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THE TWIG
March 18, 1955
^Now When I Was Your Age’
After reading the umpteenth report on the present state of the younger
generation in last week’s Colliers we feel that our elders are possibly
getting a little too nosey in putting us under their microscope.
It’s like eating Druthers. After Time came out with their so-called
authentic report, every magazine had to follow suit and bring to the
ears of our elders a deathless article on what makes the younger genera
tion tick. Editors seem to feel that they just can’t say enough on the
subject.
The eternal question seems to be why don’t we swallow goldfish, sit
on flag poles and carry hootch in flasks; they seem particularly disap
pointed when we don’t come up with enough radicals to satisfy a compari
son with the roaring twenties.
Perhaps the general feeling among “the kids” of today is that they don’t
want to get losted in the lost generation. A few of us seem reluctant to
imitate the insane antics of our ciders.
Please don’t be affronted if we don’t dance on table tops, go roaring off
to immortal grid classics in rackety coon coats and get wildly drunk. Bear
up under our childish whims.
We would really like to be left alone to work out our own little plans
and possibly with a little luck leave a more settled world than the Roaring
Twenties left us.
—Northern Student, Bemidji (Minn.) State Teachers College.—ACP
THE GIRLS BEHIND THE DESKS
By JOYCE HERNDON
There are many people on this
campus who deserve much more
credit than they receive. The girls
who work in the library are just
such a group. Have you ever
stopped to think what happens to
that book or magazine you leave at
the circulation desk or in the re
serve room? Well, if you haven’t,
then you don’t fully appreciate the
work of the librarians. First of all
the cards must be put back in the
book, then the book is taken to the
stacks and returned to the shelf ac
cording to the Dewey Decimal sys
tem. Magazines are treated the
same way, except they must be put
in the magazine storage room.
Along with these jobs there are nu
merous others which take both time
and effort; cards must be typed for
the books in the stacks and the ones
on reserve; magazines are stamped
as they come in, new books are
checked for missing pages or blurred
print and marked with the Meredith
stamp. Also the assistant librarian
must be handy with tape for mend
ing torn books.
One of the things the librarians
enjoy and get a lot of fun from is
watching people as they go by, and
seeing our expressions as we check
out books. One could do quite a bit
of personality study in the library.
There are some who appear quite
interested in what they are checking
out, others seem rather indifferent,
and then there are those poor souls
who just have to read that book be
cause it is required. These people
are very easy to spot by their woe
ful and resigned faces.
The busiest time of day for the
library assistants is 9:50 p.m. If you
have been in the library then you
will know what I am talking about.
People are hurrying here and there
taking a book that must be read by
tomorrow, asking questions, signing
cards, and dashing out. All this
time the librarian calmly does her
work and utters not one complaint.
Our library assistants are very ef
ficient and are to be commended,
but if they ever do have a special
group just made to be librarians,
Ann Cashwell has told me what
they will look like. They will have
four hands for the 9:50 rush, three
ears for inquisitors, a Dewey De
cimal mind, and a charming smile
which can be flicked on and off at
a moment’s notice even in the most
exasperating situation. Since I’m
afraid these people will not appear
for quite a while I think we should
be glad that we have the next best
thing. Our hats are off to the girls
behind the desk. Our assistant li
brarians this semester are; Mary
Ann Braswell, Lela Cagle, Ann
Cashwell, Carol Cooke, Joy Curtis,
j Ann House, Elladene Johnson, Nan
cy Joyner, Pat Kerley, Virginia
Morris,, Emily Newman, Sandra
Peterson, Polly Richardson, Jeanette
Sanders, Jo Ann Selley, Mamie
Alice Shutt, Betty Ann Smith, and
Thelma Strickland.
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STUNT NIGHT
CURTAIN CALLS
The Late Christopher Bean, one
of the most successful comedy hits
of the American theatre, will be pre
sented by the Meredith Playhouse
on April 1 and 2. The curtains will
open at eight each evening in Jones
Auditorium for this production di
rected by Mrs. Evelyn da Parma.
The play, which was written by the
author of They Knew What They
Wanted, Yellow Jack, The Silver
Cord, and many other stage hits, is
one of Sidney Howard’s greatest hits,
having played 224 times in New
York, and been constantly revived
by theatres throughout the country.
Although the audience neVer
meets Christopher Bean face to face,
his spirit pervades the three acts of
this comedy about a small town New
England family whose lives are com
pletely changed by the discovery
that Bean, an indigent artist whom
they had taken care of in his last
painful years, had actually been a
great artist. Remembering him only
as an accomplished tippler who,
when he wasn’t tippling, was daub
ing paint on canvasses, the simple
unsophisticated Haggett family is to
tally unprepared for the fame that
comes their way because—^in chick
en coops or as roof patches—they
have several of Bean’s paintings
around the premises.
Janice Dennis will portray the
part of Abby, the Haggett’s maid-
of-all work who realized Bean’s gen
ius all along, while Mr. Harry K.
Dorsett and Cathy Atkins will be
seen as the benign Dr. Haggett
and his gullible wife, Hannah. Other
important roles will be acted by
Shirley Harris as Ada, Diana Jones
as Susan, Bert Edwards as Warren,
Jack Sheffer as, Tallant, Jack Fish
er as Rosen and Reid Marr as Dav
enport.
Behind the scenes we have Anne
Jane Barbrey, production manager;
Carolyn Greene, costumes; Emily
Newman, make-up; Violet Overton,
lighting; Mary Kiser, tickets; Betty
Ball, publicity; Rovilla Myers, stage
props; Sally Drake, small props; Je
anne Grealish, programs; Barbara
Jean Deans, sound; and Maxine Mc-
Roy, set. These committee chairmen
do not work alone—there are many
girls who are giving of their time
and effort to make this production
possible.
Here’s hoping to see every Mere
dith “angel” at The Late Christo
pher Beanl To make it more cer
tain, get a ticket (they’ll be on sale
shortly for your guests—you are ad
mitted free, you know) and bring
along that handsome date!
Exchange Students
Speak to Club
At the Home Economics Club
meeting Thursday night, March 3,
Paul Wagner and Bobby Parker,
students from State College told
some of their experiences as ex
change students. Paul with slides of
Brazil and Bobby with some of Ire
land gave vivid descriptions of the
homes of the respective countries to
which they had been sent. Paul, in
telling of the conditions in Brazil,
made it quite clear that Brazilian
women do most of the work, even
gathering wood for heating and
cooking. With poor sanitation and
little refrigeration, housekeeping
presents a real problem, and home
makers need educational assistance.
Coffee is their chief crop, though
they do raise some tobacco.
A better idea about Ireland was
gained through Bobby’s discussion.
He pictured Ireland as an agricul-
MISH’S
MESSIN’
This place is really “rockin’
along” — especially last week end
with all those high school folks
over here displaying their musical
talents. Every year when they de
scend upon our campus, and the
cherry trees along the drive begin to
show their lovely blossoms, then I
always feel so much gayer ’cause I
know then that spring isn’t far away!
After a long winter it’s a good feel
ing!
1 liked that sign at the dining hall
door the other day: “Today is the
tomorrow you worried about yes
terday.” It’s a good thought, isn’t
it? There’s another maxim about to
morrow that is equally true: “To
morrow — today’s greatest labor-
saving device.” That last is the way
I think in the spring when I put
off things until tomorrow and head
for the outdoors or sleep late or just
procrastinate in any away. But then
—spring wouldn’t be spring without
such doings!
A couple of verses (?) which my
roommate claims (she probably
did) to have heard before:
“General Nonsense”
He stood on the bridge at mid
night
And tickled her with his toes.
But he was only a mosquito
And he stood on the bridge of
her nose.
“Ode to Teachers”
Now I lay me down to sleep.
The professor’s hard, the sub
ject’s deep.
If he should stop before I wake
Kick me hard, for goodness
sake!
You see—I’m already acting cra
zy —and spring isn’t even here yet!
I won’t even bore you with my usual
gripes.
Good luck on Stunt! Bye, now!
tural country with many crowded
villages. He was impressed, how
ever, with the picturesque cottages,
the beautiful scenery, and the hos
pitality of a generous and kind
hearted people.
DRINK
DrPeppet
WHERE MEREDITH
AND STATE MEET
ROYS
DR. PEPPER BOTTLING CO., RALEIGH, N.
angel cobbler Capezio^
is up to his old tricks. Taking the
dancer’s sole, he breathes it into a
pliant slipper and sends it earthward-to
glide you merrily thru the night, the day.