May 19, 1950
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Guest Editorial
SEISIORS ARE GOING HOME!
By DK. ALICE BARNWELL KEITH
Senior Class Sponsor
Before June has passed, numbers of
young women will pack their belong
ings and step across the thresholds of
their southern colleges, some of them
never to return. Seniors are going home!
Two generations ago their grand
mothers were going home. They had no
automobiles, no paved highways, no
radios, no airplanes, few movies, and
less than one telephone to sixty people.
Only fifteen per cent of the population
could be said to be urban and eighty
per cent of the farms contained less than
one hundred acres. One child out of
every twenty died before it was five
years old, and government did not tax
people for extensive programs of public
health. These seniors went home to
houses, not to apartments.
Conditions have changed, but home
going is much the same. The long
stored-up anticipation of a joyous re
union with family and friends finds
fulfillment in the happy greetings and
words of welcome. But soon the scene
changes and the warmth and intimacy
give way to an unexpected coolness and
strangeness. The senior seems to stand
aloof and her efforts to recapture the
elusive friendliness seem to be futile.
Four years of separation takes its toll,
and disappointment and loneliness
press in upon her. The old nostalgia
which prevaded student days, turning
her interest and longing homeward,
envelopes her again. But this is
nostalgia for the student and faculty
friends of the campus, those who talk
her language and think in line with her
thoughts. The senior is homesick for
college.
She must be “oriented” again, this
time to home and community. But the
task should be neither long nor arduous,
because the senior of each generation
carries among the intangibles of her
luggage the essential aids for this pur
pose. Four years of separation also pays
dividends when seniors go home.
“THE OLD ORDER CHANGETH . .
The mighty seniors have been relin
quishing their various offices in all of
the school organizations to other stu
dents who have laid enthusiastic plans
for the coming year’s work—plans
which, if properly carried out, portend
great things for the future.
As the seniors who are stepping down
from these posts could tell you, a good
slate of officers in any club or activity
can do practically nothing without good
support from each member; progress is
made only according to the amount of
dependability and loyalty present in
Dear Editor,
Have you heard that Lucifer and
Deacon have said they’re not coming
back to Meredith next fall? It was
something about rules — and the
absence of things to do on a rainy night,
when Roy’s is crowded and they’ve seen
all the movies—that made them decide
that Meredith isn’t the place for them.
Maybe it’s the spring term papers,
spring fever, or maybe it’s because little
things keep coming up that have con
sequences they didn’t expect.
. And there we are again—the little
things. Life is made up of them. I think
it’s about time that Lucifer and Deacon
really looked around and saw their life
here on campus as a whole, and not just
a succession of minor grievances. We all
know what we do like about Meredith,
and what we don’t like; yet I think we
could start doing something besides
talking.
If more social functions are wanted
—really wanted—the classes and the
societies made up of the entire student
body could plan with their advisers to
have them. If it seems as though we
are sent out of our home to play, we
could make better use of the Hut and
of the gym. If there are rules that seem
too exacting, the student government
can either explain their need or help us
to modify them.
We have everything at Meredith to
work with, if only we would all make
up our minds as to exactly what we
want—not just dream, or have flighting
whimsies. What we’ve got to go on now'
is good. If what we want is constructive
and will benefit us now, and those who
will come after us, it will be worth a
little time and effort that we waste
now on mere talk.
Lucifer and Deacon are only cats who
can move out if things don’t suit them
just right, but we are Meredith students
who didn’t just wander in by chance,
and who can’t shake off what we have
to our advantage already in order to
hunt for a place that might meet our
every dream. If we’re ever going to find
what we want in a school, we don’t
need to look any further. It’s here, and
it’s well worth working for.
Sincerely,
Sonny Burnham.
HERE AND THERE
IN OTHER PAPERS
By PHYLLIS NOTTINGHAM
Books, Books! Perish the thought!
That is what a student at the University
of Virginia wanted to do, so I under
stood indirectly. He checked out a book
—kept it and didn’t return it until after
a long holiday period. A few days later,
he found out that he owed the library
an enormous sum of about $500. There
goes the shirt off my back, he thought.
But because of library rules, the libra
rian could collect only $25 from him.
Some relief, huh? (Indirectly from
victim).
That isn’t a suggestion for Miss Baity
to raise the fine fee, but the moral of
this could be—Please be honest and
considerate in taking and returning
books!
Voice on the phone: “Miss Pat Dula
is sick today and can’t come to class.
She requested me to notify you.”
Professor: “All right. Who is this
speaking?”
Voice: “This is my roommate.”
—Respects to Spectator.
TWO STUDENTS HAVE
NEW JOB; ARCHIVISTS
Patsy Emory and Peggy Benbow, two
Meredith College juniors, are at the
present engaged in what is, it seems to
us, a fascinating study at the North
Carolina Archives. This type of work is
rather unique, for Meredith is the only
college which offers this training to its
history majors.
Peggy and Patsy will spend one hun
dred fifty hours this semester at the
archives. Their work is divided into
three parts. First, they worked thirty
hours in the Hall of History, which
gives a pictorial history of North Caro
lina from colonial days to the present.
Here their work consisted of developing
pictures and collecting items for the
Hall. For their project, Patsy and Peggy
planned and executed a display on the
history of the North Carolina seal, ob
taining their material from the archives.
The second part of their work con
sisted of thirty hours in the publica
tions department, where they proofread
articles for publication in the North
Carolina Historical Review, or in one of
the many pamphlets which the depart
ment puts out. In connection with this,
they made a tour of some of the Raleigh
printing houses. Their project was the
publication of a group of letters of
Thomas Jefferson.
At the present time Peggy and Patsy
are working ninety hours in the
Archives proper. Here they work as
assistants in the search room, which
contains stocks of filed material. Here
their project was the assorting, label
ing, and compiling of twenty-four boxes
of a Farmer’s Union collection.
When their work is completed, Peggy
and Patsy will be qualified to work in
archives or in a museum.
Barney s
Blarney
the followers, not just the leaders. So if
you are thinking that your respective
club is set to go again for next year
towards bigger and better things, re
member: progress depends on you.
At Boston University there is to be
a four day Spring Carnival. From their
paper, Boston University News, I notice
that an ugly man contest is on the
agenda with other entertainment and
fun. What are the boys’ schools trying
to do—turn us women against the men
OR trying to give us this advice—when
you see a good-looking man—jump for
him?
To the June brides:
“They were single and went walking
And her heart did skip a beat
As she stumbled on the sidewalk
And he murmured, ‘Careful, sweet’:
Now the wedding bells have rung
And they walk the self same street,
She stumbles on the sidewalk,
And he yells, “Pick up your feet!”
—Wataugan.
For Meredith: “A woman’s college is
an institute of yearning.”
Thoughts of a Raleighite
By JEAN TAYLOR
On June 5, 1950. . . . Exams are over.
Summer is almost official. It’s hot
enough to be official, that is. . . . I’m
ready to head for Ye Olde Swimming
Hole. . . . You’d rather go to graduation?
What for? Just a lot of long speeches
and it’s too hot for that. . . . The class
of 1950? Are they something special?
Know anything about them? Well, they
take up a lot of space in the Day Stu
dents’ room. Yes, they’re a fair enough
bunch, but we sho’ need that space!
Bridge, you know. . . . Know anything
else? They’ll really add life to the
schools of North Carolina next year.
Gladys Greene, Anne Brown, Betsy
Edwards, and Jean White are all teach
ing that “under adolescent” age. After
all that singing of “Where, Oh Where
Has My Little Dog Gone?,” they should
be successes. . . . And Kathleen Perry
and Elsie Roberts will be pouring all
sorts of ideas about worms and things
(Biology) into the teenagers of the
state. . . . Mary Wright is graduating
with a major in English, and will proba
bly teach. . . . Can’t they do anything
except teach? What do you mean, can’t
they do anything else? Myra Ruth
Stone has had a job at Taylor Food
Company for months. Anybody want
some potato chips??? Oh, they’re versa
tile, this class. . . . Mary Ann Beale is
starting out on a career of social work.
Know any one who needs socializing?
Of course, there’s Jo Snow. Can you
imagine anything that she couldn’t
do??? Pollyanna Gibbs and Yvette
Maynard are both planning to do
religious work next year. . . . Anybody
mention music? This class boasts the
talents of Rose Stewart in that field. . . .
Putting into practice what she has
learned in Home Ec. is Gladys Johnson
who will teach Home Ec. next year. . . .
The mathematical wizard of the group
is Bobbie Ratliff. . . . And for originality
plus, this class has Barbara Marshall. . . .
Yep, they’re all graduating. The old
grind won’t seem quite the same with
out them. . . . After all this “blood,
sweat, and tears,” here it is—almost
June 5, 1950.
They may have been little—but they
certainly were loud! Now that the day
when they leave us comes closer, we
forget their faults—chaperoning fresh
men one night and dating their heart-
throbs the next, and condescending
remarks about “When I was a fresh
man”—and remember only their virtues
and that no one will ever replace the
seniors of ’50.
Next year bridge and canasta will
trail off in preference to, “Do you
remember. . . The time that Emily re
minded us in chapel not to park in
front of school longer than was neces
sary to say goodnight—and the discus
sion about just how long was necessary?
And the way we used to think the day
was sunny till Lib Jones’ rainy weather
hat told us that it was only the diamonds
hashing.
Yes, and speaking of rainy weather,
how in the world did Mary Ann Beale
manage to get her sun tan before the
rest of us got a single new freckle?
Is it possible that only last semester we
stewed on the sun decks before we
could sun bathe on the back campus?
It seems like ages and not quite right
to walk across campus and not hear
Maggie’s “Honey Chile” or Addie lead
ing the singing. Who could forget Betsy
Mills slinking down the hall or that
suite on third Jones that had more than
its share of pulchritude with Lib Hold-
ford, Hazel Williamson, and Ann
Wooten. And how if you wanted to be
sophisticated looking, you took lessons
from Dot Childress, Frankie, or Gazelle.
That class really had the talent! Do
you remember when Roxy won first
prize at the State Fair, and Barbara
Marshall was so good that Mr. Reynolds
offered a reward for a way to get her
back this year? Bunny Harris could
really throw those words around if you
wanted pictures in black and white.
Remember “Carolyn’s Corner”? After
being proctor on third Stringfield, she
needed the right to a corner all her
own!
That was the class that won Palio
by seeking the golden fleece and finding
it in their president, A. G. The year
before that, they won Stunt for the
second time with their hens and
chickens that Jane McDaniels sewed
and sewed on till she declared that she
was turning into a feather. That was
the class that had Jo Snow—the girl
with everything.
This reminiscing could go on and on—
Betsy and the B.S.U., the crowd in
Gladys Green’s car, Charlotte in a
white evening dress and Virginia in a
red one, Winnie from “Virginie,”
Tommy and her grudge against the
dance book, Ellen and her portrayal of
the goddess of wisdom. Lib—the Phi
who knew all of the Astros’ plans, Doris
who didn’t look like the athletic type.
Trip’s smile—boy, they surely were
smart. They graduated from Meredith!”