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THE TWIG
February 15, 1936
PubUshed Biweekly as the Official Organ of the SfMdent
Body of Meredith College
PAfUSE PEBHY.
Editor
Associote
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FBAiTOES Managing Editor
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Open Forum
GVESS WHOf
By HELEN HILLIARD
THINK BEFORE CRITICIZtNG
As collegc students, we arc frccjuently callcd upon to justify or
refute certain ideas and to express our opinions on plans newly prq-
])osod. Both tiie changing is.sues of our national life—the inove-
inents toward peace, tlie problems of ci'ime, and fiscal policies ni our
government as well as tlie move intimate activities of the local
social group deiiiand a conscious attempt on our ]>art to understand
tlienj. We must then cxercisc our critical faculty, strive to dis-
tinguish the true from tlie false. The critical faculty, when exer
cised Avitli a constructive motive, is a ])roniising stride toward pro
gress, hut let us take care that it be not ai)))licd to destructive ends.
When one comments on the decisions of comicils, the altering of
rules, and certain restrictions, let him first be mindful of the reasons
Avhich led up to the act. An injury often seems malicious until
we learn that it was connnitted in self defense or for a worthy motive.
First of all, then, let us make an effort to understand the situation.
Everyone recognizes the fact that ability to distinguish the true
from the false is a rare gift. It demands a thorough familiarity
with the subject at hand, i>revious experience, and the power to
calculate results of certain moves. A great many Avorks of art arc
“sealed bonds” to us because we lack a knowledge and apprecia
tion of the technique of painting. This fact then siiould prompt us
to refrain from passing judgment on a thing winch lies outside
the bounds of our experience.
Tiie two previous observations open up opportunities to the alert
person. Let him seek to enrich his experiences and appreciation,
and before criticizing the plan or rule set forth attend it with the
careful consideration it deserves. Judgment pronounced in haste
will overlook causality. A thoughtful work to be ])roperly valued
calls for a thoughtful mood.
The precaution to be guarded with the utmost care is that we
make our criticism constructive. If the censure denounces, let it
be backed with evidencij which will not shirk a face to face encounter
with its victim. Better still, lot it be armed with an alternative
solution. It is only this frank, considerate judgment, formed after
reviewing the circumstances, which will enable us to move forward
as a student body.
E. E.
The Open Forum is a department for
Htudenl sentiment. The articles printed
do not necessai'ily conform to the oj>i7i-
ions of the members of the staff.
Dear Editor:
In considering the vital subject of
cliapel conduct one must keep Jn mind
several factors. Our auditorium Is not
so conducive to our idea of worship
as it might be, but do we need a
cathedral in which to worship the God
who gives us the snow and sun? It
may be iiard for some of us, who
work in the auditorium each day to
concentrate so much on anything other
than scales and exercises, but is a
fifteen-minute period the limit of our
ability to concentrate? We may not
be able to hear all that is said, but
must we talk incessantly? Does your
reverence for God extend to our
chapel services or must we use that
period aa a good old-fashioned chat-
period and of course bring knitting?)
Granted that we do not like a great
i many phases of some of our services,
why must our worship of God suffer
as a result? I would hate for God
to get none other than the chance
phrase of worship that comes from
some of our services. After ail should
the chapel period, which was original
ly meant to be solely a worship pe
riod, be a period for entertainment?
I think our chapel services can be
Improved only when each girl finds
God deeply instilled in her heart and
finds it unnecessary to have a stage-
setting In which to worship God can
be veal, but not until other things
have changed—things other than fac
ulty and students wandering in late,
an unattraptive auditorium, few hymn
books, general restlessness and unat-
tentiveness. The change must come
from within. Student body I dare you
to try to get a new conception of God
and religion in general! I challenge
you to worship Him as He should be
worshipped. F. C.
discussion groups, but what was the
topic of those Friday evening?
The Phi Hall never looked better.
The ivory walls, crimson draperies,
ivy decorations, polished floor and or
chestra really had me fooled for a
minute. Why, I actually thought it
was going to be an entertaining eve
ning-well, that just shows how mis
taken you can be. However, may I
take this small opportunity granted
me to congratulate the gals on their
boy friends. A point you can count
on is that if you ever see him again,
you’ll know he worships you.
Having accrued my required num
ber of words, may I conclude. The
affair of said type has been the cus
tom for ye-ahs and ye-ahs pawst—
therefore no one is to blame for its
continuation. But what do you say
that we get rash in the future and
maybe we can even—oh, I hardly
dare suggest it—but we might even
get up and walk around and fill up
that 'big gaping space In the middle.
Who knows, perhaps we could even
applaud the mualc-makers in a some
what hilarious manner.
O. M. E.
What—No Spinach?
By KATE COVINGTON
IN APPRECIATION
Tlie beautiful bronze portrait medallion of Dr. Delia Dixon
Carroll, which was prc.scnted to the college by the alumnae, is
a distinct contribution to art, as well as a memorial to the beloved
physician of Meredith and North Carolina.
Mrs. Julian Hughes, (Ethel Parrott of the cla.ss of ’08) was
a diploma graduate of the art department of Meredith. As a stu
dent Mrs. Hughes showed much creative ability and possessed a
distinct appreciation of form. Since leaving Meredith she has
taught in various schools, among which are Woman’s College of
Furman University, Greenville, S. C. and Chowan College, Mur
freesboro, N. C. At present Mrs. Hughes is doing a wonderful
work w’ith the children in Caswell Training School, Kin.ston, N. C.,
where she is teaching Arts and Crafts. This talented arti.st has
found that children who can do practically no mental work have
been able to make many things with their hands.
Dear Editor:
Free Speech—Not Eligible for Libel
,Wt.
Allowing for the weather and other
such minor incidentals (rented tux
edoes, revealing ungainly, long ex
tremities, and straight-backed chairs),
the Student Government Reception
was one howling, hilarious affair.
Syncopation, shimmering satin, eex-
appeal, stardust, and sleek, shining
floors Inviting, gave the evening a
touch of that magic that sets college
and young love apart. Everything
was Indeed set apart in a distinct way
—the people were set on one side, the
floor in the middle and the orchestra
aloof and majestic. A muted, hoarse,
and walling trumpet blared “1 Can’t
Give You Anything But Love” (the
regular trumpeter’s dulcet tunes were
missing because the epidemic tracked
down Don himself).
To a casual spectator, the affair
looked like a meeting of the Ladies’
Aid (the Ladies’ Aid is so overworked
and trampled in derogatory articles
of this nature) to the accompaniment
of jazz. The boys of the orchestra
really were a sight to watch. Those
lively musicians trundled in their in
struments (not the piano) as proudly
as Fi’ank Buck setting out for Africa
and the animals. After about the
third piece, they looked more like
Jeannette MacDonald singing £>ina?t
in a saloon. The music was terrific
and the orchestra really was excel
lent. One plum to Don Ellington and
Orchestra is my fervid and admiring
motion. You have to admire them
for trying. Of course If -the discus
sion groups all ai-ound the room
couldn’t seem to call to mind their
manners to the extent of even lialf-
lieartedly flapping their work-stained
Mary Johnson was doing things to
her fingernails and commenting that
the stuff smelled like lilacs when I
walked in.
"Are you ready to go?” I bombard
ed, “bombarded” not being the right
word, but havin’ vigor, nonetheless.
“Ah, youth,” answered Mary John
son, so I knew she either was or was
not.
We were supposed to meet Virginia
in the revolving door of the Post Office
up town, but for some strange reason,
she didn’t turn up . . . or ’round! . . .
and so we didn’t wait very long.
Walking down Fayetteville Street,
we passed a small alleyway shut in
by a gate of iron bars.
"Wouldn’t you like to get In there
and be a bear?” suggested Mary John
son blithely. But realizing that she
had to purchase a birthday card for
lier Mother, we pushed ever onward
through the blinding snow, me think
ing snow or no snow, my feet are
freezing. Mary Johnson thinking the
same thing nobler.
We went in a store and asked the
man to let us look at his birthday
cards. 1 think he was oldish with
gray hair and a scar on his cheek,
but he may have been youngish with
dimples. Any way he dragged out
something that looked like portraits
of Aunt Susie’s Happier Days, and
we began looking through It. We came
upon a noble sentiment dedicating the
thing to "the sweetest Mother In the
world,” but Mary Johnson said that
showed partiality. There was a dainty
message betokening that the sender
with thoughts so tender was thinking
of you with eyes so blue, but wo
skipped It. We barely paused too
over a little number which declared
that all the day In every way with
song 80 gay—etc.
"Wouldn’t Mother be surprised to
get this one!” said Mary Johnson
»0—I—ll»n —II —
a year thinking of you, dear. She
hesitated over one "To my grandson,”
but I restrained her. By and by, with
weary sighs and real heartfelt affec-.
tion, Mary Johnson selected one with
a doggie on it, and something clever,
and we loped down to the Post OfBce
to mail it.
In a tiny little lunch room we saw
a sign “Deviled crabs," so we Imme
diately went Inside, and sat down.
The man brought napkins and Iced
water, and waited for our order.
“Do you have deviled crabs?” I
asked, with glamour.
"No,” he answered with equal
glamour, and a little excess heat.
‘‘But—but you have the sign—” 'be
gan Mary Johnson, not only with
glamour, but wistfulness.
“I have no crabs.” He stated stolid
ly.
“In that case—” said Mary John
son uncertainly.
“In that case,” and I looked toward
the door, "there’s the bus,” and 1
sprang up with Mary Johnson at my
heels.
"We ought to sue him for misrepre
senting the facts,” said Mary Johnson
twenty minutes later as we stood first
on one toot and then on the other
near the corner and sighed—without
glamour.
paws, well—all we have to remark is
that there are discussion groups and I holding up a tender verse about once
AUTHORITY ON FOODS TO BE
CHAPEL ^AKER FEB. 21
Dr. 0. P. Segard, of the Wisconsin
Alumnae Research Foundation, will
speak at the regular chapel hour on
Friday, February 21. Dr, Segard is
considered an authority on vitamins
and minerals In foods, especially in
milk. He Is strongly recommended
by Mr. Warren H. Booker, of the
North Carolina State Department of
Health.
While Dr. Segard la in Raleigh ho
will (111 several other speaking engage
ments.