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THE TWIG
November 3, 1950
THE GREAT DIFFERENCE
In another week the annual celebra
tion of Founders’ Day will be here
again. Perhaps this year we will stop
to think more seriously of its true mean
ing. Founders’ Day, of course, literally
means the day on which we stop to think
of and thank the people who founded
the institution. But there are others to
thank — those whose gifts throughout
the years have helped build and main
tain Meredith College also deserve our
warmest gratitude.
The most significant item of the
whole commemoration of Founders’
Day is a simple grammatical fact—-the
placing of the apostrophe. This posi
tion indicates that there was more than
one founder; upon this fact rests the
history of Meredith and the Meredith
spirit of today. For the spirit of Mere
dith is the embodiment of the hopes,
gifts, and prayers of many people of
small means who gave all they could
that this college might exist. Meredith
did not come into being as a result of
one rich man’s endowment; therefore,
there was more true Christian spirit
from the hearts of more people that
went into its founding.
The all-important question which
should be in the hearts of all Meredith
students now is “Are we worth it?” Are
we making the college into something
its founders could be proud of, or would
they feel, if they saw it today, that their
efforts were in vain?
Yes, another Founders’ Day is ap
proaching, but its true significance does
not lie in the fact that such a day is set
aside for commemoration. The trile
criterion of our feeling toward those
founders is what we are willing to build
on their foundation. They started it, but
it is up to the students of today to make
something worthwhile from those be
ginnings, and to see that the sacrifices
of our founders will not have been in
vain.—Sally Melvin.
J^etter^ to the Cditor
A FRESHMAN’S ^ WEEK ”
How long is a week? At the beach
seven days pass as quickly as seven
hours. A week-long houseparty barely
begins before the time for departure is
at hand. A week can be much longer
however. Only a few weeks ago I en
tered Meredith College and began a
way of life different from any that I
had ever before experienced. Parties,
lessons, new friends, bells, dorm cards,
meetings, letters, and a hundred other
things have combined into a pattern
that no longer seems strange or new.
Times seems to lose its relationship to
the past and future.
My first few weeks at college can be
measured, not in days and hours, but in
the changes that have taken place in
and about me. I do not know how long
a week is. Maybe it is one hundred and
sixty-eight hours. Maybe it is the time
that is required to grow up.
—Melissa Matthews.
AN ACID TEST
All of us believe in democracy, we
say. But do we really? A democratic
society, whether it be a nation, a city, or
a school, involves more than liberty and
freedom to do as we desire. Do we ever
stop to think that our freedom ends
where our neighbor’s freedom begins?
This principle is as true in a community
such as Meredith as it is in national life.
If we accept the freedom of a demo
cratic society we must accept the re
sponsibility which accompanies it.
Many of us are inclined to forget that
we have a responsibility to the other
members of our school community. Un
thinkingly, we commit many acts which
encroach on the liberties of others.
We’re having a party, so we forget that
others are trying to study or sleep.
We’re busy when it’s our turn to answer
the phone, so we let someone else do
our job. We’re in a hurry, so we break
line in the dining hall. We let our free
dom interfere with the rights of others.
Perhaps now as never before we are
faced with this question of our freedom
and its accompanying responsibilities.
We have obtained an extension in the
time of our dating privileges. We can
merely accept this and forget it—or we
can accept it as a challenge. We can
show that we are mature enough to re
ceive greater freedom. Can we meet
this responsibility? Do we really be
lieve in democracy?—Jean Taylor.
“UNIFIED” OR NOT?
Dear Student Body,
For many years it was the plea of
Meredith’s student body, “Please stop
these constant solicitations for money.
Every other night there is a collector
at my door asking for a quarter.” It was
not that Meredith students were op
posed to contributing their money for
worthy causes, it was just that they
were tired of continuous begging. Some
believed if they could make their dona
tions in one payment they would be
happier. From these protests and sug
gestions the idea for a unified budget
was conceived.
Much work was required to set Up the
machinery for the unified budget
system, to select a committee, to work
out a basis for assessment, and to col
lect the money. Last year was the be
ginning, there was no constitution. No
one was sure that the goal could be
realized; but Dr. Cannady, Dr. John
Yarbourgh, Mrs. Marsh, and Lib Jones
tried, and the outcome was favorable if
not complete. The faculty met their
goal 100 per cent. The students failed
to meet theirs. There were doubts as to
whether the system was agreeable or
workable. It is necessary for everyone
to do her part or else the whole budget
plan will fail as the assessments are
made on the basis of complete co
operation.
This year you have accepted the plan
again, and it stands as the rule until
rejected. Many of you did not vote for
this budget, but a majority of your
friends did. I hope each of you will
realize your responsibility of abiding by
majority rule and will support this
system. I know that the individual as
sessment seems large and knocks a hole
in your allowance, but it isn’t con
sidered to be greater than you would
choose to give to charitable organiza
tions in a year’s duration. This is not a
matter of your giving. I’m sure each of
you would make contributions to the
drives. This is a matter of organization
and system. Let’s all support our choice
and meet our obligations in the spirit
of service, remembering we live as
much as we give.—Patsy Emory
ORCHIDS TO THE S. G.!
Dear Editor,
“Pooh to our Student Gov’t. Council!
They’re nothing but a bunch of sharp
nosed, prying-eyed monitors whose goal
is to catch every student in at least six
mistakes each semester. They never do
nothin’ for the student body and I’m
sick of the whole bunch!” Do you ever
hear that said on the Meredith campus?
Have you ever even thought it your
self? You can bet your life the answer’s
“No!” And you can find many reasons
that explain why the answer would be
negative.
Of course the first point that pops in
our minds would be fee new privileges
the council just handed to us on a silver
platter. Wasn’t that thrilling?—but let’s
remember for a moment that Margie
didn’t just up and suggest the hew
hours to the council, who immediately
passed them and presented them to us.
Remember—and be grateful—that the
‘Pres.’ took the suggestions made by
members of the student body, then
worked with them in the council until
they were ready to be taken to “Higher
Councils.” In thinking on this let us
realize that we owe it to both councils
to abide strictly by these rules—using
but not misusing them.
Aren’t the transfers happy (for the
second point)? It was very depressing
for them, after having been in college
for one, two, or three years, to have to
live within freshman privileges, so they
looked over the situation of the student
body and its student council and re
alized that they’d get immediate atten
tion for their proposal. And they did!
We’re happy, too, with pencil
sharpers, better call-down system, tele
phone in day students room, and the
like.
I’m thinking of something else, dear
editor, and am wondering what we’re
going to do about it. That is—our be
havior in chapel. We can do something
about it, you know, and without too
much trouble on our part—just a little
thinking every day about 10:30. A little
thinking and a great deal of quietening
down to give attention to the speaker!
It’s the only polite thing to do! And its
Day Doins’
By DOTTIE
Dear Everybody,
We day girls have a phone now. Just
call us anytime; we always welcome
any communication, especially from
handsome State b—, ”Oh, a call for
me? Probably some good looking —
h-e-l-l-ooo, yes. Mother, I’m sorry I for
got; I’m come right home and feed the
pigs.”
The other day I walked into D. S. No.
2 and found everybody in a dither—a
most unusual situation. With one hun
dred people all talking at one time, I
found it rather hard to follow the trend
of conversation. I did find out that
“Dimples” Copper, Kitty Pool, and
Honey Parker attended the Carolina
homecoming game last week; that
Daphine Stephenson had a fine time at
the Wake Forest-Clemson game; and
that Charlotte Taylor and Hilda Beck
had a lot to talk about concerning the
State-Virginia Tech game. Babs Todd
was still remembering the fun she had
at the “Shoe and Slipper” at Duke,
while Anne Brigman and the cheering
squad were rehearsing the cheers for
State’s next game. ,
In a comparatively unpopulated
corner of the room, I thought I saw
Eleanor Cothran, “T” Childress, Mari
lyn Rosser, and Doris Anne Atkins
studying, but I put on some glasses and
saw that in reality it was Betsy Miles,
Connie Byrne, Jackie Norris, and B. B.
Ballenger. Sensing the utter impossi
bility of such a situation, I discovered
that I had on Joann LaRue’s glasses.
Knowing that now I was just about at
the end of my rope, I put on my own
glasses and went to the library. When I
saw “Duck” Hall, Martha Martin, Jean
Leonard and Anne Hoots beating a fast
retreat to D. S. No. 2 to phone the eye
doctor, I found that I didn’t have a
chance; for the “Good Old Mountain
Music,” “Hysterical,” “Bridge,” and “I
Am to Be Pitied Most of All’ societies
were holding their daily meetings
simultaneously.
Some days it does not pay to get
up.—“Oh, a telephone call for little me?
It’s probably some handsome TK—yes,
Mother, I know they are starving; I’m
coming right now—”
See you again, Dottie.
HERE AND THERE
In Other Papers
By PHYLLIS NOTTINGHAM
The old saying “things improve with
age” surely applies to Meredith. Isn’t
it grand that we have later hours?
Now Meredith girls won’t have to come
tearing up the drive from Roy’s to make
it by the 10:30 deadline.
Not only are good things happening
here at Meredith, but in Wisconsin a
professor of sociology suggested that
the school set up lakeside benches for
love-making under supervised condi
tions. But both the dean of men and the
dean of women rejected such a pro
posal. Too bad—now the prolonged
“goodnight” must take place in front of
the dorms.
Meredith and U. N. C. have at least
one thing in common—the latest “uke”
and songs. At both places, students can
be found strumming out the hillbilly
“On Top of Old Smokey,” as well' as
various others. Girls, you just aren’t in
the know, unless you own a “uke.”
Over at Wake Forest, the girls let the
males know how it feels to walk up a
street with a pair of eyes following
their every step. About seventy-five co
eds lined both sides of the street the
other night just before supper time. A
few brave males ventured down the
middle of the street — only to be
whistled at, yelled at, and followed
with many pairs of eyes. The thing that
really got the boys was the girls yelling
“Chicken! Chicken!” However this
treatment was of little value, for after
the girls had gone back to their dorms,
males lined up the streets (as usual)
until movie time.
Borrowed from “The Tiger” of Clem-
son is the following joke:
A clever man tells a woman he un
derstands her. A stupid one tries to
prove it.
a good way to show our Student Gov
ernment that we appreciate them—and
want them to keep working for us!
—Shirley Bone.
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Noticed all the bags and hags lately?
It doesn’t matter. No one could look
fresh as a daisy after marching in the
gray dawn for weeks. And then, of
course, there’s the freshman who has
four mid-semester tests next week.
All this hurly-burly would have been
avoided for one class if they had not
discarded one suggestion. They would
be warmer too if they wore long black
flannels and filed up the drive as
“Night.” Aw! who minds a few goose
pimples.
“Stringfield Roof Garden — which
rose do you want to speak to?” Some
one on third thinks highly of her hall
and uses the telephone for publicity.
Someone on another third floor has a
lower opinion of her hall-mates. Hey!
We’re “Angels,” remember!
Will someone please tell the boy
friend of a primary education major
that painting pictures and reading “The
Farmer in the Dell” are only part of her
homework? He only laughs at her when
she says that she has to study.
Did you ever think that you could go
to the movies and see the whole show
without starting at 6:30? Last Friday
night everyone was so dilirious about
staying out so late that the proctors had
to go out and tell them that it was
eleven o’clock. Now those girls know
why the extra five minutes was called
“grace.”
Lots of people come to college in
order to have a leaving-place for the
week-ends. Life for the others is usually
one continuous week-end!
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EDITORIAL STAFF
Editor Nancy Walker
Assistant Editor Beverly Batchelor
Associate Editors j Hough
I Pat Smathers
Managing Editors j Barbara Schettler
/ Jean Taylor
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Music Editor Jane Slate
Sports Editor Joanne LaRue
Photo Editor Elsie Williams
Columnists | Micky Bowen
(Dot Helms
Reporters — Doris Perry, Joan Langley,
Sally Melvin, Elizabeth Hamrick, Anne
O’Quinn, Phyllis Nottingham, Rosalyn
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Hart, Ann Seagrove, Betty Ann High-
smith.
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