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THE TWIG
January 20, 1950
STUDENT GUILLOTINE?
Why should the Student Government
alone shoulder all the responsibility for
everything that happens on our
campus? In case there is anyone pres
ent on this campus who doesn’t know
we have an honor system, and if it
worked the way honor systems are
supposed to work, then there wouldn’t
be any doubt as to where the responsi
bility rests.
The student body is constantly com
plaining about the way the Student
Government is used as a police force.
Few of us stop to realize that if we did
our part then there would be little or
absolutely no cause for the “police
force.” There is no policeman that can
patrol every inch of his “beat” at the
same time, and if someone sees a bur
glary, he doesn’t wait until the police
man happens to see the burglar.
There is a vast difference in obeying
the honor code and in just ‘ tattling,
if there is anyone who doesn’t know
this. The honor code is for all Meredith
it was first proposed in order that
Meredith might become a better, more
Christian college. It is our bounden
duty to see to it that this code is up
held; this aim cannot be accomplished
as long as everyone sits around and
waits for the S. G. to see what is wrong
on the campus, and it can never be ac
complished until people stop criticizing
the Student Government for failing to
complete a job that is every student s
duty to complete.
“IT IS BETTER TO GIVE . .
A lot of us may get tired of hearing
someone say “Please let us have your
money for the Unified Budget” or what
ever other cause requires our giving
out money. In this connection it is well
to remember the words of a humble
English blacksmith:
“What! Giving again?” I ask in dismay,
“And must I keep giving and giving
away?”
“Oh, no,” said the angel, looking me
through,
“Just keep giving till the Master stops
giving to you.”
Not only just at Thanksgiving should
we stop to count our many blessings,
but every day. At the beginning of a
new year is a good time to resolve to do
more of giving, and less of worrying
about whether anything will be re
ceived.
J^eig.!tborl^ J^ew^
By SUE PAGE
One who thinks our jokes are poor.
Would straightway change his views
Could he compare the jokes we print
With those we could not use!
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Smokey Holler Chronicle
I have a complaint to make to the
University of Chapel College committee
on manners of the students (if there
is such a high-minded group on that
campus). One of the dear boys (name
withheld because you are probably not
interested anyway) recently proved to
me that contrary to popular advertis
ing, all Carolina “men” are not gentle
men. To begin with, this particular
child at some time or other came out
on the losing end of a tangle with a
sand-blasting machine. I will not be
catty though; beauty is only skin deep.
To get to the real issue: after squiring
me downtown and generously buying
me a cup of scalded chocolate, he walked
me to a waiting bus, gave me an old
dirty nickel, said charmingly, “See you
later,” and walked off down the street.
Gallant, no? The almost decent opinion
that I formerly held of the boys at
Chapel College is now merely an
opinion that I reserve from publication.
I will try very hard not to be bitter
about it.
The menu down at Roy’s states very
clearly that they “grind their own
meat.” Wonder just what the life ex
pectancy is there?
Take a long loving look at the beauti
ful girl pictured at the top of this
column. This is the last opportunity
you will have for said recreation. Ye
olde lady editor, whom I have made so
many unkind remarks about, is advanc
ing me to a position on the staff where
I will no longer be able to make any
unkind remarks. This is very sad. I
feel sure that every girl on the campus
will miss me but excruciatingly. (As
you can see, I’m planning to get a job
writing obits when I leave Meredith.)
I close with another meaningful quo
tation from a folk song I know: “Lights
in the valley outshine the sun.
Look away beyond the moon.”
Dear Managing Editor: I dare you to
say anything about over simplification
in prose writing. This column is very
subtle. Love, Miss Cy Coe.
To Atlantic Christian’s Collegiate we
owe thanks for the following jokes:
Customer: Do you serve crabs here?
Waiter: We serve anyone here, lady.
Professor: It’s strange, but the biggest
idiots always want to marry the pretti
est women.
Sweet young thing: Professor, are
you trying to flatter me? And did you
know that girls would rather have
beauty than brains because she knows
that the average man can see better
than he can think.
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After the Exams
Post offlce-bound, exams are over.
Go little girls with steady pace.
Many smiling, many frowning.
As girl and grade come face to face!
As I wandered, tired, bewildered.
Among my friends, some glad, some
cowed,
I heard this old soliloquy:
From one who thought out loud:
“How I hate him, oh that teacher.
Gives me “F’s” all semester long,
Marking every paper zero
As if my answers all were wrong;
Why I picked him I can’t answer,
I’d have mastered any class.
But a maxim with this teacher.
Is to flunk the ones who pass.
There is just no doubt about it.
He has got it in for me.
Here’s the grades and — Gosh all
mighty,
I HAVE PASSED! I MADE A “C”!
Yes, there’s just no doubt about it,
And I mean it from my heart.
There’s no one better than my teacher!
I have said it from the start.
From the Cilfoudian (with slight
changes).
Don’t look so gloomy; everybody
else had to come back too.^ Why, those
Christmas holidays are long gone.^
Deep down inside, we bet you were
glad to get back,^ and besides, we’ve
got a lot to look forward to—exams for
instance.Then comes the vacation^
that’s really great ’cause exams are
over, and there’s nothing to worry
about.** Next, over goes a page in our
loose-leaf notebook, and so begins an
other semester, and a new batch of
resolutions that we decided we might
as well wait until February 8 to start.''
We’ve heard some of these resolutions,
so we thought we’d just pass ’em on to
you:
1. Keep up with all assignments.*
2. Stop skipping breakfast.
3. Write more letters.
4. Stop griping about the potatoes.®
5. Let Portia face life without our
help.
6. Don’t break'® the alarm clock.
OK, we almost forgot—Happy New
Year!
' Shucks.
- But not forgotten.
* No comment.
* Joke.
® Three whole days.
® if you make the eligibility list
' if then
* joke number 2
® and the stew
or throw
Judge: Are you sure this man was
drunk?
Officer: Well, your honor, he was
carrying a manhole cover on his head
and he said he was going home to play
it on his phonograph.
That’s All for Now. . . .
AROUND THE CORNER
Round the corner in the religion room
is a well-carved chair. Cut deeply
enough to defy all sandpaper there
are three epigrams — Barbara and
Bobby, Louise and Bobby, and Bobby
and Sue. Please Barbara, Louise or
Sue, write his phone number so that
I can meet him too!
Some teachers say that the best way
to study for an exam is not to worry
but to go to the movie the night before.
With Hamlet, Oscar Levant, the Insti
tute of Religion, etc., all scheduled for
exam week, a lot of girls are planning
on experimenting.
Another chair tells the story of an
art student’s ambition in a short, short
story. “ART—Phooey! Let’s go, Choo-
Choo!”
Thought for a date—two freshmen
couples playing cards in Johnson Hall
with radio music as the only setting
for romance. It looked much better than
cozy twosomes though.
Seems as though we’d get smart some
day after crawling through books by
Plato, Aristotle, Von Germ and Kachoo
every day before we get to the lunch
line. Watch out for the Fairy Queen
if you’re in a rush. She’s so small no
one notices her unless Sir Sigma Chi is
with her.
Know what the pet peeve of Dr.
Canaday’s is? It’s to hear someone
chew gum and sound like a mule walk
ing in a muddy field.
Cutest thing on campus is to see Mrs.
Freund reading her French 21 reader
upside down. It doesn’t look any differ
ent to me either, and my book cover is
on right.
Is Hattie Sourapple really an example
for Dr. Parker or is he speaking alle
gorically of someone that we all know
—perhaps even you?
The biggest effect that 1950 has had
on campus is to put on campus all the
girls who forgot that it was 1950 when
they filled out S. P. slips. What a way
to start the new year!
EVE HAD IT!
By MAKGIE JOVNEK
I even have my doubts about Hada-
col being able to get me through exams!
Before I know what has happened it
will be Monday morning, January 30,
1950—Day of Exams! The alarm will
probably go off at the usual 6:30 a.m.
(no, I don’t work at the State College
barn) and I’ll yawn only to discover
that my teeth are about to drop out—
chattering from fear of my first exam
of the term.
Have courage, ye frosh and transfers!
It only takes three small items to pass
any exam—you, your pencil, and some
gray matter. (A bottle of Hadacol
might also come in handy. Be sure to
offer your professor some, too, as he
might need it when he sees your paper.)
The important thing to do in prepara
tion for exams is to study in a relaxed
manner. This may be successfully
done by placing three chairs on top of
each other, climbing up to the overhead
light in your room and draping your
feet around it with your head dangling
down. Place your notes on the floor
and then begin studying. If you get
tired just dive head downward and
you’ll spend a quiet evening looking
at some lovely stars.
Another way of doing relaxed study
is by hanging your feet over the closet
door and burying your head in a shoe
pocket filled with notes to be mem
orized. You might also try sitting in
an open dresser drawer—very comfort
able and relaxing.
There’s no use to worry and fret
about exams—they are just a “measure
of all you’ve learned” and a “stepping
stone to a more precise way of or
ganizing your material.” Isn’t it won
derful? Who else has such an oppor
tunity to try to put down everything
they wish they knew? I tell you, we’re
fortunate!
How optimistic can I get? Back to
my Hadacol—it’s done everything else
—can’t it take over my brain during
exams? Who knows—I may even have
discovered the key to wisdom. On to
the fray! P.S. I prefer padded cell no.
202 with light coming in through the
windows.
Idle hope—to say “I don’t know” to
a teacher and expect her to pass on to
another student without making any
comment.