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THE TWIG
October 6, 1950
A PAT ON THE BACK
Judging from the experiences of the
four candidates recently nominated for
freshman class president, Meredith is
proving itself attractive to prospective
freshmen not only because of its
academic and denominational standards,
but also because its students recom
mend it to high school students in their
home towns.
When college students, out oi no
sense of compulsion, urge their friends
to come to their school, that recom
mendation is the highest tribute that
can be paid an Alma Mater. For sti^
dents must live and work in Meredith
on the student level, and their oppor
tunities can best be explained by
students. Meredith deserves a round ot
congratulations.—N. W.
Day Doins’
To the Student Body:
RVSH WEEK—SO WHAT?
Rush Week has again come to its
climax. Both Phis and Astros have
caught the spirit
exerting themselves to the fiRlest. O e
would think that the weight of the
world depended on the decisions made
by the freshmen today. Will the class
of 1954 be a Phi or an Astro class? Up-
permost in the mind of Meredith this
question has remained. So what?
What do the societies really mean to
the Meredith students? Turning the
question around, what do the Mere^th
students mean to the societies? The
societies could serve a central purpose
in the life of the campus. They could
serve to draw their members closer
together as a social group. They try.
However, eventually they meet the
needs of only a few girls. Why? Is it the
inherent fault of the societies?
Everyone gets very enthusiastic
about her society—during Rush Week.
Then most of us tend to settle down and
forget whether we’re Astros or Phis.
Why can’t we manage to carry over a
little of this enthusiasm into our college
year? M^hy can’t we put a little more
effort, a little more spirit, a little more
sparkle into our societies? Our officers
are doing a good job. A few of the faith
ful are helping. They’re trying to re
vitalize the social program of the
societies. Are you helping? Or must it
always be “Rush week—so what?
—J. T.
I am sure all of you are conscious of
the fact that we have a freshman-
transfer counselling group here on
campus; but “it has been so long” since
you upper classmen were freshmen
you may have forgotten what this phase
of your college career gave you.
It is a pleasure to announce that we
have a separate system of counselling
for our transfers and freshmen this
year. In the case of the former, they
meet only during the first semester,
because we feel that these upperclass
men have been oriented elsewhere and
therefore need only to learn of the
honor code, the Meredith traditions,
and extra-curricular activities.
As for the freshmen, there will be an
entire year of counselling for them, in
which there will be included the
material presented to the transfers, and,
in addition, material on how to study,
manners, and an introduction to differ
ent fields of concentration. We consider
counselling a very vital phase of col
lege life and want all students, new and
old, to be aware of its existence.
Helen Brunson,
Chief Counselor.
HERE AND THERE
In Other Papers
Py PHYLLIS NOTTINGHAM
I could always begin this exchange
column with a precise introduction. But
I’m not. I’m only going to say that we
wish you all (no Southern accent in
tended) especially you new gals, a
successful and happy year.
I was just glancing over some old
issues of the Twig, when I came across
this poem. It seems problems here at
Meredith are about the same through
the years, especially for freshmen.
Anyway, here’s the poem:
Member
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EDITORIAL STAFF
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Reporters — Doris Perry, Joan Langley,
Sally Melvin, Elizabeth Hamriclq Anne
O’Quinn, Phyllis Nottingham, Rosalyn
Poole, Jean Wrenn, Mane Edwards,
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Hart, Ann Seagrove, Betty Ann High
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business staff
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Entered a* second-class matter October 11. 1923,
at postoflftce at Raleigh. N. C.. under Act of Mar^
8, 1879. Published semi-monthly during the months
of October. November, February. March, Apm. ^d
May; monthly during the months of September, De
cember, and January.
Member of
Intercollegiate Press
The Twig is the college newspaper of Mere
dith College. Raleigh, North Carolfna, and as such
is one of the three major publications of the insti
tution—^the other two being The Acorn, the literary
magazine, and The Oak Leaues, the college annual.
Meredith College is an accredited senior liberal
arts college for women located in the capital pity
of North Carolina. It confers the Bach^or of
and the Bachelor of Music degrees. The college
offers majors in twenty-one fields including music,
art business and home economics.
Since 1921 the Institution has been a member
of the Southern Association of Colleges and Secon-
da^ Schools. The college holds membership in
th?^ iSsociation of American Colleges and the
■NT^iurrarolina College Conference. Graduates of
are* eligible for membership in
JSf AmeriMri Association of University Women
institution is a liberal arts member of the
National AssociaUon of Schools of Music.
“Since schools to teach one this or that
Are being started every day,
I have a plan, a notion pat.
Of one which I am sure would pay.
’Twould be a venture strictly new,
No shaking up of dusty bones;
How does this scheme appeal to you—
A regular school for chaperones!
By DOTTIE
Men may come and men may go, but
we older day students (who feel close
kinship with the babbling brooks in
that we go, or rather stay, on forever)
give a big welcome to our new freshmen
day students and transfers.
Yes, we’re growing and coming out at
the seams, ’cause we’re a big family
with many big plans for the future. The
old home town has contributed to the
Meredith enrollment this year fresh
men Jacquelyn Morris, Ruth Champion,
Lucy Staton, Anne Brigman, Barbara
Moore, Pat Eberhar\, Elva Forbes,
Jeanette Pool, Peggy Sue Bales, Peggy
Kirvy, Pat Bass, and Nancy Apple.
And from surrounding territory we
have some early-rising freshmen—
Margaret Edwards, Verna Willets, and
Marian Flowers. Don’t worry, girls;
soon you will be able to rise before
dawn has cracked and catch your three
busses to school sound asleep.
We have, too, a host of transfers who
are day students this year; many of
them are old friends from the first
grade. Glad to see Ann Hoots, Mars
Hill; Mary Dunn Whisnant, Florida
State University; Bobby Anne Hall,
Averett; Betty Shields, St. Mary’S;
Barbara Daniel, Duke; Marilyn Mor-
rissette, W. C.; and Alma Brigman,
Salem.
Then there’s our “Mrs.” department,
which includes Mrs. Caroline “T” Chil
dress, from Converse; Mrs. Martha
Upchurch Martin, St. Mary’s; Mrs.
Barbara Horner, Carolina; Mrs. Eugenia
Atkinson, University of Mississippi;
Mrs. Gertrude Taylor, Mars Hill; and
Mrs. Margaret Munford, Durham. We
also have now as day students, recruited
from the ranks' of residents, Mrs.
Macklyn Mackie Humphrey, and Mrs.
Ina Greshan Murrell. Our graduate
student is Nurry Anne Nixon, who was
graduated from W. C. last fall.
The news from the champion long
distance runners (those of us who have
acquired a speed of 35 m.p.h. or over
from bus running these past years) is
good, too. Martha Stough has a diamond
from Mark; Betsy Goldston has a new
collie pup, Goldie Lee, who is the day
student mascot; and “B. B.” Ballenger
has a new skirt that all of us are signing
up to wear. Remember, I’m next.
See you again,
Dottie.
The most accurate sign of fall has
been given! The weather may be freez
ing or burning; baseball or football may
be king for a day; and lunch menu may
be either soup or cold plate. Still, when
“Our Best to You” plays “The Things
We Did Last Summer,” everyone knows
that fall is here.
School is here also, but it’s not the
same as ever. The freshmen have
realized by now that Hospitality Week
end wasn’t designed to show the duller
side of college life—not that life at
Meredith is dull, but not all of it is
made up of social week-ends.
Seniors have to keep pinching them
selves to realize that this year is their
last, until some youngster respectfully
answers, “Yes ma’am.” Then there’s the
junior who walked from a class worry
ing because she was the only one taking
the course who wasn’t an upper class-
man!
Teachers have their problems, too,
weird as the statement may seem. For
example. Dr. Canady found that he
couldn’t just count heads to see who
was present. From the back of the room
came a request to “change my name
to Mrs. Martin, please.”
All those who didn’t know what
“brotherly love” was found out at the
Wake Forest game. The day was rather
dark and dreary, but certainly not the
welcome which Meredith has been
giving out with, from the looks of
hitch-hikers from Wake Forest. There’s
nothing like a good family fellowship!
Perhaps the Meredith family will get
back together now that Decision Day is
almost here. Whatever the outcome of
tomorrow’s momentous happenings, the
best thing about Rush Week is that
everyone makes the right decision.
And here is my ending—a definition of
time:
The longest five minutes at Meredith
is from 12:20 to 12:25 in a Saturday
morning class; the shortest is from 11:25
to 11:30 on a Saturday night.
ANGELS INVADE DEAC-LAND
BY SPECIAL INVITATION
One course would be to dull the ear.
And one would be to dim the eye.
So whispered love they’d never hear.
And glance coquettish never spy;
They’d be taught somnolence, and how
Ofttimes closed eye for sleep atones;
Had I a million, I’d endow
A regular school for chaperones!
There’s crying need in west ^nd east
For graduates, and not a source
Supplying it. Someone at least
Should start a correspondence course;
But joy would scarce o’er run the cup
Of maidenhood, my candor owns.
Till some skilled mentor opens up
A regular school for chaperones!
^ —^TwiG.
Freshman: “Is he dumb? He can’t
even tell Galsworthy frortl gallstone!”
Another freshman: “And who was
gallstone?” , , .
—Appalachian.
Women were made beautiful and dumb.
Beautiful, so the men would love them;
Dumb, so they would love the men.
—Twig.
In the past, Meredith has accepted
much from Wake Forest — dates,
fiowers, candy, frat pins, diamond rings!
We even have a few girls who are
anticipating plain gold bands from
handsome young deacons. Just before
September 30, 1950, however, our
brother school decided that all past gifts
just couldn’t be considered sufficient.
“The bond between us must be strength
ened,” they said. “What we do must be
for-all Meredith girls from all Wake
Forest students, and the nicest gift we
can think of is to let them see the ‘big
team’ play—free!” Meredith agreed
unanimously.
As soon as Dr. Tribble and Dr.
Campbell had made all arrangements,
three hundred and seventy-five young
ladies set out in special busses for
Baptist Hollow, thrilled beyond meas
ure at the prospect of seeing Wake
Forest trounce Richmond (they had no
doubts). Not one mite of disappoint
ment slipped into the week-end, either.
There they were—sitting right beside
the student section, yelling just like
the WFC cheerleaders had instructed
them the preceding Thursday. How can
people pity Meredith for not having a
football team to yell for? They just
don’t know the kind of brothers
Meredith has.
NEW DEAN OF STUDENTS
(Continued from page one)
with the class of 1950, as secretary to
the director of public relations; Mp.
Margaret Dyer, assistant dietitian; Miss
Ruby Harkins, assistant nurse; and Mrs.
C. S. Sawyer, assistant house director.
College Doctor
In the infirmary we have Dr. William
J. Senter. He attended Campbell Col
lege, Wake Forest College and the Uni
versity of Maryland. He interned at
Grady Hospital which is connected with
Emory University.
The new laboratory assistant in the
biology department is Mr. Robert
Brown, a graduate student at State
College. Another recent addition to the
staff is Mrs. Sara Wilson Ferell, who
is secretary to the registrar.
Well, see you next issue. By the way,
if you are receiving some college news
papers that you think may not be on
our exchange list, drop by and let us
in on them too.
Let the little white angel you’ll
probably be seeing in Johnson Hall
before long continue to remind you of
this renewed friendship, as we hope a
can of paint and the lingering aroma of
chrysanthemums will remind the Deacs.
Two schools are better than one, and
together we can’t be beat.