December 12, 1947
THE TWIG
Knitting Season Opens...
By DORIS LEE
The girls are at it again! The
yearly knitting siege is well un
derway at Meredith. This fact
makes needle and yarn salesmen
rub their hands in glee and pro
fessors pull their hair in despair.
Mere books and term papers
can’t compete when there is knit
ting to be done.
This year argyle socks seem
to be tops in the busy needle so
ciety. Lib Taylor is an expert on
knitting argyles, which she says
are very simple to make; but the
process looks much too compli
cated with all those different col
ored bobbins of yarn to get tan
gled up. Mollie Fearing is busy
with another pair of socks—this
time, blue ones. How she can
knit in class and still make A’s
is hard to understand. Another
knitting woman is Mary Beth
Thomas, who is now making a
yellow sweater.
It seems that knitting is a
very complicated affair and any
girl who can classify as an ex
pert is regarded as a second
mother by the beginners, who
are on their first socks or mit
tens. A dropped stitch is a knit
ter’s nightmare, and to get one
back on the needle involves an
oversupply of patience and a cro
chet hook.
Why is there so much knitting
on the Meredith campus? Does
it satisfy a creative urge or just
a desire for new clothes? Some
girls are ambitious enough to
make Christmas presents of
socks, mittens, scarves, or sweat
ers. Others say that it gives them
something to do with their
hands; but if that is the case, it
would be an even better idea if
the boys took up knitting, too.
Whatever the reason, Meredith
students still continue to knit
and gather in groups to discuss
their work, like proud mothers
exclaiming over their children.
Page Five
Uoda^ i 3aAltion ^^een
A Reporter’s Report
On Santa Claus
Mr. Santa Claus came to our
fair city of Raleigh Wednesday’
afternoon. The merry old gentle
man arrived this year by heli
copter. It seems that he is get
ting modern on us, coming by
air all at once. I had a rather
difficult time even getting an ap
pointment to see him. He had
numerous dates to keep with our
governor and various members
of his party, so we of the press
with our notebooks and pencils
began to get worried.
There was an enormous crowd
waiting out at Devereaux MeaT
dow for the first glimpse of the
helicopter. It was rumored that
he might possibly have come
with eight reindeer (two have
gotten too old to travel much
more, but he is getting a new
herd in training), but somehow
or other he left them down in
South Carolina with a farmer
and got in the helicopter to come
to Raleigh.
As soon as he landed, all re
porters rushed up with flash
bulbs clicking; this landing was
one of the most important news
events in Raleigh in a long time.
With my elbows sharpened, I
wedged toward a wisp of red and
white cap bobbing above the sea
of heads, and finally reached Mr.
Claus. Pulling on his jacket with
a decisive jerk, I succeeded only
in starting a rip in his white fur
ry trim. Everybody, including
me, got pushed toward the big,
long limousine. Just before get
ting into the car, Santa turned
around and said, “Hello, every
body,” followed by my feeble,
“Hi, Santa.”
From the landing site, he mo
tored uptown where he boarded
his shiny sparkly float. Again, I
was determined, eager to ask
him some important question.
(Questions that are dear to the
hearts of all Meredith girls—
well practically all — and re
quests to make too.) This time,
however, I had just placed my
foot on the float, preparatory to
GLADYS GREENE
In the brisk coolness of late fall, Gladys Greene radiates beauty and
charm against a pale sky. In contrast to the fading amber and dark reds
of autumn, the cocoa brown of her English riding pants with kelly green
waistcoat from a picture of vividness and vitality. With the outfit she
wears a soft white blouse with high pointed collar and luggage brown
boots. A shepherd checked jacket in rich browns, greens, and whites
completes the habit. “Old Town Girl” from the Meredith stables ap
proves, as you can see. (“Old Town Girl” is a blooded mare belonging
to Zeno Martin, college bursar.)
LITTLE BROWN LADY WALKS AGAIN
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Have you ever crossed the de- of those
serted court on some dark night
and had the sensation that a
weird something was standing
behind the bushes that surround
the fountain? Have you ever
heard a strange tapping or sing
ing when you thought yourself
alone in the classroom building
studying? Or perhaps you’ve
even seen a brown figure slip
ping from hedge to hedge or glid
ing across the court in the shad
ows when you knew perfectly
well there was no one there. If
you have, then you may be one
of the few to have seen “The Lit
tle Brown Lady,” Meredith’s
legendary ghost.
Those who have seen the ghost
give different accounts of her
appearance. Some picture her
as a fairy-like object in a long
brown shawl floating rather than
walking. Others say that she is
bent, dressed in brown with a
brown fringed shawl over her
head, and carries a walking stick
that taps as she walks. One per
son maintained that the ghost
was once seen sitting on the
porch of Dr. Brewer’s home
swaying and singing something
like “After the Ball.” The brown
lady has been known to talk,
but those who have heard her
can never remember what she
says, only that her voice is bird
like. According to the reports
getting upon it, when all at once
I found myself lying stretched
out, eyes streetward. This frus
trating process went on all after
noon, up one street and down the
other (my pumps were howling
for new soles), I would just
catch up with the parade just as
it was going around the other
corner. At about five forty-five
p.m., I was sure I had him; now
he was mine — the parade was
over, the crowd was going, the
notaries were parting company.
But, all at once, out of the clear
sky, right down came a sleigh,
complete with reindeer — picked
Santa up and whisked him right
off. Now we will just have to
wait ’til Christmas Eve to ask
the vital question: Is an engage
ment ring practical? M. L. M.
who have seen her,
there is nothing in the appear
ance of “The Little Brown
Lady” to create terror, yet
many Meredith girls have been
terror-stricken by the appari
tion.
Why does the ghost haunt
Meredith? There are many ex
planations, but the one which
seems to be generally accepted
is this. According to tradition,
the East Building of Old Mere
dith was once the fashionable
home of an extremely happy
family. There were four chil
dren in the family—three girls
and one boy. The two older
girls, one noted for her beauty
and the other for her industry,
lived proper lives, and married
at the proper time the proper
men. The youngest daughter
was a happy, fun loving girl, al
ways dancing and teasing her
older brother, who was very
stern with her though he loved
her a great deal. Because she
was not so pretty as her sisters,
the youngest’s chances for mar
riage were considered slim, a
fact which bothered her not at
all until one day when she met
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TWAS THE
NIGHT BEFORE
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’Twas the night before Christ
mas holidays and all through the
dorms, not an angel was sleep
ing, and it wasn’t because the
hall proctors were away, either
Each year at Meredith, the last
night before the Christmas holi
days, students burn the midnight
oil, not because we want to pe
ruse Plato or Aristotle, but just
because we want to have fun.
We have parties on each hall
that last into the wee hours; we
visit; big sisters and little sisters
have a long talk—the nicest one
since the night before Decision
Day; and everyone forgets books.
(Or is that unusual?)
The festivities officially begin
in the dining hall with a formal
Christmas dinner. Santa Claus
comes with his pack loaded.
After dinner parties are given by
organizations and groups of girls
—parties, parties, parties. And
on they go. Just ask anybody.
It won’t do any good to plan to
study, because, take it from a
veteran at these things, it will
be impossible. This year we will
probably go carolling at 10:30
p.m., and then — well, I guess
it’s up to you.
Of course, we have classes
next day, but what difference
do classes make — until after
Christmas anyway? Have fun!
Mag.
Meredith Cash
Plans Exhibit
Little Theater
To Sponsor Play
By Barter Group
Mark Monday night, April 5,
1948, on your calendar, now as
the date to see “The Barretts of
Wimpole Street.” The Barter
Theater of Virginia will return
to the Meredith campus on that
night for a second production
here during this school year. The
performance will be sponsored
by the Meredith Little Theater.
STATE
Starts Sunday, December 14
For 4 Big Days
"LONG NIGHT"
HENRY FONDA
with
ANDY DVORAK
The Senior Art Exhibit of
Meredith Cash will open on
January 9 and will be on dis
play through January 19. In
cluded in the exhibit will be
sculpture and paintings in tem
pera and oil. Meredith has stud
ied under Miss Kay Erwin, John
Rembert, Clayton Charles, and
Douglas Reynolds. She has pre
viously exhibited her work at
Person Hall in Chapel Hill, at
Greenville, at the State Art Gal
lery, and at the State Fair. Mere
dith will graduate at the end of
this semester.
James E. Thiem
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