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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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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
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backstage
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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.
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