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THE TWIG
May 9, 1947
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Member
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EDITORIAL STAFF
Margaret Moore Editor
Maxine Bissette Managing Editor
Barbara Shellsmith Associate Editor
Jean Bradley Associate Editor
Dortha Hennessee Associate Editor
Doris Lee Feature Editor
Christine Creech Photo Editor
Cindy Renner Columnist
Barbara Johnson - Music Editor
Betty Jean Johnson Sports Editor
Reporters—Ella Mae Shirley, LaVerne
Harris Mary Louise Milliken, Mary Lou
Dawkins, Doris Concha, Shirley Hurwitz,
Betty Moore, Emily Pool, Magdalene
Creech, Jane Lassiter.
Typists—Doris Concha, Margaret West
moreland, Becky Lynn, Elva Gresham.
business staff
Lillian Gaddy Business Manager
Jerry Miller Advertising Manager
I^arie Kinlaw Circulation Mlanager
Members of Business Staff—M a r i a n n a
Worth, Jane McDaniel, Marie Wilson.
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Thought for the day
“The only way to have a friend is to
be one.” Ralph Waldo Emerson.
“IVetospcfper of the Students
of Meredith College”
It is with a renewed spirit and de
termination to develop the Twig as a
good student paper that we, the staff
of ’47-’48, begin our work with this
issue. To Martha and the out-going
staff, we are indebted for the boost they
have given us as we undertake our new
responsibility. We feel a sense of pride
in having been chosen to replace a staff
who, within one year, has made re
markable progress toward making the
Twig an outstanding student paper.
Their realized goals of voicing truly the
opinion of various campus groups and
of developing real interest in the paper
itself are the foundations upon which
we base our policy for the coming year.
We, the Twig staff, are but a small
part—a very small part—of the Mere
dith student body. If the paper is to
live up to its slogan, “the Newspaper
of the Students of Meredith College,”
we demand the support of each of you—
support by interest or support by writ
ten contribution.
We wish to create through the paper
a real interest in student activity by
presenting appealing news and feature
stories and by the development of an
active Student Forum. Through the
Associated and Intercollegiate Press
bulletins and by exchange with other
college papers, we wish to expand our
interests to include the thoughts and
the actions of groups on other campuses.
There will be a special effort made by
the staff to maintain the high standards
set up by the Twig in the past—“To do
all within our power to be accurate in
our reports, fair in our judgments,
constructive in our criticism, and moti
vated by the highest and best interests
of the student body and the college as
a whole.”
We accept the responsibility given
us; you, too, as a Meredith student,
must feel a sense of personal responsi
bility in making the Twig your paper.
fore be founded if it is not to fail,
upon the intellectual and moral soli
darity of mankind.” For the purpose
of a truer and more perfect mutual
understanding among the peoples of the
world, UNESCO resolved to develop
and increase means of communications
between them.
In response to the efforts of this
organization has come from Albert
Arffmann and the International Com
mittee of Columbia University a plan
affording to the students of the world
an opportunity to realize the aims of
UNESCO. According to the plan, we,
the students of America, will accommo
date a group of foreign fellow-students,
who come to our country for the pur
pose of study. Rather than study of
the formal classroom type, their activi
ties will include observation of our
customs and institutions supplemented
by a series of forums of topics im
portant to an understanding of our
culture. This opportunity for young
men and women of varied cultures to
live together for several months with
the common purpose of coming to a
mutual understanding of the diverse
ways of life will surely go a long way
in binding nations together in har
monious cooperation.
If the plan is to be successful, we
must organize on a national scale those
students who are willing to undertake
the responsibility of being international
hosts and in turn to travel abroad to
study the culture of foreign lands.
There are untold difficulties in ven
turing forth upon such a plan, but with
the support, the right kind of spirit,
and stick-to-it-iveness of the colleges
and universities of America, the plan
may become a reality. In the words of
the author of the plan, “If we succeed
in our aims, our chapter in the World
Book of History would be of tremen
dous significance.” The plan has been
presented for consideration to students
all over the country; your replies are
awaited, for only when we become
internationally conscious enough to
back such a plan can there be hope
for its success.
Student Forum
In reply to numerous questions about
the policy of the Twig, concerning let
ters to the editor, we should like to
make clear at the beginning what that
policy shall be. Your letters are not
only accepted for consideration, but are
welcomed and urged. A general policy
of the Twig is “to voice truly student
opinion.” Only through your coopera
tion can this be possible.
There are unlimited topics of campus
concern which need intelligent and
thoughtful consideration by those who
are school-spirited enough to feel this
concern and to express their opinions
for publication. The Twig editor will
publish letters with or without names,
provided the author's identity is known
by the editor.
In the past, the letters to the editor
have been characterized largely by com
plaint. If you have a justifiable griev
ance, surely you have a logical and
reasonable plan for remedying the situa
tion. This, too, should be presented. If
you have an opinion, express it; if you
wish to criticize, make it constructive
criticism. The Twig awaits your letters.
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^^Totvards international
Consciousness^^
In November, 1946, a momentous
conference was held in London, at which
the constitution for the United Nations
Educational, Scientific, and Cultural
Organization (UNESCO) was written.
In the preamble to the constitution,
it was stated “the peace must there
While the Cats Are Away
Sixteen members of the Student
Government Council, who had no earlier
plans for April 27-28, went on an over
night trip to Crabtree Creek. The girls
left here in cars (imagine that!) and
arrived at Camp 3 about 3:30 p.m. As
soon as the blanket rolls were dropped
on the floor, all of us made a dash for
the pier to get in the sun (it was too
cold for swimming). On the way to
the pier our path led us through the
ball field, which we thought was empty.
When we got to the field we saw several
boys playing softball—They spoke, we
spoke, and (we saw their girls who
were lying around in the sun) then we
went on to the pier. After the shadows
had covered the pier and the sun wasn’t
doing anything for any of us, we de
cided we would ask the boys to let us
use half of the field (it was a large field
and they weren’t using all of it any
way . . .). Instead of that suggestion
being carried out, another took prece
dence. We would all play against the
boys (Eddie, Leo, Whitie, and Pete),
who—just to be fair—batted left handed
—and still beat us! We quit—quite
defeated—but ^till laughing at the
ScdutUuf, a Jleo(ie.n>
By EMILY POOL
Martha Hamrick
Tall, attractive, brownette Martha
Hamrick, 1946-47 Twig editor, has been
a valuable and versatile Meredith stu
dent. Her interest, willingness, and
ability have made her very active in
college affairs, especially those of the
Little Theater, choir. Kappa Nu Sigma
and the Twig. Her offices, in addition
to being editor of the Twig, have in
cluded Twig business manager and both
president and accompanist of the choir.
(By the way, while on the subject of
M.M., Martha’s music, it might be well
to mention that in addition to pianoing,
she also warbles a not too mean soprano
tonsil and chells around a bit with the
cello.)
When it comes to likes, Martha has
oodles of them, but she especially men
tions baseball, which she says she just
loves.
Also at the top of her “I like” list is
summertime because it brings hot
weather in which Martha thrives best
and also “loads of fun” trips to the
beach. But despite this feeling towards
summer, Martha says that one of the
things she enjoys most is school. She
hates to see it out! The thing she dis
likes most in people is insincerity, and
that she really dislikes.
In January Martha received her A.B.
degree with a major in public school
music, and this semester’s end brings
her a B.M. in piano.
Next fall the graduate school of music
of the University of Michigan in Ann
Arbor, Mich., will have among its stu
dents Martha Hamrick, Raleigh, N. C.,
working on her master’s degree in piano.
Good luck, Martha, and thanks for
being what you have been for the Twig
and Meredith!
beautiful run Helen (what direction
next? ) Wallis made.
Our supper, prepared by aspiring
cooks—or should I say housewives, con
sisted of hamburgers with all the es
sential trimmings. The next order of
the day—when our dishes (paper ones
thanks to some nice individual) were
disposed of was a “musical.” It’s
amazing what competition frogs can
give, their noise drowns out everything
else. Oh, well, we didn’t really want
to sing. After that session we played
games until we began to be tired and
somewhat sleepy. All the blanket rolls
seemed inviting and we headed for
them, but then began the “round robin”
of how girl met boy . . . very interesting
comments. . . . Finally long after light
bell (near 4 a.m. as best I recall)
things quieted down and from then
until 6:30 (rising bell rang early) we
had some much needed sleep. After
cooking our own breakfast, we dashed
all our equipment back into the trunks
of the cars and rushed back to Raleigh
and to Meredith! All of us had fun,
but here’s what we want to know:’
How much did the mice play while the
cats were away? Huh?
RASPBERRY IN THE
MORNING ...
My genuine Swiss alarm clock (alias
Baby Ben) lifted its little-white face
from my bed table (converted suitcase)
and released its daily morning rasp
berry.
I crawled from my feathered bed,
which all reminded me that the feath
ers were still dripping from the hole
in the seam, and I glanced into the
mirror. After scrubbing the reflecting
object with soap, water, and a kleenex,
a face began to materialize. It wasn’t
a beautiful face. In fact it bore a slight
resemblance to a face I once saw be
hind a “Don’t feed the animals.” Just
as I was about to thumb my nose at it,
I realized that it was Friday. Praise
the lord and pass the plasma. Bradley
told me there’d be days like this.
Immediately I threw myself into the
waste-paper basket after a piece of
paper to write my column on. I chewed
a blunt end on my lapiz ... si, si,
(Beatrix is awake) and tried desper
ately to escribir. (Bea, go back to sleep.)
For some odd reason I couldn’t think
of any “who’s who” or “who saw who
with what man in Wilmont Sunday
afternoon?” to write about, so I gave
up and went to breakfast.
After the grits and whatever goes
over it, I gulped down my Borden’s
“Hemo.” Man, now I’m living. I glanced
at the wall clock. It said twenty-five
minutes of nine.
“My, how time flies,” mutters this
poor cub. Snatching my books, a tat
tered copy of the Daily Mirror, and the
number three-feature comic book of
“Anardo, Phantom Ape of the Jungle”
(the trash), I make a bee-line for the
majestic portals of the Arts building.
Chile cancarne and hot tomales. My
first class is Spanish. Entering the class
(one, two, three, kick) I dash to my
seat, throw down my libro de Espanol
(whatever that is) and sit down.
“Hm,” I sigh, watching the other stu
dents busily doing last night’s home
work, “wonder why everyone is work
ing so hard? Are they turning over a
new leaf?” (Doctor Smaltz’s Cure-all
guaranteed to turn over new leaves.
Puts the turn in turnips. In fact. Dr.
Smaltz guarantees it will turn your
stomach.)
Glancing at the blackboard I see that
there is some strange language written
there.
“Manuel was very popular in a small
bar.” Er-r, restaurant.
Our little friend Arbo chirps up from
the back of the room that she cannot
see the words.
“And why not?” queries the teacher.
“They’re too close to the blackboard.”
At which someone runs and opens a
window.
Before anyone has a chance to look
up the first word in the back of the
book, the teacher hurries up to the
blackboard, peels off the words and
gently places them in an oxygen tent
that they may survive for the next
period class.
“Now, about last night’s homework,”
the teacher begins. “How far did you
get, Clementine?”
“She got as far as the sink. The
Castanet cut her hand,” dribbles sweet
Arbo from the last seat on the last row.
“That’s too bad,” comforts the teacher.
For tomorrow on page twenty do
sentences on to five-hundred . . . the
odd numbers.”
So, there it is, Margaret, my excuse.
(Listen in for the next installment and
find out if Margaret accepts the excuse.
Will Cindy loose her job so soon’ Will
the Twig go to ruin? )
Here I am with ten hours of Spanish
homework to do and a column to write.
It reminds me of a saying I used to say •
‘Good dependability in anything gives
you a spiritual lift, and it’s something
worthwhile living with. Man does not
live by corn bread alone.”
Before I get into the long dissertation
on culture (who mentioned anything
about roast pig?) let’s stop right here
Cindy.
An Indiana coed left a list with
roommate to avoid confusion s
claimed. It read like this:
If I get a call from:
Mort: I have a guest for t
week-end.
Bob: I’ve gone to Naptown.
Squeezy: Gone home. Don’t
expect to be back.
Richard. I m in the library Con
on over. '
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