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THE TWIG
May 10, 1946
Newspaper of Students, Meredith College
Member
Pbsocided Golle6iale Press
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, Barbara
Shellsmith, 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 Dons Moore.
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Thought for the day . . .
“He who cannot forgive others breaks
the bridge over which he must pass
himself, for we all need to be for
given.”—Lord Herbert.
“Tfie old order chanyeth
With this issue, the new “Twig” staff
begins its work. It is with a mixed emo
tion of hope and fear that we under
take our project for the coming year—
hope that this paper will continue to
grow as a worthy publication and fear
of our own limitations. We should like
to continue the policy of the retiring
staff in endeavoring to print news as it
is and to represent the students here at
Meredith. We hope to be fairminded
and unprejudiced. Thus we take up
our new duties, saluting those who have
just completed a successful year, and
looking ahead to newer goals.
Linhs in Learning and Life
With two more weeks of class work
to follow, we must be binding together
the frayed ends of our study. Concen
trated attention can alone produce a
review of a course before an examina
tion. It is not too early to begin definite
work on exam preparation, and our
thoughts should be based on a clear in
sight into the needs of the future. In
stead of dreading the last week, we
should face it with the knowledge that
we are completing another part of our
education for life. Each link in our
learning is important and should be
mastered well. Let us realize that these
examinations will soon be behind us and
their scores will be forgotten. But the
things we learned that will be valuable
in life will become important. Let us
meet the days, then, squarely, realizing
that today is our only preparation for
tomorrow.
teachers are here to guide us, it seems
paradoxical that we should view them
as an opposing force with which we
must struggle. Many of those on the
faculty are very personally interested
in us, our welfare, and our happiness.
Let us, then, review our attitude to
ward them and make still another
change. They are working with us, not
against us, for a better Meredith and a
better student body. Since we have re
ceived many new privileges, let us re
solve to use them wisely and work for
a true spirit of cooperation with the
faculty.
Letters to the Editor
Dear Editor:
Here it is—another week-end. Classes
are over until Monday morning. Per
haps we should stop working so we
can have the week-end free—free to
“take in” a little social life and forget
the trials and tribulations of books and
exams. What shall we do? We could
look in the newspaper for a good movie;
we could go bowling; we could go out
to dinner for an appetizing meal; or—
what else is there to do? Oh—we could
date in the Meredith parlors.
All of our social activities take place
off the campus, it seems, except the last
one mentioned. The opportunities for
interesting week-ends are very limited.
Is it impossible to have planned social
events on the campus every week-end
such as other colleges plan? It would
mean a great deal of work for some
body, but if the entertainment were ap
pealing and snappy, it seems to me it
would be worth the effort made on
somebody’s part.
The gym could be converted into
a bowling alley, or badminton nets
could easily be set up or ping-pong
tables could quickly be placed in the
corner. Then there’s the auditorium.
Most of us like to square dance, and
where could we find a better place? Co
operation is far from unknown when
the various classes sponsor a square
dance and have to “clean up” the audi
torium afterward. The hut—the one
building Meredith can point to with
pride—is never used for anything ex
cept monthly meetings or a reception
once in a while. It would be wonderful
if the hut could be open, not only on
week-ends, but all day every day with
up-to-date periodicals, games, cards, rec
ords and the restful chairs and atmos
phere. It would be somewhere to go and
relax between classes or somewhere to
take dates in the afternoon. And why
not date in the hut at night?
The two parlors and the alcoves are
crowded to capacity. Why not decorate
and use the social rooms on the first
floors of each dormitory for meeting the
dates, dating, and telling the dates good
night? I’m sure the girls would cooper
ate by keeping their shades pulled down.
We dream about the many things we
would like to see at Meredith. We even
go so far as to concoct an ideal school.
We do a great deal of criticizing and
talking about the many things we would
like to convert into more delightful (?)
pastimes. It seems that that’s about as
far as we get. Why not ask for and carry
out plans for entertaining week-ends at
Meredith? Lucye Norville.
Destroying Force Against
Force
Our student body is emerging now at
the end of this school year from a period
of change and unrest. We are beginning
to quiet down to classroom activities
once more. We have made many changes
lately at Meredith. The committees on
regulations have sought and won many
decisions. Perhaps some of this change
is good; time alone will tell whether
we are mature enough to evaluate the
new privileges rightfully. One disap
pointing aspect of the whole situation
was the apparent struggle between the
faculty and the students. When the
INVENTORY
Whan that Aprille with his shoures
sote bathed every veyne of perced May
in final droughte, he punched his time
card, of which vertu ye olde Zodiac
proudly noted the social security level
of every holt and heeth. Impressed war
he at the policies of the maidens at
Meredith College, better known to him
(State, ’06) as the Angel Farm. Amazed
war he at the number of insurers con
cerned with their social welfare. In
that seson on a day he did confront the
pins of Delta Sigma Phi, Sigma Chi,
Beta Theta Pi, Sigma Pi, Kappa Alpha,
Sigma Nu, Pi Kappa Phi, Pi Kappa
Alpha, and the “A” of the Army. He
saw diamonds ranging from carat to
carats on many an I’m-to-be-married-
soon finger. Compliments to the “Van
ishing Male” he thrust, and to them a
bit of goode knowledge left: “It takes
the wide-awake man to catch a dream
girl, yonge sonne.”
TABU
Smale fowles may maken no more
melodye among the flora of the campus
and the corner of the post office (both
famous in their own right). Now longen
folk to goon on pilgramages, and dates
for to seken straunge strondes. . . .
SPECTACLE
When Zephirus eek with his swete
breeth and the sun did shine with a new
violence, inspired war the angels fair to
bronze themselves and to blonde their
hair. In technique goode are they
skilled. One puts a blanket on the porch
between the dorms and loudly aclaims
(by means of an 8" by 12" sign) “This
place is mine.” Then slepen they al the
night with open ye, to be certain that
no sly friend devyse owned space or
that the rain doesn’t drench one’s
Mother’s best Chatham. Alarm clocks
make sure the maidens erly do rise, to
take their place and wait till heat from
whyte to rede to bronze them turne.
Me thinketh it not acordaunt to resoun
in what array that they a are inne—
humanimals, clad in dresse as when this
lyfe they first bigan. To liven in this
delyt is ever the thought of complex-
iouns whyte.
Making Music
Rachmaninoff: The Isle Of The Dead,
Op. 29. Minneapolis Symphony Or
chestra, Dimitri Mitropoulos, Conduc
tor. North of the Bay of Naples there is
a little island which has been dedicated
to the dead. Here burial places have
been hollowed out and here the dead
may sleep, the quiet broken only by the
calls of birds and the lapping of the
water against the shore. Choosing night
fall for the time, Arnold Bbcklin, the
artist, created an eloquent painting of
this scene, full of the stillness and
mystery of this strange place. Sergei
Rachmaninoff, the great Russian pianist
and composer, found in this mystic pic
ture the inspiration for a great tone
poem, The Isle of the Dead. Dimitri
Mitropoulos and the Minneapolis Sym
phony Orchestra have unfolded all of
the deep emotion and insight of this
score in a truly wonderful performance
which has been faithfully recorded.
Piano Music of Liszt: Gyorgy Sandor,
piano. Gyorgy Sandor, the brilliant
Hungarian—American pianist, made his
Columbia Masterworks debut in April.
For his first Masterworks set Mr. San
dor plays a program of Liszt, at whose
music he excels. In addition to being
the greatest pianist of his age, Liszt
wrote a wealth of music, much of it for
the piano. Unfortunately many of his
scores are so difficult, few pianists are
able to, cope with them satisfactorily.
Mr. Sandor, an acknowledged master of
Liszt’s music, plays Sonata Quasi Fan
tasia, Concert Etude No. 2 in F Minor,
Funerailles, Liebestraum No. 3, and
Hungarian Rhapsody No. 15. Surmount
ing the technical obstacles with ease,
It Could Happen Here!
Prof: “What made you late to class
this morning?”
Frosh: “There are eight of us in the
room and the alarm was only set for
seven.”
“I guess I’ve lost another pupil,” said
the professor, as his glass eye rolled
down the kitchen sink.
The Colonade.
Willie, in a fit insane.
Thrust his head beneath a train.
All were quite surprised to find
How it broadened Willie’s mind.
N The Dairy Tar Heel.
A bachelor is a guy who didn’t have a
car when he was young. Pelican.
Newton’s thirty-third law: The dim
mer the porch light, the greater the
scandal power. The Technique.
An Indian named Shortcake died.
That evening his friends came to bury
him but his squaw objected. She said,
“Squaw bury Shortcake.”
The Daily Tar-Heel.
Gyorgy Sandor brings out all of the
inner feeling and poetic beauty of the
music. Here is an album for every col
lector of piano music and every student
of the instrument.
WHAT DO YOU THINK . . .
QUESTIONNAIRE
WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT WAKE FOREST COLLEGE
MOVING TO WINSTON-SALEM?
A Glimpse Into the Future
Ah!! What is this I see?? Ze crystal
ball show a vision—ze place, Meredith
—ze time, September, 1946—ze people,
many strange faces.
If you’ll hover over a crystal ball or
try your luck at cards, though our
vision’s a little hazy, we can, perhaps,
catch a glimpse of the year ahead. On
the formal opening of school, when
those Seniors appear in their caps and
gowns, you’d think from their dignity
and suppressed glee they were receiving
diplomas instead of ushering in a new
year. This is the year they’ve been
waiting and working for, for three
years. The Big Three, Helen Wallis,
Virginia Highfill, and Jean Griffeth have
matters running with the greatest of
efficiency with each organization work
ing for the benefit of the students, fac
ulty, and school. It’s a big year for the
Juniors, too. They’re Big Sisters now,
you know. The Sophomores, too, are do
ing their bit in helping the new students
get acquainted with Meredith. Speak
ing of new students, there are more
from out of the state than ever before.
You see, many of the North Carolina
schools added a twelfth grade, which
meant no high school seniors in many
of the schools. So, those strange faces
Dorothy McWilliams
Norfolk, Va.
Jean Griffith
Lexington, N. C.
Idalia Oglesby
Hamilton, N. C.
Edith Stephenson
Pendleton, N. C.
Ruth Summerlin
Chalybeate Spgs, N. C
Mitchell Lee
Varina, N. C.
Jean Brothers ,
Elizabeth City, N. C.
Fay Baker
Raeford, N. C.
Geraldine Brown
Winston-Salem, N. C.
Ruth Weathers
Raleigh, N. C.
“It might be bad for Meredith girls. No men—no dates”!!!
“I think it’s a wonderful idea.”
“I think it is a wonderful opportunity for Wake Forest.”
“I don’t think much of the idea because I think that Wake
Forest will lose the spirit it now has if it becomes a larger
school. (I have other reasons, too!!)”
“I think it is a good opportunity for Wake Forest but a
. great inconvenience for the Meredith girls.”
“I think that there should be a great deal of consideration
and thought given before any move is made. I think it
should be weighed from every angle. Men with deep vis
ions should be the ones to make the decision.”
“I’d move all the way to California for that much money.”
“I hate to see them leave, but they can’t afford to lose all
of that money”!!
“Sounds good to me, because I’m from Winston. It won’t
be so bad if we have a few more boys in Winston-Salem.”
“The corner in front of my house each night would be
dead without the noise of the boys hitch hiking their wavs
back to Wake Forest.”
in the crystal ball were from North,
South, East, and West—far and near.
The official calendar in Miss Baker’s
office is so crowded that the vision in
the crystal ball is too blurred to read.
One last thing, though, is quite dis
tinct—Meredith students are striving
harder to promote school spirit, to keep
the honor system, and to deepen their
spiritual lives.