Page four THE TWIG March 28, 1952 / , The alumnae office brings brings several notes to the atten tion of Meredith students. Miss Mae Grimmer is attending the meeting today of the Dur ham chapter of the Meredith Alumnae Association. At the meeting, which is being held at the home of Dr. Eleanor Rodwell, Mrs. J. W. Bunn will speak on her European tour of last sum mer. “MID-CENTURY WOMAN” (Continued from page one) the Nation’s Strength.” At 10:30 a.m. the coffee hour will be turned into the Mad Tea Party spon sored by the home economics department, Miss Ellen Brewer in charge. At 11:30, Dr. Eliza- Mr. and Mrs. James Porter, Jr., of Zebulon, announce the birth of a son, James Brian, on February 23, 1951. Mrs. Porter is the former Miss Eloise Frets. Several ’51 graduates have been married recently. Among them is Daphne Bordeaux, now Mrs. Marcellus B. Pope, III, who is living in Columbia, S. C. Leigh Hicks is now Mrs. Charles Walker Finch and is living in Texas. Margaret Swann is mar ried to Lt. Ralph Norman Jones, U.S.A., and lives in Missouri. Two other newlyweds are Mrs. Lawrence C. Clark, Jr., Nee Margaret Mullican, and Carol Parker, who is now Mrs. Albert Stuart and lives in Winston- Salem, N. C. A former Meredith student of the year 1930-31 has recenlty had published a drawing book for children, “The Easy Way.” She is Mrs. Velna Wingate Wil der of Gaffney, S. C. FROSH AND SOPHS ALSO PARTICIPATE IN JUNIOR-SENIOR MRS. R. BRUCE WILKINS beth Vaughan, head of the Soci ology Department, will speak on “Woman’s Changing Status.” Luncheon in the dining hall is scheduled for 12:30 p.m. At 2:00 p.m. Dr Lillian P. Wallace will speak on “Woman and In ternational Affairs.” To close the seminar, at 3:00 p.m.. Dr. E. McNeill Poteat of the Pullen Memorial Church will summa rize with “The Integrated Wom an.” By KATHERINE WAYNICK April 19 will be a big day for the juniors and seniors—the date for Junior-Senior. It will hold the interest of the sophomores and freshmen too, for they will participate in the event. Whether you witness the pro cession of cloud-clad “angels” and their “men of the hour” from a third Stringfield window or a second Vann balcony, the thrill will be the same—that is, if it doesn’t rain! The freshmen who will serve the tables will get a close-up view of the festivi ties—the dresses, the band, the food, and the men! Sophomores and freshmen will present the entertainment planned by a junior committee. The secret of the theme and its accompanying plans is being kept from the seniors as well as from the general public. The juniors will find great joy in seeing the surprise and delight in the faces of the seniors as they enter the dining hall. There are evening dresses to be bought, invitations to be sent, and much work to be done in preparation. We’re all looking forward to the big day. Book Review EDITOR WRITES E\S1DE STORY OF TREMAI^^ The Man of Independence by Jonathan Daniels, Philadelphia, J. B. Llpplncott Company, 1950, 370 pp. Not only a presentation of the life of Harry S. Truman, Presi dent of the United States, but also an amazingly clear picture of the inside workings of the po litical machine, more specifically the Democratic political ma chine, is Jonathan Daniels’ book, “The Man of Independence.” In it the author has portrayed Mr. President as businessman, farm er, judge of Jackson County, and finally, as the executive head of the American government. In presenting his story he has shown a Harry Truman who held in admiration such men as Tom Pendergast, Joseph Stalin, and Justice Louis D. Brandeis. He has shown the consistent New Deal er, not Tom Pendergast’s “office boy.” And by presenting so thorough a picture of inside pol itics, the reader comes to a new and deeper understanding of such figures as Franklin D. Roosevelt, James Byrnes, Tom Pendergast, Henry Wallace, and others. One is sometimes tempted to feel that the author is slightly prejudiced by such statements as “Harry Truman’s story is not average but it is symbolic;” he may arouse indignation among certain of our population by comparing the Byrnes-Truman situation with an earlier, now sacred, incident in history as the John Alden-Miles Standish re lationship following the return answer of Priscilla Mullens; he may cause some smiles by his frequent comparisons of Truman to other great figures in history, such as Winston Churchill; he may appear too pro-Truman when he endorses a statement such as (quote Truman): “You can understand the Russian sit uation if you understand Jack son County.” But most important of all this book is an analysis of a product of the American genius, a system unique in history, made by an American familiar with his na tive heritage and the personality of the American people. One can not help but feel both admira tinn and oride in both Mr. Tru man of Independence, President and the system of government which he represents. Barbara White By SHELLEY MILLICAN The Meredith chapter of the Music Educators’ National Con ference has recently received several new members into its organization. The membership is primarily made of students go ing into the teaching profession; however, any student taking music education courses is eligi ble. The M. E. N. C. is having a national convention in Philadel phia this week. Miss Forrestine Whitaker will be present for the entire convention. All the Mere dith music student teachers are teaching in Raleigh schools this week in order that the regular teachers may attend the M. E. N. C. convention. The Meredith student teachers usu ally teach at Cary. Most of us looked forward to hearing Kirsten Flagstad, who was on the Civic Music program Thursday night, March 27. Flag stad, who came to Raleigh two years ago, is said to be one of the world’s greatest Wagnerian sopranos. Yes! It’s true! Many of you will want to listen to Stuart Pratt’s broadcast each Sunday afternoon. He has a thirty-min ute program at 3:00 p.m. over WPTF. We are delighted to know this and wish him much success. The S. A. I.’s have just invited several new members into their organization. We’ll be looking forward to Barbara Bone’s voice recital, which is tonight, March 28, at 8:00 p.m. COMMUTERS' LINK By CHARLOTTE TAYLOR SILVER SHIELD (Continued from page one) Since its infancy in 1933 thous ands of college girls have wit nessed the impressive tapping ceremonies that honored the se lect few who were most success ful in fulfilling the requirements for membership — leadership, Christian character, scholarship, and service. This spring under the adviser- ship of Dr. Roger Crook and Miss Julia Harris, four Mere dith seniors, Dwan Swindell, Rosalyn Poole, Jean Miller, and Sally Clark were tapped for membership into the Silver Shield, increasing its member ship to eleven. “Scholarship is not the main qualification for membership,” explains Sally Massey, presi dent. “To be eligible, however, a student must have earned 90 quality points by the end of her sophomore year, 112 by the end of the first semester of her junior year, or 157 by the end of the first semester of her senior year. When the list of stu dents who have met these four qualifications is compiled by the Silver Shield, it is sent to the faculty for approval. However, the Silver Shield itself makes the final selections.” Sally Clark, who is majoring in art and minoring in educa tion, plans to teach art in the public school next year. At Meredith she has been a mem ber of the “Acorn” and the TWIG staffs, a freshman coun sellor and treasurer of Phi so ciety. Dwan Swindell, a religion and sociology major, is not definite about her future plans. At Mere dith she has been president of Faircloth dormitory. Rosalyn Poole, a primary edu cation major, is serving as vice- )resident of the Student Govern ment. After graduating she plans to either teach or enter social work. Hi Kids! Since Spring is with us again, and thoughts naturally turn to the opposite sex, I would relate an experience that turned me against the opposite sex. It all started late one summer afternoon. “Another day, another dol lar,” I gasped, as I fell inside the front door. I had had a hard day at the office. “My goodness,” said my moth er, “you do look tired. Perhaps you shouldn’t work any more this summer.” “Oh, I’ll live. Mother,” I said, “I will forget all this misery and suffering when I am able to pur chase my winter wardrobe. Visions of a nice, cool bath, some clean P. J.’s and a com fortable bed, ran through my mind. I was feeling considerably better when the phone rang. “Thanks, kiddo, but I really can’t date anyone for you to night. I had a beastly day, and besides my hair is straight. “I wish you would call some one else, I have nothing to wear. “But I hate to borrow clothes, and besides Mother probably has something for me to do. “O. K., don’t get nasty. I don’t see why you can’t go on without me. We aren’t Siamese twins. “I know I’m your best friend! Well, all right, but he’d better be a knockout.” (Oh, little did I know, gentle reader, that I was the knocked out. ) I’d done my freshly-ironed (2 weeks ago) burlap dress, my VILLAGE THEATRE CAMERON VILLAGE Now Playing JEANNE CRAIN — m — "THE MODEL AND THE MARRIAGE BROKER' Coming Wednesday! AVA GARDNER JAMES MASON — in "THE LOVES OF PANDORA" sandals, and pinned a large flower over most of my straggly hair. I was lovely! I was ready to meet my fate. My friend burst into the room, her face an uncontrollable mask of mirth. She collapsed on the bed and rolled over and over. “O. K.,” I said. “Spill it. Is he two feet tall, bald, and adorned in knickers, or more horrible than one is able to describe?” “He’s four feet six, but that’s not the worst part.” “Well, I thought height in cluded most of a person,” I said, as I quietly removed my burlap. “I’ve never dated midgets, and I’m not starting now.” “Don’t be a squarehead,” she said, wiping her eyes. “Who’s square?” I am usually very amicable, but this would test the poise of the most able.” “We’ll go somewhere where no one will see you,” she said, pleadingly. » “I’m not worried about my self,” I said. He was all she had said, and more. I looked down into his little face, and said, “I’m glad to know you, friend,” for I knew our relationship could be nothing more. “Thanks,” he said. “Let’s go.” As he moved toward the door, I noticed his feet. They were long enough to be P. T. boats, and were enclosed in a startling ar rangement of black and white leather. Poor soul, I thought. Someone has pounded his head once too often, and the feet have gotten all of the height. One Week Starting SUNDAY JANE RUSSELL VICTOR MATURE — in — "THE LAS VEGAS STORY' DONALD DUCK CARTOON srm JAMES E.THIEM SEE US FOR YOUR EASTER CARDS DIAL 2-2913 - 7281 107-109 Fayetteville Street Raleigh, N. C. When we were settled com fortably in the car, he rubbed his hands together and said, “I feel just like a rousing game or two of minature golf.” “Oh,” I said, “Please, I feel more in the mood for a nice, long drive. It’s so refreshing to ride and ride, and breathe in the aroma of Mother Nature.” “Boy, I didn’t know I was dating a poet,” he said, nudging me in the ribs “Ha, ha, ha,” several times turning to the backseat to see if his wittiness was being appreciated. All the while I kept a nauseous smile on my face, which I hoped he took for my mysterious nature. As it turned out, he was a shoe salesman, and evidently, his own best customer. We took every shoe available apart and put it back together during the course of our ride (conversationally, of course). When we finally arrived home, he stopped the car and moved toward me. He was evi dently seeking affection. “Please,” I said. “Let us not stain this beautiful friendship that this night we have shared. I shall always remember you and these moments. I must go in.” I gave a kangaroo leap and knew no more. I had hit my head on the door. The next day my co-workers asked me smilingly if I had been beating my head against a wall. “Yes,” I replied, and began to file No. 36492.