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THE TWIG
October 9, 1948
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Doris Lee Associate Editor
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Nancy Walker Alumnae Editor
Katherine Lewis Music Editor
Sue Page Sports Editor
Frances Smith Photo Editor
Shirley Bone Exchange Editor
Sally Lou Taylor. Make-Up-Editor
Donna Walston Columnist
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Thought for the Day
Take thou our minds, dear Lord, we
humbly pray.
Give us the mind of Christ each passing
day;
Teach us to know the truth that sets us
free;
Grant us in all our thoughts to honor
thee.
The College Spirit
Along with the other student organ
izations, this paper joins in extending
to the new students a hearty welcome.
We are happy that you have chosen
Meredith as your new home, and will
do everything possible to make your
stay here a pleasant one, and to prove
to you that Meredth has all the good
things you’ve heard about—and more
besides.
In sipte of its wholesome spiritual,
cultural, and social atmosphere, some
thing is still lacking here. This missing
link is the interest and cooperation
which you must contribute to campus
activities in order to benefit the college
as well as yourself. You must not be
content to lead a passive, inactive
life here. You will find that those
who are happiest are the girls who
have fallen into the spirit of Meredith.
The girl who finds joy in every class
and who refuses to make a drudge of
assigned work is the one who receives
the greatest reward. That reward man
ifests itself in a habit or refiex which
teaches her how to enjoy the common,
ordinary things in life. When college
days end, and history collateral and
English themes are a thing of the past,
this habit of enjoying and getting the
most out of life will still be with her.
In addition to helping yourself, you
have the opportunity of helping con
ditions around Meredith as a whole. The
more girls who link themselves to the
activities, the interest and aims of col
lege life, the more real—the more vital
these things will become to all of us this
year.
By Ella Adams
The closing of school last June proved
more than just the start of another sum
mer vacation for Dr. Mary Lynch John
son of our Meredith English Department
and Miss lone Knight, former secretary
to the Dean of Women here; for on June
4 they set sail on the cargo boat, New
foundland, headed for the isle of Eng
land. Emergency rationing coupons,
especially provided for tourists, were
given to them on their arrival in Eng
land. These coupons allowed them to
purchase almost anything available, de
spite a scarcity of soap, towels, and
wrapping paper. On their first night in
England they spent the night in Knuts-
ford of Mrs. Gaskell’s Cranford. While
in London they attended, among others,
performances of “As You Like It,” and
“The Rivals” in modern dress. In Edin
burgh they saw Lawrence Olivier’s
“Hamlet”, and attended a music and
drama festival. After four weeks in
England, they left for Scotland.
In Scotland, where they retraced the
journeys of William and Dorothy
Wordsworth, Dr. Johnson says that they
saw many more small villages than in
England. They were charmed with the
rustic simplicity of these small High
land towns and pleased to find the food
even better in Scotland than in England.
After six weeks there, they took the
Newfoundland again, bound for home.
A slight skirmish with a hurricane
proved of momentary excitement. They
reached home on September 9.
RUSH WEEK UA]\GOVER
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Baggy eyes and broken backs
And all degrees of pain;
Untouched lessons by the stacks.
As Rush Week’s gone again.
So sing we praises by the score
And settle down to rest;
No more Rushing door to door
To make ourselves a pest.
Decision Day was all great fun
And thrilling as could be;
The Phis beat the Astros
But fatigue has beaten me!
Finally, let it be known that this is
your paper—the newspaper of the stu
dents of Meredith College. It is our pri
vilege to present it to you twice monthly.
The great mass of work such as report
ing, typing, proof-reading, and the
thousand-and-one other little jobs, we
do because we like to, and because we
want to serve you. Let us know you read
The Twig, at least. Our greatest satis
faction this year will come in knowing
of the interest you take in this paper,
and in the manner in which you show
that interest by your comments, let
ters to the editor, features, and general
campus discussipns.
D. S. Capers
By Synonomous With Mud
Faster than a speeding snail; more
powerful than a jellyfish; able to leap
small ditches at a single bound . . .
Look! Out on the road . . . it’s a cow, it’s
a horse . . . No, it’s Bettie Love Raines.
That gal has gone and bought a new
Indian motorcycle with trimmings. She
rides the thing side-saddle so she’ll look
like a Meredith girl!
Add to the list of crazy people all the
girls who are taking algebra this year;
five to be exact. They are responsible
for the agonized groans you hear on
second flo’ Johnson Hall.
Dear - One - Without - Name, the next
time you snitch my Math book over
night I shall get revenge . . .
Thar’s - Something - Strange - Goin’ -
On - Hyar - Dept: Why does Lillian
Gaddy run the other way when I tell
her there’s a man waiting for her? And
by the way, Lilian, whose DeSota con
vertible is that? Could the initials be
C. S. W.? . . . What does Roxie Valias
carry around in that suitcase? Call-
down cards?
How can Barbara Todd entertain so
many rivals in the same bridge game?
Who is that new steady Marie Taylor
dates every weekend . . . how do Nita
Ballenger and Mims have so much fun
when they double-date . . . after months
and months Marie Wilson and Anne
Tongue are dating the same two cars . . .
Who is Anne Marie Morton’s “Some
body”?
Well, that’s the three-oh mark for
now. P. S., thanx to my Girl Friday,
Gwen Woodard.
Exchange
By Shirley Bone
From THE ALABAMIAN comes
some good advice for freshmen handed
down by the seniors, juniors, and sopho
mores.
1 Have a good time but study along
with it.
2 Make friends and be friends.
3 Study.
4 Don’t miss anything because it’s
all good.
5 Classes are what you make them.
If you don’t like them, it’s your own
fault.
6 Keep an equal balance between
your social and academic work.
7 No matter how frequently the
knocks come, be determined to keep
your chin high and try again.
8 Above all, don’t get discouraged
your freshman year.
9 Bring a raincoat.
Perhaps the freshman music students
will appreciate this pun from The Pilot:
Miss Miller: Now remember, Audrey,
be careful crossing the street, because
if you don’t B sharp you may B flat.
222 and 223 Faircloth
By Beverly Batchelor
According to the members of one of
the most distinguished suites on
campus, 223 and 224 Faircloth, going to
school is a cinch after a grueling sum
mer. “Since September 13,” they ex
plained to us, “we have been resting
up from vacation,” and after a few
moments of conversation, we were in
clined to think that they need it.
Magdalene Creech, better known as
“Mag”, who spent three hot months
this summer slaving in the office of the
clerk of court, was elated over return
ing to school “with nothing to do but
take a few English courses (Literary
Criticism, among other things), edit the
Oak Leaves, and date Fuller,” she told
us, “I can take life easy for awhile.”
Barbara Swanson, or “Bobby” be
sides fulfilling her duties as Student
Government President, is studying
child welfare, and finds it a lot simpler
than her summer task of counselling
five seven-year-old children. Bobby
says that she enjoyed her job as coun
selor in a girl’s camp very much; how
ever, no men, many little girls, much
work, and early hours, is a combination
that would get even our sturdy Bobby
down. It did!
Virginia (or “Puny”), the third
member of the suite, tried domestic life
this summer. She cooked, sewed,
washed windows, scrubbed floors, and
so on. We agree with “Puny” that just
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Well, since the lines have finally
dwindled, the dizziness of Rush Week is
wearing off, all pockets are empty from
buying books, and the rains have come,
everyone seems to be feeling at home
once again. All of the old habits have
been taken out of hiding and dusted
off, and everything is ready for another
year.
It seems good to see all of the old
familiar faces along with all of the new
ones. There are really some cute fresh
men who are full of spirit and sparkle.
But maybe those frat pins some of them
are sporting have something to do with
it.
The summer must have developed or
at least temporarily brought out some
hidden art talent in the students. If you
don’t believe me just look at the messy
(oops! I mean) beautiful oil painting on
the wall across from the gallery.
Did you ever gaze out from String-
field Dorm toward the tennis courts and
think you were dreaming? That’s no
mirage — it’s a real convertible whose
owner is Miss White, new riding in
structor.
Just how busy can one girl get? A
certain sophomore was so rushed with
her schedule, she couldn’t even find
time to go to the Dean’s office to drop a
course.
I’m still puzzled about the rumor I
heard the first day of school that a new
swimming pool was being built behind
the school. I haven’t had time to investi
gate yet.
Oh! Oh! There goes those hunger
pangs again. Guess I’d better close and
head for the dining hall. See you later.
Donna.
Parable
For a
Meredith Girl
There once was a farmer who had
three hens: a trio of comfortable, moth
erly creatures with dull red feathers
and bright red combs whose names
were Betsy, Emmy, and Mary Lou. Now
the farmer wanted to set his hens so
he put ten eggs in Betsy’s nest, because
she was the largest, five in Emmy’s,
but only one in Mary Lou’s because
she was just a tiney bantam hen. Both
Betsy and Emmy sat dutifully and con
scientiously on their eggs, but Mary
Lou was a more disgruntled soul. She
could not understand why the farmer
had given her only one egg when the
others had so many. How could she be
expected to balance herself on only one
6gg? Two would have been much bet
ter and three would have done beauti
fully—But one! Mary Lou kicked the
egg to a corner of her nest and went
back to eating corn and flipping her
tail feathers at the new rooster. At the
end of the proper length of time, Emmy
and Betsy both had beautiful families
of puffy, yellow babies, but all Mary
Lou had ivas a rotten egg, which prob
ably explains why Betsy and Emmy
ae still happily scratching for worms
down on the farm while Mary Lou will
be next Sunday’s dinner.
And what about you Betsys and
Emmys and Mary Lous of Meredith?
What will you have at the end of this
year—a flock of newly hatched and
growing ideas, hopes, and ambitions—
or just a rotten egg?
D. L.
making up one bed at Meredith is bet
ter.
Sarah, the only one of them who
dreaded seeing fall and Meredith start-
ing, needed a vacation from her vaca
tion. She attended Wake Forest Sum
mer School and took advantage of all
opportunities, if you know what we
mean. ^
We would advise you, therefore to
make good use of your winter vacation
•cause spring'll roll 'round agata sZ