rr Page two THE TWIG May 23, 1958 THOUGHTS ON COMMENCEMENT Commencement week end is upon us again, if we can see it through the cloud of final exams, unfinished papers, and schedule problems for next year. Every year the graduation week end, filled with speeches, receptions, white dresses, diamond rings, joy and sadness, makes each of us stop short and survey our school experience. For the senior, it is a time to reminisce, to be happy for the good things and to put to profitable use the many mistakes made. It is her last opportunity to view the world from the shelter of a college campus. For the junior, it is a time of “fear and trembling.” The fact that three-quarters of college life is over stares one in the face with a stern glance of reproval for wasted hours and complete lack of direction. It is a time for a junior’s one last resolution to give her love and energy to the school and drain every intellectual resource open to her. For the sophomore, commencement is the beginning of her upper classman years, the years when she is no longer “just a student” but the years when she will help in the direction of student affairs. With the seniors’ leaving, her class moves up one step in the shouldering of re sponsibility. For the freshman, graduation still seems an improbable possibility. Yet, it is an event which ties her closer to the college, for she has been here a year and is, like the sophomore, taking a step up the ladder of responsibility. So it comes each year—a moment to take stock of our use of time, a moment to realize that life moves ever forward whether we choose for it to do so or not. A DIGRESSION FROM THE ARTS By MARGARET PARIS Our Wish for the Seniors Others will tell you of your great responsibility to the human race. Others will wish you success in career, graduate work, and marriage. All that is left for us to say is that we will miss you more than we like to think about, and that we wish you happiness in every endeavor. I had intended to discuss E. E. Cummings (in his older age, Mr. Cum mings had consented to let his name be spelt with capital letters); his new book Ninety-jive Poems, which will be published this fall; and the delightful evening I spent several weeks ago at Duke University, listening to Mr. Cummings read some of his earlier poetry and some of the pieces to appear in his new book; however, it is the privilege of a columnist to discuss whatever he pleases. For this reason, I shall not pursue the dis cussion of Mr. Cummings’ excellent poetry, except to urge attention to the publication of Ninety-jive Poems next November. My disgression is more editorial than literary in tone and content. I am deliberately step ping on no one’s toes; if any reader feels that I am, then I will be satisfied that she read the column as it applies to her. The reading by Mr. Cum mings first caused this feeling to arise; a little reflection emphasized my feeling: namely, that many “cultural” events in Raleigh and surrounding areas, even on our campus are neglected by Meredith students. A wave of protest greets this statement, but this protest consists mainly of guilty ex cuses by those who feel that 15 or 16 hours per semester plus the required outside class work is enough for anyone. To be a bit facetious only to make the point, I have observed that the numbers of Meredith sun-bathers is far more than the number present, for example, at the English Depart ment’s last free movie (on London and the life of John Milton), or at the Art Department’s showing of The Art oj Renoir and Picasso earlier this semester. This is not even to mention the concerts on our own campus (music majors are necessarily excluded from this point of criticism) and those at St. Mary’s and the N. C. Art Museum—Sunday afternoon, girls, right off the main bus line! Not everyone can afford Chamber Music* tickets or Little Theatre memberships; however, a gap in our college edu cation arises when we by-pass events on our own campus or in Raleigh. These movies and concerts—oh, yes, the art exhibits at the Museum, of being in the city of Raleigh and the N. C. State College Union, too are a part of the wonderful opportunities of going to a school such as Mere dith, where the faculty, at least, realizes that an education must not be confined to the classroom. Music Box By MARGARET HURST Spring was filled with graduation recitals! Pat Long closed the stu dents’ series with her most success ful organ recital Saturday night. An other organ recital was presented Monday night through the com bined efforts of Miss Swanson and Miss Haeseler. I dare say, that the members of the first-year theory class were the most enthusiastic stu dents in the audience. Three new members were ini tiated into Sigma Alpha Iota Mon day afternoon. May 12. Congratu lations go to Kay White, Rebecca Scott, and Gail Newton for this achievement. BEST WISHES The Twig staff expresses its wishes for a good summer to the faculty, staff, and administration. To those of you who are not returning next year, we say that we will miss you and hope that your new endeavor will be successful and pleasant. TO RETURNING STUDENTS To the returning students we wish the best summer ever. May you realize all your plans for the season, be they plans for money-making or sun-bathing. May you return in September, all aglow with enthusiasm for study and possessed with a sharp eye for Twig news. 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The college offers majors in twenty-one fields including music, art, business and home economics. j v. c Since 1921 the institution has been a member of the Southern Association of Colleges and Secondary Schools. The college holds membership in the Associa tion of American Colleges and the North Carolina College Conference Gradu ates of Meredith College are eligible for membership in thr An^rlcan Association of University Women. The institution is a liberal arts member of the National Assciation of Schools of Music. Subscription Rates; $2.95 per year The Twig is served by National Advertising Service, Inc., 420 Madison Ave New York 17. New York. ’ It is unfortunate that Meredith cannot get leading figures, such as Mr. Cummings, to speak, but I wonder what the attendance would be if the lecture were not required. The auditorium on the Woman’s Campus of Duke University was almost full when Mr. Cummings spoke there; it was not a required function. . . . This is perhaps a disadvantage of a small school; however, this does not excuse poor attendance at what is spon sored here on our campus. (Humor: I shall be at the door next time to take the roll!) THE EYEBALL By WHEDBEE “It’s much too hot for reason and far too warm for rhyme” Ashby-Serry Recently a class was discussing controversial topics of moral and ethical nature. When the professor asked for suggestions one Helen White replied, “How about cursing, I think that would be fun ... I mean interesting . ■. . I mean. . . .” In this time of Sputniks and Van guards racing overhead and in the age of the frantic rush to the moon, it was somewhat refreshing to hear the opinion of the eminent astrono- mist at the Kappa Nu Sigma lecture as he spoke of the green-cheese race, “The only advantage, I see, of man’s landing on the moon is to re duce by one the number of crack pots on earth.” “There was an old man of Tarentum Who gnashed his false teeth till he bent ’em. When asked for the cost Of what he had lost. He replied, T don’t know, I just rent ’em’.” Hindley. In chapel, the student leader re quested that the student body rise while singing the morning hymn. An old and weary senior, faced with ■■■ backstage ■■■ By SUE METZNER The Playhouse picnic on May 13 was a big success, as any of the members will tell you. Because of hunger, all of the members’ first hot dogs were black on the outside and cold on the inside. The second ones were warmer, but all were drowned in chili and onions. Quite a few members toasted marshmallows, but who but Jo Robinson would have thought of toasting doughnuts. Be linda Foy started a rousing game of charades which practically ended when Katie Joyce Eddins tried to act the song title “I Was Looking Back to See if You Were Looking Back to See if I Was Looking Back to See if You Were Looking Back at Me.” Believe it or not, it was guessed. To answer a much-asked ques tion: Where were Pat Maynard and I at chapel time Thursday? If you remember, Alpha Psi Omega tapped three new members, two of whom were conspicuously absent. Well, The Light Touch: The big ques tion in the Theory 2 class was “Will we ever get that free cut?” Now we know. . . . Why hasn’t someone been busy trying to interest Dr. Cooper’s young, handsome, and un married son. . . . The Music De partment will miss Mr. Turn next year. Our good wishes go with him. . . . The pianos have been tuned — at last! . . . Will Betty Jean ever imitate Miss Swanson in front of her? Miss Swanson would enjoy it. As the lid of the music box is shut for the summer months, those of us who are returning will re member with pleasure the superb performances of the talented sen iors. We, will be inspired as we think of Kay, Peggy, Clara, Pat and all the rest, and will wish them success in their future endeavors. Pat had gone downtown to take ad vantage of Raleigh sales, and I was in the Beehive eating, since I had no breakfast and one more class to go, in which it is most necessary that I look bright-eyed! . . . The Playhouse is looking forward to a big year and hopes the gradu ating seniors will attend its produc tions. It is especially sorry to part with some of its own members who have been so faithful and con tributed so much to drama on our campus. Best wishes to you all! WHAT, NO DOODLES? The author of “Denny’s Doodles” was riot carried off by the greedy ants of her last column, but her en thusiasm for writing pewspaper columns was crushed by a landslide of term-papers quizzes, and projects. So, if anyone sees the erring author lurking behind a pile of note cards, tell her that the other members of The Twig staff, while they sympa thize, deplore the loss of a good column even for one issue. Tell her that F’s may come and go, but The Twig goes on forever. CAMPUS Comt>Y the inconvenience of standing, mumbled, “Morning or ‘Mourning’ Hymn?” “Lord God of Hosts be with us yet; lest we forget, lest we forget.” Some student confused this prayer when he scribbled at the bottom of his test paper, “Lord God of Hosts was with us not; For we forgot! Lor we forgot!” In this last issue we bid farewell to all and especially to those who don the cap and gown. “I’m sure no human heart goes wrong that’s told “Good-by — God Bless You.” Eugene Field. ©PtTAV NORtAAM 'nSS~ , and I am confident that the fntur^ of the world will he in capable hands. 1.