Pace two
THE TWIG
February 16, 1951
A CLEAI\ SLATE
Well, here we go again, girls, on a
new semester. All of that fast cram
ming and those “I-never-heard-of-this-
before” exams are over. How did you
come out? Were you pleased with the
results? If not, now’s the time to do
something about it.
Maybe you weren’t too proud of that
D on English or that F on math. One
of the nice things about exams (and
I’ll admit they are few) is that you
have a new, clean, little slate on which
to start all over again when they are
over. Oh, I know, you don’t have to
worry about exams for another whole
three months. But remember how
quickly last semester slipped by? And
the best way to keep from worrying
about that “day of reckoning” coming
up in June is to start balancing your
books now.
Have you ever had to make an ex
temporaneous speech? Well, if you’re
no better at it than I am, you know what
a helpless feeling you get when the
fatal moment arrives. You keep saying
to yourself, “If I had just had time to
make an outline.” Have you ever seen
an actor play a part without first learn
ing the lines? Neither can you play a
successful role in our production this
spring if you don’t start learning your
part now. Sure, your social life is
mighty important. I think it’s just as
important to develop your social life as
well as your intellectual life, but re
member to balance the scales. And
you’ll be terribly glad you turned down
that date to study for that big test when
those papers are returned.
And incidentally, this advice is as
much for me as it is for you, for I’ve
found out that although Hadacol can
cure almost everything, it isn’t half as
good for exam fever as several doses of
study taken at regular intervals for
three months preceding the attack.
D. C.
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Dear Editor,
In the January nineteenth issue of
The Twig there appeared a very timely
letter to the editor about eighteen-year-
olds voting. The author of this letter was
very well informed on the facts, and
she also presented her material so that
anyone would be able to understand her
point of view. I am also very much in
favor of permitting eighteen-year-olds
to vote. In the same issue of The Twig
there appeared, however, a poll on this
vital question in which some very “im
mature” answers and reasons were ex
pressed against this measure.
The state of North Carolina will, ac
cording to its law, send an individual of
the state to public school until he is
eighteen years of age. This seemingly
shows us that the leaders of the state
think that an individual is capable of
taking care of himself after reaching
this age. The majority of the youth of
North Carolina are on their own after
eighteen and only a small percentage
finish college.
In one of the negative answers in The
Twig the author said: “The average
eighteen-year-old doesn’t have enough
education to vote; he should know more
history and government in order to vote
intelligently.” I would like to know
where these people who can not con
tinue their education are supposed to
learn more about history and govern
ment. They do have newspapers which
they will read as much at eighteen as
they will at twenty-one. In high school
they are at least presented the idea of
government and are more interested in
it while it is fresh in their minds than
after they have been “out on the world”
for several years.
Another opponent of this measure
said she doesn’t feel “. . . that the aver
age eighteen-year-old knows enough
about the political side of his govern
ment and its good and bad participants
to be allowed to vote.” If the student
would look at the matter she would
realize that very few persons know the
good and bad participants as the bad
do their best to appear good and unless
one is on the inside of the “participant’s”
group one has very little way of finding
out such things. The best we can do is
take both sides, no matter what our
age, and decide which to us is the better.
This is the problem that faces all ages,
and surely by the time one reaches
eighteen years of age he should be able
to make up his own mind on matters. If
he can’t, it is certainly time he was
made to.
The most often mentioned reason for
not favoring this bill was “immaturity.”
Immaturity is a problem which faces
us from the time we hit high school and
continues with us through life. There
are many adults today who are faced
with the prolplem of immaturity on
certain subjects. I agree that one .be
comes more mature usually upon the
completion of high school and either
begin working or continuing studies.
This, however is because students are
away from home where their parents
very rightly had carried out the duty of
giving parental advice and care. Voting
is a privilege which would strengthen
and speed up this process of maturing.
Sincerely,
Peggy Benbow.
By PHYLLIS NOTTINGHAM
The Twig ts 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 Acorn 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
Heradlth College are eligible for membership in
the American Association of University Women.
The institution is a liberal arts member of the
National AssociaUon of Schools of Music.
Letters are nearly always welcomed
by their recipients particularly if they
are of the type usually written by at
tractive members of the opposite sex.
There are also letters of the type that
came to all of us about two weeks ago,
but they are horses of another color and
are unrelated to our present pursuit.
Although the rumor has been around
that looking over another’s mail is not
quite sanctioned by the Federalists, it
is interesting to note the kinds of letters
that some people receive. For instance,
“Gup” receives long fat ones from the
northeast and Barbara Todd receives
letters of manuscript weight and length.
There is one series of letters received,
the contents of which are so singular in
their subtle quality that they must be
shared. Without further ado, here are
its contents:
Dear (the name must be omitted
here to prevent fictitious embar
rassment),
Please send back my frat pin,
also the piece of coat that was
snatched off with it. I’m cold.
—Ethelburt.
Dear ,
Please forward the pearls and
diamond you neglected to send back
in my pin. Their absence makes a
draft through the pin. I’m still
cold.
—Ethelburt.
Now we must turn to other matters,
since the rest of the day students have
their mail sent home. They foxed me.
If we already weren’t convinced that
mid-winter is here, we need only note
the dances described by that name that
are going on everywhere. Virginia Wal
drop and Joanna Wilson were attend
ing the ones at State, while Barbara
.Todd, Mary Jo Shaw, and Secunda
Parker journeyed to Carolina for last
week’s affair. Daphine Stephenson went
to mid-winters at Wake Forest last week.
Other news is that we’ve lost three
of our number to the ranks of the resi
dents—Connie Byrne, Jean Leonard,
and Bobbie Anne Hall; however, we
have gained some new members —
Louise George, transfer from Mars Hill;
Sugar Riley, special student from State;
and Betty Lokey, graduate student
from Carolina.
Back to mail before we go. Several
others receive lots of letters these days
too—daily post cards from the library.
See you again,
Dottie.
HERE AND THERE
In Other Papers
In a recent issue of the Davidson
newspaper appears a crop, or should we
say rash, of jokes about students and
professors. One of these goes like this:
Jack: Wonder where he got the
idea he’s a professor? Everybody
hates him. He doesn’t have any idea
of how to teach. He starts off on
one subject and then veers to an
other. You can’t keep notes.
Harry: Yeah, I flunked too.
And, along the same lines, another
one:
Teacher: Bill, it gives me great
pleasure to mark you 85 on your
final exam.
Exams are over. Pollyanna said that
she misses all the free time she had dur
ing them.
Registration is over. Pollyanna said
that she really enjoyed the long hours
in line, for she got to know the girls
around her so well.
Classes have started. Pollyanna said
that she was glad that she didn’t hear
about cuts not being counted the first
week until after she got out of class
Saturday, because she might have been
tempted to sleep Saturday morning.
Required concerts have started. Polly
anna gushed that she was so glad be
cause she just loved “culture”!
Valentine’s Day flew by on the tips of
Cupid’s wings. Pollyanna gave a watery
smile and said that she was glad she
didn’t get any candy because she didn’t
want to add calories to her hips, and
red roses would have given her hay
fever. Besides, she just loved comic
valentines!
A required lecture is tonight. Last
week Pollyanna said that she was so
glad to finally have something different
to do on dates, especially something to
do on campus because she hated going
into the cruel world.
But Pollyanna isn’t going to the lec
ture. Pollyanna has ceased living here;
Pollyanna has ceased being glad; Polly
anna has become deceased.
Some people just don’t like being
glad!
Bill: Well now, why not make it
100 and give yourself a real thrill?
At a college named Cooper Union
recently, an English professor declared
that it would be “morally wrong” for
him to advise reading the classics in this
noisy time of entertainment by ma
chinery.
“If you tried David Cooperfield,” he
declared, “you would get restive; you
would think of all the other things you
might be doing more consistent with
your daily environment — looking at
television, listening to the radio, going
to the movies.” No comment!
From the Clemson “Tiger”:
“Don’t you know better than to point
an empty rifle at me?” growled the
officer.
“But sir,” the recruit answered, “it
isn’t empty!”
The Northeastern “News” in Boston
has offered a few tips to students who
want to be a success in collgee. Tips
include:
“Look alert, take notes. If you look
at your watch, don’t stare at it unbe
lievingly and shake it.”
“Bring the professor newspaper clip
pings. Demonstrate daily interest and
give him timely items to mention in
class; bring in any clippings at ran
dom.”
“Laugh at his jokes. You can tell . . .
If he looks up from his notes and
smiles expectantly, he has made a
funny.”
“Ask for outside reading. You don’t
have to do it. Just ask for it!”
A PROCLAMATION
Hear Ye! Hear Ye! Hear Ye! inas
much as there are numerous male
creatures on the Appalachian campus
who daily refuse to take advantage of
their dating prerogative, and inasmuch
as the present APPALACHIAN staff
agrees with past staffs that something
should be done to give the females a
break, we do hereby, in the interest of
both sexes on this campus, proclaim the
week of February 12 through February
18 as “S. P. Week,” during which time
all students (and faculty members) are
expected to conform to the rules and
principles set forth at the instigation of
this time-honored custom.
We issue this proclamation in the be
lief that every person, male or female,
has at sometime wished that his or her
situation in life were changed. What
man has not wanted, if for no other
reason than a financial one, a girl to
escort him around? Or, on the other
hand, what girl has not longingly said,
“Yowie, how I’d like to latch on to that
hunk of man!” Thus it is that we pro
claim “S. P. Week” in the hope that it
will temporarily serve as a panacea to
the present repressed longings on the ^
part of various and sundry individuals,
and thus do we call attention to the
rules governing such courtin’ condi
tions.
1. No boy under any circumstances
must ask a girl for a date. She’ll ask
you if she really wants to date you.
2. Every girl is asked to date some
fellow at least once, if for only a meal in
the cafeteria. (Think of all the poor
guys who might be neglected!)
3. All show fares, soft drink expendi
tures, etc., will be paid by the girls. This
sounds hard to do, but it’s what every
man does all the time.
4. Men, don’t get the big head if a
girl asks you for a date. She is prob
ably trying to kill a little time.
5. Women, don’t monopolize only '
athletes and the present campus heroes.
There are lots of other guys around.
6. Everyone is requested to help en
force these rules by a frequent check
up on his neighbor’s social affairs.
7. All dates may be made anywhere
and under all circumstances, inclusive
of the fact that some of the males may
be in the company of their “steadies.”
8. The term “S. P.,” may be tech
nically taken to mean “secret passion”
but this publication is not responsible
for any deviation.
9. All activities will naturally con
form with college rules and regulations. ,
—“The Appalachian.”