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THE TWIG
April 25, 1947
Member
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EDITORIAL STAFF
Martha Hamrick Editor
Barbara Shellsmith Managing Editor
Stella Lassiter Associate Editor
Ruth Hall Associate Editor ■
Mary Louise Milliken Associate Editor
Frances Alexander Feature Editor
Emily Hine Photo Editor
Jean Bradley Columnist
Christine Creech Music Editor
Bette Linney Sports Editor
Reporters—Ruth Miller, Edith Fleming,
Stella Austin, Jerry Winfree, Mabel
Baldwin, Ella Mae Shirley, Maxine Bis-
sett, Mary Lou Dawkins, La Verne Harris,
Dortha Hennessee.
Typists—Jerry Miller, Elizabeth Taylor,
Lillian Swinson, Elva Gresham, Doris
Concha.
BUSINESS STAFF
Margaret Moore Business Manager
Margaret Wilson Advertising Manager
Christine and Adene Mitchem
Co-Circulation Managers
Members of Business Staff—Edith Camp,
Anne Boykin, Rebecca Yelverton.
see our instructors as athletes as well
as scholars. Too often, we are prone to
think that they spend their time pre
paring quizzes and grading papers.
During playday performances, we can
change our minds. Indeed, it was fun
to watch the faculty softball team,
whether we were defeated or not. And
it was interesting to see a student match
abilities with a teacher on the tennis
court. Even the informal picnic supper
Wednesday was a delightful affair. Let
us hope that this important event will
continue to be a part of the school
calendar.
Turn Over, Mabel Dear ^^Cindy”
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Thouffht for the day
But the wisdom that is from above is
first pure, then peaceable, gently, and
easy to be intreated, full of mercy and
good fruits, without partiality, and with
out hypocrisy. James 3; 18.
‘‘TIte Old Order Chanyeth^^
This year’s Twig staff completes its
work with this issue. The two issues to
appear in May will be produced by the
newly-elected staff. It seems like only
a short time since that last May when
we began our work filled with fear and
trembling, yet endued with a great
many hopes and ambitions. As the year
slowly passed, we saw many of our
hopes fulfilled, but also the year brought
us failure in other plans. Originally, we
set forth two main objectives. The first
was to voice truly student opinion. We
had hoped to express the ideas of va
rious groups on the campus. Our second
objective was to develop an interest in
the paper by making the paper itself
interestng. We decided that news, even
important news, is not ever very newsy
if it is dull reading. Still, the year has
passed, and as we lay down our pencils
and close our typewriters, we feel a deep
regret that the year is over. Now that
we have had a whole year’s experience,
we believe that we could begin to im
prove our paper and develop that inter
est that we so earnestly sought during
our work.
However, we feel quite satisfied in
turning our work over to Margaret
Moore and her staff. The new editor has
a wealth of enthusiasm and new ideas.
Her sincere interest is fortunately ac
companied by accuracy and executive
ability. Heading up the business staff
this year, she has given many of us a
foresight into her possibilities for the
future. The paper has been successful
financially. The March report showed
that the Twig has in the bank approxi
mately $600.00. In addition to this ac
count, we hold in reserve a savings
bond. So we predict that smooth sailing
will be in store for the new editor.
Our work is done; we hand it on to
another staff for another year and wish
for them even more luck and more fun
than we have had.
A Worthwhile Playday
One of the happiest occasions on the
spring calendar at Meredith is the an
nual faculty-student playday. It is an
afternoon that is full of fun as well as
free from classes. The enjoyment,
though, is only a small part of the
worthwhileness of the day. Playday
gives students an opportunity to estab
lish a better relationship with their
teachers. It gives all of us a chance to
ask a teacher a question without raising
a hand. And it means, too, that we can
I Letter to the Editor I
Ill iiiminitmmiiiii^
Dear Editor:
Let me say, in reply to another letter
in this same column, several issues ago,
that letters do not have to be signed if
they’re printed. It all depends on the
policy of the paper and the editor in
volved. The author of that other letter
already referred to, said that she be
lieved it only cowardly for anyone to
sign a letter by any unidentifying
name. To cite an example of a creditable
newspaper that does print letters with
out names, I should like to refer her to
the New York Times. This paper prints
a letter with an anonymous name if the
editor knows himself who wrote the let
ter. Any paper should welcome worth
while contributions from sincere writ
ers. And I do not consider anyone a
“coward who lacks backbone” to refuse
to sign her name. Nothing would please
me more than to see some real debates
on real subjects discussed in this col
umn each issue. Do you, editor, always
know who writes you letters?
Sincerely,
Anonymous, despite jeers from
others.
Editor’s Reply:
Yes, always. In fact, the writer always
discusses her issue with me. I, too,
should like to see this column revital
ized, whether the columnists wish to
sign their names or not. Of course, the
incoming editor will form her own pol
icy concerning the letters in this col
umn. However, it seems to me that if a
letter contains anything worth printing
and worth reading, the writer’s wishes
-could be granted.
DAY STUDENT DOPE
By JERRY WINFREE
Someone once said there is no past
or future, only the present. But I often
wonder. . . . Before the Junior-Senior
everyone was making big plans for
the awaited week-end — talking about
the new dress they would wear or the
man they had asked to come. Now that
the event has passed, the conversations
are still of the Junior-Senior and about
dresses and men, but not of one’s own
dress or date. It is of Jane’s date or Sue’s
dress. Yes, the joys of women are in the
past, present, and future.
There were some who had several
events to attend Saturday, 19th. For
instance^ Denny Burchard and Hurbie
went to the Engineer’s Ball as well as
the Junior-Senior.
Love vs. Knowledge
The library has proved a profitable
place for more than obtaining book
knowledge. Marguerite George finds it is
a place for meeting young men and get
ting a ride home. Love finds a way.
Have you heard that Doris H.’s steady
has moved to Cary? The power of some
women.
Lillian Swinson has changed horses
in the middle of the stream—from State
to Wake Forest. We wonder why.
Among our Day Students we have a
champion. Mary Riddle, a bowling
champion, is to participate in the Na
tional Duck Pin Bowling Tournament
in Washington, D. C., soon. Good luck,
Mary.
Ernestine Clark, Gladys Green, Ma
rie Wilson, and yours truly are among
the group of girls taking Senior Life
Saving at St. Mary’s. The comment of
most girls is that it’s rough.
We hear that Jerry Burgess Mangum
has been cooking meals every day for
her newly-acquired husband.
Anna Hungerford plans to attend
summer school at Meredith the first
quarter and Carolina the second quar
ter. We wonder since when Anna has
been so interested in her studies.
Then there is the problem of job hunt-
ing. Girls are putting in their applica
tions for positions all over the State.
Ernestine Clark has been giving flow
er demonstrations lately. What does
Ernestine know about flowers is the big
question of the week.
Wait a minute—don’t stop reading
yet. This isn’t going to be an article
about “Mabel, Mabel, sweet and able.”
It’s all about bathing beauties—sun
bathers. You didn’t know the season was
here? Well, best you remember. You
know what sun bathing is, n’est-ce-pas?
That’s right. It’s the art of absorbing
the rays from the sun in small amounts
to produce the desired shade of tan on
the epidermis. Believe me, it is an art,
for underexposure nets no result, while
too much sunlight leads one to suspect a
kinship with the lobster—a boiled one.
Sun bathing in North Carolina has a
limited season (but for Beard’s benefit
it’s unlimited in Florida) from approxi
mately the last of March through the
month of September. Where do we go to
take sun baths? Well, it depends on
where you are — besides that, your
allowance or salary might affect the
“where.” But if you’re one of the lucky
girls who go to Meredith College, worry
no more, my dear—your “where” is
solved! You go up to third floor and hope
or rather fight—in a lady-like manner—
for enough space to plant your carcass.
The sun bathers fall into three cate
gories—blondes, brunettes, and red
heads. They usually wear shorts and
halters or bathing suits, which fit beauti
fully and cover the subject neatly. For
equipment—these bathing beauties use
several towels or a quilt to lie on and
a bottle of oil—usually olive oil or baby
oil—to speed the process. And to keep
you from thinking there’s no work go
ing on here, I must tell you what you’d
see if you went up to third floor. You’d
see some studying going on; then you’d
see the bridge sharks and the loafers
(that’s for me!). So then you lie there
until some friend of yours reminds you
that it never pays to be one-sided—
no indeed! not in this age ... so Turn
Over, Mabel!!
Freshman Frolics
By KATHLEEN FAULCONER
Most every class member played a
big part in the Junior-Senior Saturday
night and did a mighty nice job of help
ing their big sisters give the affair.
About thirty girls, after some persistent
recruiting by Betsy Ann Morgan, wait
ed on tables. Freshman beauties, Shirley
Parker, Dot Childress, Doris Concha,
Bunny Harris, and Emily Stacy, donned
Meican garb to “mill” and add to the
“atmosphere.” The evening’s entertain
ment was handled by Mary Lee Rankin,
who directed the laughable “South of
the Border” takeoff on Samuelo
Beardo’s Mexican Moonglow. Emily
Pool played “the character” and per
formed on the violin (?) as well. Cindy
Renner, Marilyn Whittaker, and this re
porter were the “three hot tamales, who
had come to say—.” Mexico City’s ver
sion of “The Honeymoon She is Over”
was cast with Marguerite Leatherman
as Blanchita and Lib Holdford as Juan.
Pat Phillips accompanied the show on
the piano, and Frances Lee Meadows
did commercials. Betty Moore was re
sponsible for what scenery there was.
Our drama - enthusiasts Sally Lou
Taylor and Chris Williamson have won
roles in the Spring production of the
campus Little Theater.
* * *
Crooking season has found very few
class members participating, although
Shirley Parker, Lou Dobbins, Mary Lee
Rankin, and Pat Phillips have been the
most loyal to the cause. These four got
into a predicament one night hunting for
the second clue, however. They got back
after the gates to the dorm had been
closed and had to go hunt up Mr. Ed
wards to let them in. None of that stuff
for Lou, ya’ betcha. She calmly climbed
up the lattice of the porch and was all
tucked away by 12:15 when the other
gals got the gates open!
* *
Frosh performers in the recent stu
dent recital included Joyce Bandy, Pat
Phillips, and Joyce Kennedy.
It is five-thirty and it is Saturday
morning. Saturday. Any every-other-
Saturday from September to April.
Your roommate is sleeping soundly. You
can hear her. Five hundred other little
girls are sleeping soundly. You wish
you were. You yawn and give the faith
ful typewriter a desperate biff. You say
this is one hulluva life. Cold, rainy,
windy, or warm. Always early.
It is then five-forty and you think that
you had better get to work because
your candle burned down at one-thirty
last night and you didn’t get very much
done. Of course the column was due
Friday. What will Martha say. But you
weren’t in the mood. You couldn’t find
anything to write about and what you
found to write about you couldn’t print.
Who wants to get a friend or two
shipped.
The typewriter is getting heavy. You
shift it to the left knee and push the
pillows up behind you. qwertyui op.
A typewriter, second row. How inspir-
ing- , . ,
You think about your triumph m the
last issue. You asked them. They
wouldn’t tell you. You wrote about it
then. They won’t speak to you now. You
decide to turn intellectual and write
book reviews.
You look at the sun. It’s coming up.
It’s climbing over Raleigh. You get up,
too. To brush your teeth. It isn’t fair.
Not having coffee.
You look at your roommate and she
is so comfortable that you want to swift
kick her for being that way. You are
suddenly ashamed. She can’t help it.
You repent. And almost pray. But you
don’t because you remember that the
Lord doesn’t advocate one’s tending to
other people’s business. But this is busi
ness. That’s why you got up so early.
There is a gossipy column and you have
to write it.
Dear Cindy:
This is only the getting started. This
isn’t the writing. The spying or the pen
cil-gnawing. The fast, the sudden in
spiration killed by a frowning blue pen
cil. This is the start. The late drive.
Don’t look for it. It has fun finding
you.
Saturday-after-this I shall promptly
smile at five-thirty a.m. and know that
somewhere across the court “Cindy” is
hunting and pecking on the old type
writer. I shall enjoy sleeping twice so
very much as ever.
Advice. Audit all your courses next
year. No time for books and tests. Stay
out of the sight of the English depart
ment. They like punctuation. Stay be
yond the grasp of the dean’s office. You
like them to like you. Keep the column
as charming as “Cindy” is.
It’s yours. I give it to you. The fun, the
fuss, the fight of it.
From
Bradley.
A grumpy old cynic in church said
when the collection plate was passed to
him, “Not a cent. I do not believe in mis
sions.”
“Then,” replied the alert usher,
“won’t you take something out? This
collection is intended for the heathen.”
—Ex.
* * *
It was a blustery winter day when a
man wearing a new wig came along.
Both hat and wig promptly blew off into
the street and a boy somewhat dumb
founded, picked them up and handed
them to their owner.
“Thanks, my boy,” said the man.
“You’re the first genuine hair restorer
I’ve ever seen.”—Clipped.
* * ^
Baptist (to Methodist): “I do not like
your church government. It has too
much machinery about it.”
Methodist: “Yes, but then you see, it
doesn’t take near so much water to run
it.”
* * *
“Who’s calling?” was the answer to
the telephone.
“Watt.”
“What is your name, please?”
“That’s what I told you. Watt’s mv
name.”
A long pause, and then, from Watt “Is
this James Brown?”
“No, this is Knott?”
“Please tell me your name ”
“Will Knott.”
Whereupon they both hung un
dipped.
* * «
Wife (reading from a pamphlet) • “A
large percentage of accidents occur in
the kitchen.”
Husband. Yes, and what’s worse we
men have to eat them and pretend we
enjoy them.—Copied.