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THE TWIG
October 20, 1950
WORD TO THE WOVLD-BE
WISE . .
The time for a little helpful advice,
we have always maintained, is before,
not after. “After what?” asks the fresh
man, or the sophomore who has already
forgotten bitter experiences of last
year. For your sakes we offer this gentle
reminder of “things which are to come.”
October is a long way from Novem
ber, and Christmas vacation is a com
fortable distance from first semester
exams. Agreed? But our point is this:
If you would like to sail through six-
weeks tests, have no worries about
grades being sent home, and really en
joy your trips home on vacation with
out thoughts of “D’s” and “F’s,” the
time for action is now, at the beginning
of the semester. You’ve all heard that
old saying about “An ounce of preven
tion is worth a pound of cure”; it ap
plies to studying every day, rather than
the night before that exam—when it’s
too late, just as well as with medicine.
Your first two years in college, and
more especially your freshman year—
bewildering as it is—determine your
study habits and your future career, in
college and out, later on. If your first
semester is spent in wishful thinking
and no other kind of thought, you will
pay for your holiday over and over
again, in terms of repeated courses,
summer school, and slowed-up work in
your major field. If you are skeptical,
just look around and you will find
numerous examples of students who
have reluctantly reaped the inevitable
consequences of work, or lack of work,
done during their first few weeks here.
The moral, as they say in fables, of
our little tale is this: Don’t let it happen
to you! Get everything under control
promptly with a good study-schedule
and concentrate on courses that are
hard for you by doing more than just
enough to get by. You won’t be doing
us a favor by taking this advice—you’ll
be thanking yourself for doing what
others learn only by experience, when
it’s too late. —N. W.
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The Twig is the college newspaper of Mere
dith College, Raleigh, North Carolina, and as such
is one of the three major publications of the insti
tution—the other two being The Acom, the literary
magazine, and The Oak Leaves, the college annual.
Meredith College is an accredited senior liberal
arts college for women located in the capital city
of North Carolina. It confers the Bachelor of Arts
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
dary Schools. The college holds membership in
the Association of American Colleges and the
North Carolina College Conference. Graduates of
Meredith College are eligible for membership in
the American Association of University Women.
The institution is a liberal arts member of the
National Association of Schools of Music.
(Ed.’s Note: Please read both of the
following viewpoints before reaching
any hasty judgment. The views ex
pressed here are not necessarily those
of the TWIG.
ONE POINT OF VIEW
To whom it may concern:
I believe in Santa Claus. I like the
Easter bunny. I am wholeheartedly in
favor jof celebrating Thanksgiving and
the Fourth of July. In fact, I like tradi
tion. I’m filled with pride on Founders’
Day, and nothing gives me a bigger kick
than Faculty-Student Play Day. I think
the May Day celebration is lovely, and
Society Night, with everyone dressed
in white, overwhelms me. I adore Stunt
night, with all its excitement, and I
think Alice in Wonderland is darling.
But I do not like to march down the
driveway of Meredith in Palio.
Maybe I have a phobia or something
worse. Maybe I am utterly lacking in
school spirit. Maybe I’m a drag on the
market and a handicap to the school.
But I don’t like to march down the
drive. It all seems so useless to me to
spend weeks preparing for the big
march. Costumes must be made. March
ing practice must be endured each
morning at the crack of dawn. Time,
which is always at a premium at Mere
dith, is simply nowhere to be found.
Then, when the day comes, we stand
outside and shiver while a handful of
alumnae and parents watch, shivering
also. I don’t like to march!
I realize that other schools have
homecomings. I’m highly in favor of
school reunions. But, somehow, I don’t
believe I’ll ever come back to Palio. In
stead of being a pleasant memory of my
college days, Palio remains as some
thing which had to be patiently toler
ated, while I wanted to go to a football
game. This year will be an improve
ment, I’m sure. But why weren’t the
students allowed to vote on whether
they wished to keep the festival or dis
card it wholly? Am I the only one who
doesn’t like to march? ■—Jean Taylor.
THE OTHER SIDE
To the Student Body:
To me, Palio is one of the most out
standing activities on our Meredith
campus. It is not only unique and orig
inal within itself, but it also gives each
individual an opportunity to express
herself with unlimited boundries. Why!
Has there ever been a class vice-presi
dent who wasn’t thrilled at the hint of a
new idea?
We always hear the same old cry of
woe about Palio being so much trouble
and taking so much time. Is not Palio
a part of our college experience? I’m
sure none of us would stop dating be
cause we didn’t have the time or stop
attending classes for the same reason.
Why shouldn’t we consider Palio as an
important part of Meredith as dating
and classes, to mention only two of the
many aspects of college life? Certainly
anything worth while is going to take
plenty of time and hard work.
Then, there’s the ever present gripe
of doing all that work for only a hand
ful of people to see. Well this year the
A. A. Board has tried their best to over
come that problem. No games, dances,
ice shows or tests (we hope) will inter-
fer with The Angel Farm’s Homecom
ing! And speaking of homecoming, this
year Palio is going to be right after the
alumnae meeting, which means there
will be plenty of alumnae around to
make it a good ole homecoming reunion.
The A. A. Board has also tried to make
it easier by having Stunts in the spring.
This takes a great load off of each class
so more time can be spent in prepara
tion for Palio.
Although I am all out for our annual
Palio, I do think we have gotten into
somewhat of a rut, with our ideas, but
by having it at night this year, just
think of the many new angles we can
use! For those of us who have worked
on it for several years, this is some
thing new, and maybe a chance for the
seniors to win! I hope that by having it
at night that we can put more emphasis
on lights and less on legs and lack of
dress.
Palio is a part of Meredith. How can
any one of us as members of the stu
dent body not share in it and still con
sider ourselves part of our college?
—Marilyn Mills.
HERE AND THERE
In Other Papers
Py PHYLLIS NOTTINGHAM
Over at Chapel Hill the news, as
gathered from the students’ daily paper,
is really popping. First, the students
have been busy welcoming a new pres
ident, Gordon Gray. Then just recently.
Federal Judge Hayes ruled that Ne
groes can’t enroll for studies there; the
order makes North Caroling the first
state to reject Negroes in the South.
To complicate matters for Carolina
students still further, the editor of the
“Daily Tar Heel” has suggested that, be
cause of the difficult traffic problems
over the campus, students should not
be allowed to bring cars to school.
Makes it rather bad on transportation
for us, huh, girls?
Over at our brother school a debate
was recently held; resolved: “Girls are
justified in flirting.” Two girls pre
sented the affirmative side against two
boys for the negative. Females must be
justified in their actions, for the de
cision was given to them—and from a
male jury!
It seems that Appalachian State
Teachers’ College has been having
troubles with line-breakers in their
cafeteria, too, judging from an article
in a recent issue of their paper, entitled
“Broaching Borgdinghagianism, or How
To Become a Chowhound.” In it the
author describes the steps in transition
from a normal student to a “woebegone
chowhound” who lives to eat; the author
says “You must acquire that hungry,
haggard look, a sort of happy medium
between Frank Sinatra and a freshly
plucked hen, and lastly you must have
no regard for other people’s toes, feel
ings, or appetites.”
After taking the chowhound out of
his last class on a dead run, in front of
the line with a bound, and down the
line like a bazooka, the last advice given
is “There are many ways of bypassing
the cashier, but the quickest is to go
ahead and pay him. After all, he may
be an English major, in which case he
won’t be able to add; thus he will not
charge yoU the proper amount!”
Campbell College, which records its
news in “Creek Pebbles,” has contacted
all but seven of the past editors of the
paper ov^r the last twenty-five years.
Day Doins’
By DOTTIE
As the days slip by us, as fall turns to
winter, we D. S.’s both old and new
are drawn closer together (soon we’ll
be standing on top of each other) by a
common bond: a box of kleenex—
wonder who it belongs to? Day Student’s
dominion, which used to be identified
with the odors of freshly-opened
ink bottles, and balogna sandwiches
brought from home, now reeks of cough
drops and goose-grease.
Far be it from us, however, to be
slowed down by anti-histamine and hot
lemonade, for during the last two weeks
we have been pinned and engaged.
Barbara Echo may wear the Pika pin,
and Alice Champion may wear the-en
gagement ring; but we are a collective
group; we share joys alike—not to men
tion sorrow and colds.
From now on we will probably do
Saturday’s homework at State’s pep
rallies ’cause two of our number have
been elected to help State cheer; they
are Pat Eberhart and Lucy Staton.
There are two new organizations
within our group. They are the M. R. S.
club formed by the married girls, and
the Society for the Perversion of Good
Old Mountain Music attended by those
strong of lung and stout of heart. The
latter is really the revival of an ancient
lunch period custom of particular in
terest to those who endeavor to study
in the library during that hour.
Well, everybody’s going somewhere
nowadays. Barbara T. and Guppy are
off to the football games, and there go
Anne Marie and Joanna to the dances.
B. B. and Dimples are always off to
somewhere, and we just can’t keep up
with Shirley Stough who has many
speaking engagements, not to mention
those of the social type. Since every
body’s gone somewhere, guess I’ll go
too. I need some practice on my guitar.
I need some strings too!
See you later,
Dottie.
Hold your hats, girls. Let’s stand to
gether either for or against the trend
toward co-ed schools. But then again
this half-way stuff is pretty terrific.
Maybe we don’t have boys in our classes,
but few of our club meetings are com
plete without them. The I. R. C. recent
ly started the ball rolling with a joint
meeting with the Deacons’ I. R. C. and
international became intercollegiate!
Regardless of trends, a pscychology
major claims the best way to lure little
innocents into studying in order to go
into college is to tell them that college
is the only pathway to stardom in the
movies. Think of the disillusionment,
though, if no one offered them a Cadil
lac and a chance to play Betty Grable’s
kid sister!
A solution has been finally found for
broken dreams. Wednesday night the
old “Carolina harvest moon” will be in
its full glory. If you go to the “right”
window and wish very, very hard to
the old man moon, he’ll make your
true love dream of you. I have it on the
best authority!
Marie Edwards wasn’t the one who
told me. Marie has an approach all her
own. She asks her date if he can drive
with one hand. When he says, “Sure!”
she offers him an apple. If anyone else
wants to try it, see Marie. Her dates
usually aren’t hungry, and Marie still
has her apple.
Now is the time for everyone to come
to the aid of his class. Palio is almost
upon us.
OAK LEAVES
WORK BEGINS
Each year during the fall the same
comments may be overheard in the
halls—especially in the vicinity of First
Jones, where the pounding of a type
writer and the glare of many powerful
lights is much in evidence: “Oh, my
hair looked terrible!” or “He took it
when my eyes were closed!”
These conditions were in vogue at
Meredith this year during the week of
October 2-6, when the first set of annual
pictures were made. More pictures for
the “Oak Leaves,” the Meredith yearly
publication, of the campus clubs and
organizations remain to be taken, but
student and faculty pictures got off to
an early start with photos being
snapped by Waller and Smith of
Raleigh.
Most information about the annual
is being withheld until publication in
the spring, whau the dedication, theme,
cover design, and general layout will be
revealed only when each student re
ceives a copy.
Editor of the “Oak Leaves” for the
1950-51 issue is Betty Jane Hedgepeth,
while Jean Miller serves as business
manager. Joanne Mason and Joanna
Pittard are the photograph editors re
sponsible for the activity of the past few
weeks.