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T HE T W I G
Published Biweekly as the Offioial Organ of the Student
Body of Meredith College
Katheiiine SnuFonb ; :.....1Sditor
B'kances Pittman Associate JSditor
Mary Johnson MacMillan Associate Editor
Kate Mills Suiter Business Manager
Hezj:n Hilliard Assisiani Business Manager
Mary Janb Lindt£y Assisfont Business Manager
Elelmior Edwards Managing Editor
Frances Tatum Managing Editor
Dorothy LowDCR&tiLK Managing Editor
Ruth Purvis Typist
Rdth ABBBNETray Art Editor
Kate Covington Feature Editor
Reporters
Ethel Knoit Maboaret Grayson
Lillian Poe Mildred Ann Critoiier
ViRQiNiA Reynolds Annie Elizabe^'h Coward
Entered as sectind-clasa matter October 11, 1923, at Postoffice at
Raleigh, N. C., under Act of March Z, 1879.
Acceptance for mailing at special rate of postage provided for In
Section 1103, Act of October 3, 1917, authorized October 11. 1923.
8«6aTlp«on Price.
THE EXTRA THINGS
Last week tlie Civic Music Association held its annual drive
for members, offering them the best in music coming to Raleigh
during the winter months. Tliis week Miss Virginia Branch, of
the Meredith College Music Faculty gave a piano recital in the
college auditorium. Josef Hoffman, world renowned pianist, re
cently gave a recital in a neighboring city.
The Meredith College Library contains valuable and worth
while books on every imaginable subject, besides the best of cur
rent fiction.
The Library also takes some magazines called The Atlcmtic
Monthly, Havp&r's Miorvthly, A Review of Reviews, Tivie, The
Forum, The Reader's Digest, and scores of others, bringing to the
campus contemporary fiction, criticism and editorial comment.
An aij; exhibit was on display recently in the college parlors.
The pictures were excellent prints of sketclies by living, well-
known American artists. Another of tliese exhibits will be shown
later in the winter.
Perhaps too much in recent years the phrase, “Lessons aren’t
everything,” has been quoted to educationally, aspirant freshmen.
Likewise to educationally aspirant sophomores, juniors and seniors.
By now we are all pretty thoroughly agreed tliat lessons aren’t
everything; Now, apparently another fallacy is confronting us,
growing out of the advice given us to minimize lessons, class dis-
cus.sions, and other trivialities to their rightly infinitesimal place
on tiie college campus. A balanced ratio must be worked out by
each student individually, giving proportionate time to academic
work, recreation, and certain other activities which go to make
up a college career, as such.
Although, as we have all, no doubt, been told our education
continues all through our lives it is a recognized fact that how
we spend our time in college, during our formative years, directs
the course of our knowledge and further learning in the years to
come. The years in college will in all probability constitute tlie
most concentrated “dose” of education most of us will ever receive.
It’s up to us to do with them what we will.
After wo Iiave proportioned our time, giving lessons, and rightly
so, the biggest part, there >will. be, besides actively recreational
time, valuable hours for our disposal. Tliere are so many lovely
and worthwliilc things which we can became acquainted with, and
liave, and enjoy all the rest of our lives. This winter in Raleigh
will witness a wealth of the nation’s finest artists in several fields.
Whether we take advantage of tliese opportunities to hear tlie
best and loveliest' of entertainment is up to us. It is also up ito
us whetlier we let them slip by unnoticed because we hadn’t the
time, energy, locomotive power, or whatever it takes to attend
them. ' , '
No, lessons aren’t everything, arid neither are campus extra
curricular activities, and neither are music concerts, art exhibits,
and worthwhile books^ jbut it take^.each'of ^hem 'tb make a wdl-
rounded college student, and after it^s all oyer, we’ll be wonder
ing ourselves \yhich wap the mpst important, attd be mighty glad
we did what we did in any of them. '
M. ,
Kotember 14, 1936
The Student Speaks
An Open Forum for Student
Opinion
DAY STUDENTS’ PROBLEMS
I was asked the other day If day
students have any problems, to which
question I now reply, yes.
' For one thing, we do not receive
notice of the activities which go on
but are not' posted on the bulletin
boards. I always try to look carefully
on all the bulletin boards every day
and I know a good many of the other
girls do, too. Among other things, I
do not believe we were noticed of the
Junior Class meeting at which a de
cision was made as to what kind of
Jackets to have. We have not yet been
told anything about them—officially—
except the price and when the deposit
is to be made. This is no slam on
the Junior Class—I. just happened to
think of that example first. This may
seem to be only a small matter, but
then we do really like to feel a part
of the organization and social life of
the coljlege as well as members of the
classroom.
For another thing, we should like
to be better represented in the Stu
dent Government. If I am not mis
taken, we have only one representa-
tlv for about a hundred girls, which
number, I believe, Is not quite pro
portionate. We realize that many of
the problems taken up in the council
do not aifect us, but then there are
many others that do.
Then there is the question of ‘‘Big
Sisters." While some of the town
freshmen have Big Sisters, many
others do not. I recall that I did not
have one and I always felt that I had
missed something, when I would hear
the resident students speak proudly
of theirs. The day students do not
need them so much as the others, I
know, but I believe they appreciate
being thought of In that way.
On the other hand, we do appreci
ate the cooperation which you have
given us. We always receive The Tioig
and The Acorn promptly, both of
which we enjoy very much. We ap
preciate the resident freshmen’s en
tertainment of the town freshmen.
And your consideration of us In the
matter of chapel excuses when the
hour of chapel Is not convenient to our
schedule means much to us.
Jean LIghtfoot.
No Apple Pie
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Minnie The Moocher
By KATE COVINGTON
The Twig Regrets
Tms Twig staff wishes to offer a
profound apology to the public in gen
eral and the English faculty in par
ticular. Several Issues ago the glar
ing error ‘‘the Reverend Gardner” ap
peared on tlie front page. Repri
manded, the staff swore that sucli a
thing should never happen again. But
alas for resolutions—the last Issue
carried the same error In a headline.
The staff wishes all and sundry to
know that carelessness In proof-read
ing, not Ignorance, caused the catas
trophe, and that it won't happen again
—if we can help It.
We trust that the raw, shattered
nerves of the English faculty will soon
become, normal, and that the profes
sional reputation of that body will be
restored by the subsequent Issues. of
This Twio.
, I: ' The Staff.
Freshmen Handicapped
Distrapted i gifls . running dizzily
around, murderous looks cast at elated
whisperers, regretful (I doubt It!), but,
nevertheless relieved faces at the sight
of hopeless cbuntenances of members
of other classes—these have been the
order ,of the; last; fevf week^. Stunt
night, crowning eyent for class rivalry,
is now upon iis,' and, prepared or not,
our time has come to display talents
and fruits of labor. Upperclassmen
have been trudging, the streets and
pouring over manusorlpta ever since
, .. (P].aasQ.turn, to.page four), ,
“Come with me to Aunt Mary’s this
afternoon," said Mary Johnson, and
we can eat apple pie and walk.”
"We—er;—can eat apple pie and
walk?” I repeated, dazzled.
Nothing of particular note occurred
on tlie way except that a bus driver
saw his duty only too clearly ai^ut
our riding all the way on our charm
alone. He even failed to make allow
ances for whose aunt we were going
to see. When we got off, we ran two
blocks and down to the third house
In the third row chasing a woman who
had a bunch of tulips In her hand,
only they weren’t tulips. On second
thought, maybe they were tulips, but
not quite as floral as one might hope,
having run unceasingly for going on
three blocks. Making clever remarks,
we passed on.
It was comparatively early when we
reached the house. Mary Johnson
rang the bell and we waited. She
rang It again and waited. Then I
rang it and waited. Pretty soon we
were both waiting.
By and by tlie door was pulled open
by a colored maid who wore purple
and chewed without purpose, She
held a book which she read unemo
tionally, also unceasingly.
“Is Aunt Mary here?” asked Mary
Johnson brightly.
“Naw,” said the colored creature,
turning a page and looking noncom
mittal.
"Is she in Raleigh?” Not quite as
sparkllngly, perhaps, but with consid
eration.
“Naw.’' She chewed on and on.
Mary Johnson looked more like her
forefathers at sea, and suggested,
“She’s coming back this afternoon?"
“Naw,” said the maid.
I felt it was only natural that I add
a little something to the conversation.
“When is she coming back? Do you
know?”
“Naw,” she fingered a page, stopped
chewing, and began again.
“Did she leave any menage?”
The door was swinging back and
forth against portions of her feet, and
she gave it an unconscious whack be
fore replying “Yeah.” ' ‘
“Get that down.” I said in an aside
to my Mary, “We don’t want to for
get it.”
“What was the message?” I in
quired charmingly.
“Tell the man when he come t'
•n’ see where the-knock in the kel-
vinator’s at.”
I yawned. “You—er—have some
thing there.” I said to Mary Johnson.
She looked at the vision of Irtveli-
ness before ua and said rather hard,
"No message for me?”
“Naw.”
“Where’d you say she was?”
“I can’t say.” She chewed this out.
“Well, tell us,” I commanded.
“N’ Yawk.” Simple, just like that.
“Did anybody go with her?” I asked.
‘‘Don’t tell me. Let me guess,” said
Mary Johnson.
"Yeah.”
“Uncle Roy and the boys?”
“Yeah.”
“Well when slie comes ba^k, tell
Aunt Mary I came to see her. Will
you?”
“Yeah, Y’ any kin to ’er?”
“Naw,” said Mary Johnson.
“Wiiat’s that you're reading?” I
asked the girl. She held up a thick
volume entitled. Genuine Anti^ie Fur
niture, by Arthur de Bias.
“Dear . . . dear . .. aren’t you afraid
you'll come across something you
won’t understand?” 1 queried.
“Naw,” said she.
The door slammed as we turned
down the steps.
“Er. . . No apple pie,” Mary John
son remarked.
“Naw,” I agreed.
At the Theatres
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In “The Great Zlegfeld,” opening at
the State Theatre Tuesday for flve
days, motion pictures have picked up
the torch where the late Florenz Zieg-
feld laid it down and have succeeded
In out-Ziegfelding the great Zlegfeld
himself. ,
"The Great Zlegfeld” has everything
that a great musical picture should
have.
During this engagement only the
feature will begin at 11:16, 2;'20, 5:30
and 8:40. A news completes the pro
gram.
Three, new .song hits, all . authored
by , Arthur Schwartz and Howard
Diet?-, Broadwa;y’8i rhythm kings, are
featunetl in “Under Your Spell,” the
tune triumph starring Lawrence Tib-
bettj which comes Sunday and Mon
day to the Palace Theatre.
They are:
“Under Your Speli;” "Amigo” and
t'My Little; Muj^e Wagon." [ ,
Lawrence ^ribbett’s Isuppprting capt
Inolu4ea W.endy Barrie, Gregory Ratqft
and Arthur Treacher.
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