December 17, 1954
THE TWIG
Page three
Christmas Spirit High as Students Make Holiday Plans
Somebody dug following poem out of an ancient copy of a Twig
and since it is Christmas time again, I’ll reprint it. Think you’ll enjoy it.
Sorry I couldn’t find out who wrote it.
Twas a night around Christmas, when all through the dorms,
Not a creature was stirring, ’cept a few bookworms;
The socks were all hung on the radiator with care
In hopes they’d be dry when morning was there.
The freshmen were rolled all snug in their beds.
While nightmares of English tests danced in their heads.
Roornmate in my nightgown and I in her red number
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s slumber;
When was down the hall there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Across to the door I flew like a flash.
Pulled off a doomob, ran off in a dash.
The moon on the breast of imaginary snow.
Gave a luster of mid-day in a dismal glow.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
But an object in a tree; we trembled with fear!
With an old beat-up hat, and mask awfully large,
I knew in a flash it was no one but George.
More rapid than eagles the hall proctor came.
And she whistled, and shouted, and called us by name;
Now Jody, now Betsy, now Weasey, and Julie
On Pender, on Lee, and on, Evelyn and Doolie!
To your rooms hurry on, get quiet on the hall!
Now, dash away, dash away, dash away, all!
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly.
So ran the students and with the hall proctor’s sigh,
All quieted down; once more there was calm.
‘George got away’— the night watchman’s qualm.
Then in a twinkling, I heard lots of noise:
The running and whispering of four college boys.
As I looked out of the window and was peering around.
They were runnnig on tiptoe, down the path with a bound.
Gold and black were their colors; Wake Forest, no doubt!
I wondered what all the commotion was about.
A'bucket of paint they carried with care.
And a flashlight cut sharply the still night air.
They hid in the bushes as they heard some brief sounds;
It was only the night watchman making his rounds.
I watched them no farther; they were soon out of sight.
It was easy to guess what was happening, all right!
The water tank once again would be climbed.
And I said to myself, it was pretty well timed.
How long before morning? I couldn’t wait to see!
‘N. C. S.’ would be blotted, leaving ‘W. F. C.!’
A blink of my eye, and a nod of my head
Soon gave me to know I was practically dead;
Lack of sleep, I remembered, makes not for good work;
I climbed in my bed; turned over with a jerk,
And pulling the covers up to my nose.
And giving a nod, I knew I’d soon doze.
But I had to admit, it wasn’t an odd sight.
For here at Meredith, it’s aU in a night.”
Merry Christmas! Happy New Year!
Getting packages wrapped for Christmas are Virginia Wiiliams, Ruby Britt
Sue Wilson. ’
Meredith Angels Send
Letter to Saint Nick
Societies Send Greetings
ASTROS
Each year at Christmas the Astros
open their hearts to the children o '
St. Agnes hospital, and send a small
delegation over to the children’s
ward with gifts for all the.children.
We are planning to go there next
Friday afternoon. Already, the
Astros are pouring in with gaily
wrapped gifts hoping to brighten up
Christmas for the sick children.
For our December 8th meeting,
we journeyed to the Hut for a de
licious spaghetti supper. Loree Keen
was in charge of the preparations,
and we all agreed she really knows
how to make spaghetti. Earlier this
year we went down to the Hut on a
Saturday night for an over-night
party there. Those who didn’t poop
out until the wee hours enjoyed
bridge, hot chocolate, uke playing,
and gossiping. Miss Cunningham
came along too, to catch up on the
latest gossip. The two big fires kept
us plenty warm, and most of us
found enough cushions to soften up
the floor. It was really fun.
To each and every one of you,
the Astros would like to wish a very
Merry Christmas and a Happy New
Year! See you in ’55.
PHIS
The Phis got together and held a big
meeting;
’Decided to send forth a Thanksgiv
ing greeting
To someone who needed a helping
—small bit
That just in a gay, wicker basket
would fit.
’Decided to do the same ’bout De
cember
At Christmas. The Phis found it
good to remember
That giving brings blessing and joy
to the heart.
(They wish they could make it an
every-day art.)
The meeting proceeded; discussion
came fast;
New plans were evolved as well as
some past—
The Phi Fashion Show is a date to
note well
(They’re getting some help from
J. Powers, ’hear tell!)
The month, February; the date, not
yet set.
But Valentine’s Day is a near guess,
I’d bet!
But I’m looking ahead and forget
ting that I
Should remind you (that is, if you
are a Phi)
Of December 15 and the fun we all
had
In Society Hall — the party was
mad!
At a “pajama game” where we
laughed and ate.
Enjoyed a program and stayed up
late.
May the Phis say “Merry Christ
mas” to one and to all
And “Happy New Year” from So
ciety Hall!
DR. TILLEY READS
PAPER AT MEETING
On December 13, Dr. Ethel
TUley flew to Mexico City, Mexico,
to attend the Second Inter-American
Psychological Congress, which is
now in progress at the National
University, and to read a paper on
“Creating Mind Set in a Student
Teginning the Study of a New
Language.”
Hark the Meredith Angels shout!
One more day and we’ll be out! For
sure! Yes, these wonderful words
are on everybody’s lips, but I can’t
imagine why? After all, what’s go
ing to be in the various towns dur
ing the holidays that we don’t have
here? (It doesn’t take long to de
cide, does it?) The girls are pretty
excited for some odd, unknown rea
son, because surely as December
“rolled around” this year, they be
gan dragging suitcases out of closets
to begin the dreadful job of packing.
(It must be a long one too!)
Well, let’s see now. We’ve
planned our hall parties, pulled out
long flannels to go Christmas carol
ing, packed our clothes (they’ve
been packed for quite awhile) fin
ished Christmas shopping for our
classmates, and last of all we’ve
made exciting plans for those glori
ous days at home. But wait! Have
we done everything we need to do?
Do you know what we’ve com
pletely let slip our mind? Writing
dear ole’ Saint Nick. (How we for
got that I’ll never know.) Guess
we’d better get that letter started
l5efore it’s too late, for Santa might
just forget about us Meredith girls
in the rush.
Dear Santa:
We Meredith girls are hoping
you’ll remember us on Christmas
Eve this year, because we’ve all
been “good,” sweet, little angels.
(We live on the angel farm you
know.) Really, we’re law abiding
students, for we don’t visit fraternity
houses without permission, go to
Johnny’s, Cooper’s, Mann’s, or
don’t even wear socks further down
town than the Varsity Theater.
(Aren’t we good?)
We realize, Santa, that it isn’t
exactly” possible for you to carry
fur coats, cashmere sweaters, and
cars for all of us in your “little” red
sleigh. (It would be nice though)
but try to remember us in a few,
small, considerate ways such as:
Bring us a package of unlimited
privileges and unlimited weekends.
If possible, we’d also like to have
additional, unlimited class and
chapel cuts. (Wouldn’t that*be a
“fine” present?) Give us a week or
two at home during semesters in
stead of those terrible exams sched
uled. Bring the school new clocks
which will wait for all girls to sign
in before they strike the dreadful
call-down time. Since these will be
quite ^ large package, we’ll just ask
for one more thing—a package of
heat for the ice-cold rooms (so that
we won’t have to grope our way
through icicles), and a bag of cold
wind to cool the hot, stuffy rooms.
Dear Santa, please consider us
obedient girls, and please “be good
to us” in these few wishes and de
sires. Don’t forget to help make
this Christmas and New Year the
happiest ever for the teachers, stfi-
dents, and workers at Meredith Col
lege in Raleigh, North Carolina.
(We’re all looking forward to hav
ing a wonderful time during the
holidays.) Please don’t pass over
our houses without stopping. (But
don’t leave any switches when you
stop either.) Thank you, Santa
Claus.
Sincerely,
The Meredith Angels
Kappa iVu Sigma
Holds Coffee Hour
The Meredith College chapter of
Kappa Nu Sigma entertained the
faculty and staff who are members
of Phi Beta Kappa, Sigma Psi, or
Kappa Nu Sigma, at a coffee hour
December 8. Guest for the occasion
was Dr. Sankey Blanton, President
of Crozer Theological Seminary in
Chester, Pennsylvania, who hac
spoken to the student body in
chapel. Dr. Rose, sponsor of the
group, presided at the coffee table.
Members present were Betty
Ball, Ernestine Cottrell, Leah Scar
borough, and Carolyn Wood. Fac
ulty and staff attending were: Dr.
Campbell, Dean Peacock, Dr. Wal
lace, Miss Axworthy, Dr. Tilley, Dr.
Mary Yarborough, Miss Hafner, Dr.
Johnson, Dr. Garner, and Mrs.
Marilyn Upchurch.
Meredith College Library
RsJdgh, N. C.
History Department
Active in Fall
On November 11-13, Dr. Wal
lace and Dr. Keith attended the
Southern Historical Association
meeting in Columbia, South Caro
lina. They also attended the N. C.
College Conference at Winston-
Salem. Dr. Wallace is Secretary of
the Co-operative Research Commit
tee of this organization.
The week-end of October 31,
several members of Dr. Keith’s
colonial history class were privi
leged to travel to Williamsburg.
They stayed at the Randolph Patton
House (somebody slept in La Fay
ette’s bed), visited the capital by
candlelight, toured the Gover
nor’s Palace, visited Bruton Parish
Church and other points of interest.
Those making the trip were: Dr.
Wallace, Dr. Keith, Betty Smith,
Barbara Poole, Alice Fay Franklin,
Violet Overton, Meredith Buffaloe,
and Cathy Atkins.
Dr. Lemmon presided over a
conference of faculty members of
the Social Studies Departments of
Baptist Colleges which she and Dr.
Wallace attended at Mars Hill, N. C.
At the October meeting of the
N. C. History Club, Dr. Keith was
elected to the council of the club.
Dr. Lemmon read a paper on Tal-
madge at the same meeting.
Most of us are planning to spend
a very, very, merry Christmas in
our own homes this year, but a
few are going to have very special
holidays. Plans include travel,
parties, reunions, and weddings.
Going north during their vacation
we find Ann Middleton, who is
Washington bound, and Gertrude
Bridges, who plans to visit in Nor
folk. In the opposite direction we
see Susie Walker headed for At
lanta, and Francis Parker and Thel
ma Strickland looking forward to
their trip to Florida. Betty Jean
Davis looks west to Iowa, while
Bobbitt Clay is making a special
trip to Texas to meet her future in
laws. Daphene Mayton is traveling
to Crestwell, N. C., to spend the
holidays with her sister.
Kay Marshall and her Grey are
going to Charlotte to attend the
Charlotte-Citadel Club Dance with
Nancy Corzine and Charles Skid
more. Jenny Capps is going up to
Shelby to visit Dot Dover. We hear
Dot is having a big Masquerade
Party, and several Meredith girls
will be going up. Verna Wooten and
two of her New Bern friends are
having a big formal dance to which
Annette Lee, Liza Culberson, Bar
bara Churchill, Kitty Holt, Janet
Fulcher, Genny Capps, Sara Lee,
Susie Walker, and several other
Meredith girls are going. Sylvia
Schanck and Corinne Lowery are
planning to party at the beach.
Pat Allen and Mish English are
especially looking forward to the
holidays because their boy friends
will be home after a long, long time,
and Elladene Johnson will be with
her Carolina boy.
Of course, the happiest Christmas
holidays will go to our brides —
Carolyn Wood, and Carolyn Rid
dick. To them, our heartiest con
gratulations.
And, oh yes—Cathy Atkins is
going to write a term paper.
KIM SPEIVDS
(Continued from page two)
splits, pop com and movies. How
could she?
Kim doesn’t know much about
dying. She has a hard time figuring
out why some of her playmates have
suddenly “gone away.” Her childish
mind can’t understand why others—
young and old—can go away from
her little world and she can’t. Every
thing comes hard for Kim.
She doesn’t know that the only
reason most of them are dying is be
cause of a lack of medicine. Words
like diazone, propone, and DDS
mean nothing to her. She doesn’t
mow that these “big words” could
bring her about fifty more Christ
mases.
But others know. They know
that they can’t get enough of it to
treat any but a few of the cases.
They know that there just isn’t
enough to go around; that as a re
sult, the curable cases—^like Kim’s
— become incurable by the time
they get the medicine.
But Kim can’t see the vicious
circle. She doesn’t know that her
mother and father might be with her
still if they had had those “bie
words.”
I told Kim that maybe, as a
Christmas present. I could get some
people in the United States to help
ler and her friends; to send some
of those “big words”; to send food
and clothing.
I told her that someone might
even be able to send some toys for
her and for the other children. I
promised to get her some things
from that world that she has never
mown. I didn’t have the guts to
say otherwise.
After all, it’s Kim’s last Christ
mas.
Editor’s note: Anyone interested
in helping Kim and the other citi
zens of the “forgotten town” may
send articles of clothing, food, toys
or donations to: Public Information
OflSce, Headquarters, 7th Transpor
tation Port Command (C), APO
59, c/o PM, San Francisco, Calif