Shein.”
Doodle,” “Deep Purple,” and “Cathe
dral in the Pines”? There was also “Flat
Foot Floogie” about this time, and re
member learning to do the Big Apple
to Tommy Dorsey’s “Marie”? A couple
of summers later such songs as “Music
Maestro, Please,” “This is My First
Affair,” “Nice Work if You Can Get It,”
and of course. Cole Porter’s “Begin the
Beguine” were popular.
Then there was the rather severe
winter when Glenn Miller’s “In the
Mood” was all the rage. Also about
this time “Careless,” “My Prayer,” and
Bonnie Baker’s “Oh, Johnny,” were top
pers on the Hit Parade.
The following summer brought such
hits as Glenn Miller’s “Tuxedo Junc-
By Lib Davis
tion,” “Well, Alright,” and “Beer Bar-
Remember the summer when we were
all dancing to such songs as “Coconut
Grove,” “A Tisket, a Tasket,” “Dipsy
rel Polka” by the Andrews Sisters.
There was the time, too, during our
high school days, when “Deep in a
Dream,” “Two Sleepy People,” and
“Small Fry” with Bing Crosby doing
the vocals were all the vogue.
A few years ago perhaps you recall.
Forward March!! Inevitably the days
go by—busy weeks followed by busier
weeks, happy week-ends giving place
to still happier ones—always the atmos
phere of looking forward to something
better. It’s an ill wind, you know, that
“blows nobody good.” And these vigor
ous March winds are certainly lively
enough to blow us all a lot of good.
March originally was the first month
of the year. When the calendar was
changed and March lost out to two others
ahead of her, she still retained her dis
tinction of bringing the first day of
spring, the joyful, hopeful, forward-
looking season.
The first two days of March, for us,
“blew in” the last part of one of the best
things we have had on our campus
lately—the repeat visit of Dr. Pruden,
a favorite Focus Team member from last
year for our Religious Emphasis week.
What better beginning for a new month!
What better challenges than those he
brought us so forcefully for getting a
new slant, a fresh start, and a clearer
focus on our own immediate futures.
One bright green spot to look forward
to in March is St. Patrick’s Day on the
seventeenth. If there’s that “something
in ye Irish,” you’ll be out on your knees
among the clover leaves searching for
those four-leaf clovers that look so much
like shamrocks and are supposed to bring
their finders luck.
It may be that you’ll need that luck
on six-weeks’ tests and grades that
aren’t so far off, too. Or maybe it’s luck
you need in getting your favorite candi
date through in these spring elections.
We have already had three good ones.
We are looking for the rest of them to
be just as good.
The name of March was derived from
Mars, the Roman god of war. No matter
how deeply we bury ourselves in books
and studies; no matter how infatuated
we are with spring and all the accom
panying beginnings of things; no matter
how excited we get over the prospect of
approaching good times—we still can’t
get away from the stark reality of the
war that has been raging for three suc
cessive Marches. Our boys are still over
there, and we know something of what
they’re going through. We don’t know
what spring will bring to them, but
it’s a “cinch” it won’t bring most of
them home for Easter. That’s a time
when we all like to be at home. But
we have agreed as a student body to
give up our holidays that week-end,
and most of us are planning to spend
our Easter here. It’s a wonderful spirit.
We’re glad Meredith girls are unselfish
enough to do at least this very small
thing in cooperation with war emerg
ency requests. That, too, is a beginning.
There will be other things we will be
asked to do. We are going to meet them
all with even more of an attitude of co
operation and willingness.
We won’t “beware the ides of March.”
Instead, we will look forward with a
great deal of eagerness and anticipation
to what is ahead. That’s one big part of
our glorious heritage as Americans—
the prospect of a happy future, if we do
our part to preserve our heritage. It’s
worth it.
After the Bull
After the ball was over,
Jennie took out her glass eye.
Put her false teeth in a tumbler.
Stopped up her bottle of dye.
Stood her peg-leg in the corner,
Hung up her wig on the wall.
And that was left went to slumber
After the ball. ’
■—Anon.
those Spanish songs such as
Marie Elena,” “Yours,” “Green Eyes,”
and Amapola,” and also the catchy
lyrics of “Hut-Sut Song.” About two
years ago, do you remember singing
“I Don’t want to
Set the World on Fire,” and “Tonight
We Love ?
Yep those were the good old days,
all right, and each song brings back
memories galore. But today’s songs will
bring back different sorts of memories.