THE TWIG
May 2, 1952
WHY INTEREST WEEK?
Vocational Interest Week. What is it?
Of what value is it? Just where does it
fit into the life of the Meredith student?
This week, brought to our campus filled
with the thoughts of vital interest to
many students presented by speakers
well-informed in their respective fields,
is one in which the choice of a vocation
rises into the limelight. It emphasizes
the question: What vocation will we
choose? During this week we may dis
cover some hidden interest heretofore
unnoticed and unsung that will point
out the way to a life-long vocation. In
our lives we have drifted complacently
along thinking, “Well, someday I’ll de
cide what I want to be in life.” But that
someday never seems to arrive. We
forget the sage statement; “What we
are to be we are now becoming.” The
time for decision is rapidly nearing,
and it is only through discussion of var
ious jobs that we begin to understand
them better. You say you think that you
are interested in newspaper work. Only
one trained in the thorough school of
experience can point out the advan
tages and disadvantages of the work
that lies behind those startling head
lines. Or if you have always liked re
ligious or social work or think you
might like to teach music to eager
young minds, the help given by one
already employed in that field may
prove invaluable. Of what value is vo
cational interest week? We hardly
know, for returns do not appear imme
diately in tangible form. They may be
shown weeks, months, or even years
later when a former Meredith student
says, “I really don’t know why I chose
this work. I think I first realized that
I was interested in it one week at Mere
dith—Vocational Interest Week, I think
it was. The speaker told us just what
the work was, and I thought I would
like to do it.” Then the value is ap
parent. Learning what the occupational
duties are, the job-openings, financial
opportunities, the training required,
and returns in the form of personal
satisfaction and enjoyment, all of which
help students in their all-important
choice of a life’s work—therein lies the
value of Vocational Interest Week.
Leah Olive Scarborough.
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EDITORIAL STAFF
Editor Doris Perry
Assistant Editor Joan Langley
Managing Editors Bobbie Addy, Marjorie
Blankenship, Nancy Brown
Photo Editor Elinor Averre
Art Editor Ann Bruton
Music Editor Betty Miller
Sports Editor Lorrette Oglesby
Columnists Bobbye Rice, Alyce Epley,
Charlotte Taylor
Reporters Allen Hart, Celia Wells,
Becky Calloway, Ann Ipock, Louise
Edge, Joyce Stephens, Leah Scarborough,
Evelyn Boone, Georganne Joyner, Ruth
Jeanne Allen, Beth Morgan, Nancy Hall,
Barbara White, Betty Smith
Typists Joyce Phillips, Janne Dawson,
Mary Ann Casey, Joyce Brown
Faculty Sponsor Dr. Norma Rose
BUSINESS STAFF
Busineat Manager Venetia Stallings
Advertising Manager Shirley West
Advertising Staff Marjorie Stewart,
Shirley McLean, Sara Mangum, Jane
Campbell, Pat Allen, Joan Haithwaite,
Peggy Bennett
Circulation Manager Janis Witherington
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I assume that a good time was had by-
all who participated in Playday. From
all reports I would say so, at any rate.
In fact, I don’t see why we don’t have
a work day, too. (All readers who are
working on practice sets, term papers
or unknowns—please put dovvn your
weapons!) What I mean to say is that I
think it would be fun to take a half
day off for campus fix-it day. We
could start with our rooms. Maybe give
a prize to the room with the greatest
improvement. Should this plan take
root. I’d like to suggest that a tele
vision set be the prize.
You may laugh at that, but here s
something really funny, overheard in
Shakespeare class. “I think something
horrible should have happened to lago.
I mean, I know he died and went to Hell,
but I think he should have had some
horrible torture or something.”
In a sociology class last week we were
being told the difference between status
and role. It seems that one’s role de
cides whether they’re the type person
to pop bubble gum on the street or the
type to pop it in the seclusion of their
room. Status is determined by how
much bubble gum one can buy with
money or prestige.
I really can’t resist passing one of Dr.
Johnson’s favorite anecdotes on to you.
It seems she noticed an amusing artis
tic effort on a desk top. It was composed
of a single tombstone at the head of a
grave. On the stone were scratched
the words—“Here I died—.waiting for
the bell to ring.”
I think I’ll end this noise except for
saying that the Government would
clear up a lot of debts if they’d only
put a 20 per cent tax on the wages of
The Twin is the college newspaper of Mere
dith College. tUIeigh. North Carolina, and as such
U one o the three major publications of the InsU-
tutlon—the other two being The Acorn, the literarr
magazine, and The Oak Leaves, the collem annual.
Meredith College is an accredited senior liberal
arts college tor women located in the capital city
of North Carolina. It confers the Bachelor of Arts
the Bachelor of Music dcn-ces. The coUeM
offOra majors In twenty-one flelds including music,
art, business and home eoooosnlcs.
lOSl Hm tastltiitlaa has been a member
eg gha Sowthssn Association of Colleges and Seeon-
dary Tha college holds membership In
^e AsaosAstlen of Ammricen Colleges and the
■oath Carolina College Conference. Graduates of
Sisodtth Oo&sgs are ellgihls for membership la
AmsricMi Association of University Woman.
Tke MsIMnllns is a liberal arts menaber of the
Ifattn—' Asaoeiation of Sohools of Muaia.
LETTER TO STUDENTS
As long as there are no perfect people
there will be no perfect school campus,
newspaper, or group relationship. The
Twig, however, through the years has
taken courageous stands which might
influence and challenge its readers. Des
pite criticism and discouragement, our
campus journalists have tried to ana
lyze local situations and formulate ideas
and opinions.
An elected campus editor is a demo
cratic way of being assured that lead
ership represents the sentiments of the
majority of the student body. As a mem
ber of that important student group this
individual is placed in a position of re
sponsibility and leadership.
She must assume the thankless job
of recording campus activities for per
manent reference, of striving to keep
grammar and English fundamentals in
accordance with Meredith standards,
and of reworking materials slated for
publication. She has the heart warm
ing experience of working with co-op
erative staff members who will stop at
nothing to see each issue become
worthy of school pride.
The Meredith student body has al
ready expressed an interest in a sound
campus paper by electing a new editor
who is capable of fulfilling the responsi
bility of the task and displaying the
leadership which will be required of
her.
With the backing of a dependable
staff and an alert student body, Doris
Perry can and will use the Twig to
spread “lux” in keeping with the best
Meredith tradition.
J. R.
Ed. Note:
Editing a paper is no easy job, as
Joan and I have discovered from one
issue’s experience. We need and wel
come ideas and suggestions from you.
Spring is bustin’ out all over Mere
dith now—notice the tans, the cotton
dresses, the plans for beach trips. Get
ting that tan is apt to be a problem,
particularly for those who simply can’t
find time to lie out in the sun and those
whose skins won’t do anything but burn
and peel. “The Belles” of Saint Mary’s
pictures spring thus;
“Sunbath
Neglected math;
Legs oiled
Blankets soiled.
Idle chats
Such cats!
Peroxide
Curls dyed.
Bangs cut
Tut, tut!
Spring’s sprung
Fever’s brung!”
“In the spring a young man’s fancy
lightly turns to thoughts of love,” and
what does a young woman’s fancy turn
to? Why, men, just as in the other three
seasons! But men—what are they? “The
Belles” says
Men are what women marry.
They have two hands, two feet.
And sometimes two wives, but
Never more than one idea and
One collar button all the time.
Making a husband out of a man
Is the highest plastic art known
To civilization. It requires science.
Sculpture, common sense, faith,
Hope, and charity.
If you flatter a man, you scare
Him to death. If you let
Him make love to you, he tires
Of you in the end;
And if you don’t he tires of
You in the beginning.
If you are the clinging vine
Type, he doubts whether you
Have a brain, and if you are a
Modern, advanced, and
Independent woman, he doubts
Whether you have a heart. ^
To get serious for a moment, an idea
for a session of private thought each
week has been advocated by Beverly
Baylor of the Daily Tar Heel. An eval
uation of the difficulties of putting
the idea into practice are in the edi
torial, which follows:
ON RECAPITULATION
Every student should add a weekly
afternoon of private thought to his ex
tra-curriculum.
The main purpose of education is to
teach people how to think.
From Monday until Friday, students
are filled with a conglomerate of facts
on various subjects. This fact-gather
ing process is valuable, but it does not
stand alone. If we are not able to
weave this objective matter into every
day situations for the purpose of form
ulating opinion and creating for our
selves some general philosophy, educa
tion’s mission is lost.
Professors do not allow time for such
assimilation. A lot of instructors are
leaders of the Marathon Union and put
their workers on a 12-hour day with
overtime at night required.
Perhaps this general student-think
ing strike could be remedied if union
leaders would set aside one day a week
for free assignment.
Everybody needs a catch-all day.
We need time to do a little reading. We
ought to be able to borrow a few hours
from graduation requirements in order
to plan and direct our lives.
The problem is this: Too many stu
dents are drowning in facts with no
channels for an S.O.S. (Significance of
Subjects).
Currently it’s not the quality that
counts. It’s the points.
I close with this little thought from
the Bold Venture — hope it never
happens to you!
He walked her to the front door
She whispered with a sigh,
“I’ll be home tomorrow night ”
He answered, “So will I.”