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THE TWIG
January 18, 1946
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which $1.00 covers a year’s subscription.
Thouffht ior the day . . .
“Study to shew thyself approved unto
God, a workman that needeth not to he
ashamed, rightly dunding the word of
truth.
II Timothy 2:15.
Our Own Canversution . . .
Someone once suggested that all
groups and individuals could be classi
fied according to topics of conversation.
The first and largest group, it was
stated, was occupied with conversation
about people—the mother-in-law, the
neighbor’s daughter, the ice-man. The
second group, somewhat more select,
was engaged in conversation about
events—the train wreck, the President’s
fishing trip, the strikes. The third
group, smallest and most select, was
absorbed in conversation about ideas—
education, democracy, brotherhood.
Which of these three groupings would
be most descriptive of our own con
versation? Here, on a college campus,
which of these should be most descrip
tive?
In college we are continually en
countering and absorbing new ideas—
ideas which should be so stimulating
and provocative that we could not resist
talking about them. And yet it fre
quently seems that the ringing of the
bell after classes or chapel is the signal
for us to drop these new ideas from our
thinking and conversation. Would
your roommate be surprised if you sud
denly asked her whether or not she
agreed with the ideas of Milton or Plato
on the censorship of books? Or would
she be amazed to hear you rhapsodize
on your favorite poet rather than on
your favorite boy-friend? Would you
feel perfectly free in discussing your
own ideas on world government,
brotherhood, love, immortality, or any
thing else deep and significant, with
any of your friends at any time?
It’s so easy to slip into the conversa
tion of people and events. Of course
there are the tests and term papers and
teas and movies and dates and football
games and good times. But there are
always these higher, more vital thoughts
which should find way into our con
versation, marking us as thinking,
aware, Christian college women.
By the streets of “by and by” one
arrives at the house of “never.”
Cervantes.
He who works with his hands is a
laborer. He who works with his hands
and his head is a craftsman. He who
works with his hands and his head and
his heart is an artist.
Father Mathew Record.
Open Letter to the
Newspaper of Students, Meredith College
Students
Dear Students;
Scanty Sketches
EDITORIAL STAFF
Jewell Eatman Editor
Florine Olive Managing Editor
Elizabeth Davis Associate Editor
Mable Summers Associate Editor
Ruth Franklin ..Associate Editor
Marilynn Ferrell Feature Editor
Frances Wallace Photo Editor
Elizabeth Sawyer Columnist
Betsy Jean Holt Music Editor
Ruth Martin Sports Editor
Reporters—Ruth Hall, Ann Hood Hughes,
Norma Cartwright, Hilda Austin, Mary
Humphreye, Stella Lassiter, Mary Alice
Turner.
Typists—Myra Teague, Jerry Miller, Olema
Olive, Jean Trentman, and Bette Linney.
BUSINESS STAFF
Martha Hamrick Business Manager
Mary Martin Advertising Manager
Alice Delbridge Circulation Manager
Frances Watkins-.Ass’t Circulation Manager
Members of Business Staff—Margaret Wil
son, Emily Hine, and Doris Moore.
Entered as second-class matter October 11, 1923,
at postoffice at Raleigh, N. C„ under Act of March
1, 1879. Published Semi-monthly during the months
of October, November, February, March, April and
May; monthly during the months of September,
December and January.
Too often we of The Twig staff hear
students making such remarks as
“Where’s the gossip column”? “Why
doesn’t The Twig have a gossip column
anymore?” and “What kind of paper
is it that doesn’t carry any student gos
sip?” These remarks seem inevitable
after each issue of The Twig is pub
lished. We think that without gossip.
The Twig is a better college publication.
Material of the sort in question is a
poor excuse for real news. It cannot
possibly be of interest to the readers
in general, but only to the few who are
mentioned and possibly some of their
friends. Gossip or bits of insignificant
personal news are definitely of limited
reader interest. A second point dis
couraging the use of a gossip column is
that sooner or later it leads to some an
tagonism or ill-feeling. Many girls to
whom choice bits of news about their
personal affairs seem exciting at the
present may not like to think that they
will be recorded in print.
We of The Twig staff, however, have
not relied strictly on our own judgment.
We have studied some of the largest
and most highly rated college news
papers in the country and have found
that their publications too are devoted
to news of greater value than gossip.
Similarly, advice from the Associated
Collegiate Press included the follow
ing reply: “Avoid all use of gossip; it
only creates ill-will. Develop an
adequate substitute of greater and wider
interest.”
As an “adequate substitute,” we have
tried open letters from the students,
student quotations on different subjects,
book reviews, and fashion reviews. Ap
parently the substitutes for gossip have
not been “adequate,” for the complaints
are still raised. Therefore, we would like
for those who clamour for a gossip
column to look through some of the best
rated college papers in the country, and
then see if your opinion remains un
changed. Also, if you have another idea
for what should be used as a substitute,
we will be glad to receive it. Turn that
“hey, where’s the gossip” into more
constructive thinking.
The Editor.
an unusual girl-
“Most popular” is
Jo Hughes, president
of the senior class—
most popular, not only
with those handsome
specimens of the op
posite sex, but very
popular with all the
folks here on the cam
pus, faculty and stu
dents alike. Yes, Jo is
-even her name is un
usual, Dorothea Josephine Welch
Hughes! Most unusual is the way her
nose wrinkles up when she laughs and
that is most of the time. Along with
the wrinkled nose in those merry
moments, come dancing, sparkling
brown eyes under long curling eye
lashes. Those brown eyes really ex
press deep understanding and wisdom
in moments of seriousness, however.
Among other unusual things about Jo
is her soft, sweet southern drawl which
made her the typical “Honey Bee” in
the Senior class stunt and by the way,
Jo was in a large way responsible for
the many clever ideas which made the
Senior stunt the winning stunt.
Jo hails from Greer, S. C., which she
will proudly inform you on your first
acquaintance with her, and she really
made the “old home town” quite proud
of her in the spring of her freshman year
when she was elected to represent them
in the May Court. In her sophomore
year she was treasurer of the Phi So
ciety and a member of the Choir. She
was secretary of the Phi Society her
junior year. Also, during her junior
year, she was secretary of her class,
vice president of the B.S.U., a member
of Sigma Pi Alpha, and held a co
chairmanship with “Liz” for the Jr.-Sr.
banquet. This, her senior year, she
was elected president of her class, an
honorary member of the B.S.U. Council,
a member of the Silver Shield, and the
president of the B.T.U. at First Baptist.
Her future’s name—heaven only knows!
Jo says her heart belongs to Daddy!
However, her immediate plans for the
wltU Sauf4fe^
by LIB SAWYER
Once in a while, do you like to think
of the days way back when you were
a kid—really a kid, I mean? Especially
when Spring comes around, don’t you
often get the same unmistakable urge
to do some of the crazy things you did
as a kid, like bursting into a run all of a
sudden for no reason at all, or kicking
a stone, or betting you can jump a
stream? Of course, since we are now
considered grown-up, at least by those
who do not know us very well, we never
actually do these things anymore; but
the feeling is still there in most of us,
I bet.
Each of us is from a different neigh
borhood and used to playing with kids
unknown to the rest of us, but I’ll wager
we have played just about the same sort
of games. Think back to a warm sum
mer’s night when the sun has only a
few dusky paths left with which to
reach the earth and you are about eight
or ten. Where do you find yourself—
standing right by yourself beneath the
streetlight on the corner, staring un
waveringly at the cold bulb; watching
to be the first person in the town to see
it come on? Or is that you with the
pigtails forever bumping your shoulders
while you chase up and down the side
walk, desperately trying to clutch a foe
in “Black Thorn Come Across.” “Hide
and Seek” takes on even more suspense
and excitement at night with shadows
as added foes or, if your neighborhood
included those pests, the boys, maybe
you ganged up under the streetlight
every night to keep baby brothers and
sisters awake with “Kick the Can” until
your own personal curfew sounded,
“Come in now, time for bed.”
And on Saturday mornings—I sup
pose you attended all your clubs, G-Man
and all the rest, in somebody’s garage
where plans were carefully formulated
to track down that suspicious fellow
who went by just now. So you shined
up your post toasties badges; loaded
your rubber guns and cautiously pur
sued him.
Then there are times when you see
yourself alone, perhaps spending hours
catching honey bees in a jar, or watch
ing crazy red ants run back and forth
along the ground getting actually no
where. Or maybe you caught butter
flies, creeping up on them and inching
your fingers along until they touched
its colored wings and captured it or
else let it slip away. Did you ever
have a turtle race where you placed
muddy creek turtles in a circle to see
which would be first to reach the out
side? Oh, there are so many things
a child, aged ten, can do.
But it is funny how certain incidents,
trifling in themselves, stick with one
often longer than more important ones.
I remember there was a huge oak tree
in our back yard which was the setting
for many exciting adventures. Most
of the kids in our neighborhood could
climb this tree up to a certain limb
but so far as we knew, no one had
ever been able to span the gap between
that limb and the next. One day, prob
ably after having read of some daring
hero, I was feeling especially chipper
and thought I’d take another crack at
that limb which so often teased my will,
and I deftly (T like to think deftly)
made my way up the oak. I knew I
couldn’t reach that next limb, but for
the first time I noticed another tiny limb
hardly large enough for a hand to cover,
that I may be able to catch momentarily
in my spring to the larger one. After
much deliberating and losing my nerve
and finding it and losing it again, I
knew I could never be satisfied until
I had tried this feat. Wiping my hands
which were now glistening with sweat,
and catching my breath, made the jump.
Luckily my scheming worked well. I
could hardly believe I had attained the
untouched limb—more than even a boy
had done. I was in unexplored ter
ritory! Then, quickly I began feeling
my way down again to tell them I
would tell them all that I had stood
upon the limb which no one had touched
future lie in the field of religious educa
tion. In her sessions with Mitzi and
Willie daydreams of working in the
same church are topics of conversation
—along with other topics such as
mails (?), bars, and Krispy Kreme
doughnuts.
Dear Editor;
On the Thursday that we discussed
chapel, one person raised the question
as to whether we still have an honor
system at Meredith College. The an
swer was, “Yes, we still have an honor
system.” But where is it? Is our honor
system merely floating around in the
minds of the idealists? Can you check
on girls and still say they are living by
an honor system? We certainly can’t
have an honor system that functions as
a police system, so why not experiment
by conducting the system on a more
democratic basis.
I admit that it will be hard to make
an honor system work efficiently; but if
given a chance, I’m sure the Meredith
girls would prove they can maintain
an honor system. After all, I’ve always
heard that Meredith girls are the finest
girls in the world. Jane Middleton.
He: Darling, I love you so terribly.
She; You sure do!
Mr. Long; How are you getting along
at college?
Girl: O pretty well, thanks. I’m try
ing awfully hard to get ahead.
Mr. Long: That’s good. You need
one. Maroon and Gold.
Record Review
Brahms; Concerto No. 2 in B-Flat
Major for Piano and Orchestra, Op. 83.
Columbia Masterworks Set M-MM-584.
Rudolf Serkin, piano, with the Phila
delphia Orchestra, Eugene Ormandy,
conductor. One of the greatest, most
difficult and most beautiful of all com
positions for piano and orchestra is the
Brahms B-Flat Concerto. During recent
years, it has become one of the most
popular concert!, as well. Rudolf
Serkin has long been considered the
ideal interpreter of this lofty music,
and there has been a great demand for a
recording of the work by him. This de
mand is now met with a superb new
recording, which combines a soul-
searching performance by Serkin with
a stirring, rich-toned orchestral accom
paniment directed by Ormandy.
Oscar Levant Plays Popular Moderns
(album). Columbia Masterworks Set
M-560. Oscar Levant, piano. After
scoring a tremendous success with his
recording of Gershwin’s Rhapsody in
Blue, the popular pianist, author, actor,
and wit, Oscar Levant, returns with
an album of modern masterpieces for
the piano. This set includes: Fire
Dance from “El Amor Brujo” and
Miller’s Dance from “The Three-
Cornered Hat” by De Falla; Malaguena
by Lecuona; Francis Poulenc’s Pastou-
relle and Mouvements Perpetuels; De
bussy’s Golliwog’s Cake Walk, Maid
with the Flaxen Hair, and Clair de
Lune; and the Tango in D by Albeniz.
Most of the pieces are well-known; one
or two are not so familiar. But all are
made more appealing by Levant’s
scintillating playing.
before in the whole wide world! Then
it happened! My fingers fell into a
peculiar sort of groove and I turned to
see “B. S. loves M. J.” carved on my
“untouched discovery.” I believe that
was one of the biggest disappointments
of my life thus far.
Each of us can remember such in
stances in our childhood that makes it
sort of a colorful storybook to which
we can turn now and again.
And now, when I see kids, lost to
the world in thrilling make-believe or
simply watching the world because they
love it, so, I sometimes hai/e a home
sick feeling for myself, aged ten.
Do you?