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. Page Two '-' Jr. THE TWIG Saturday. May 28,1942 The Twig Published by the student body of Meredith College Editorial Staff Cornelia Hebhimo : Editor LvTTON TiNGLEY Associote Editor Rachel Fulton - Monoginjr Editor Mattie Irene Bauch Manacrinff Editor LoRRAiNB Chappell Managing Editor Kathryn Sutton Managing Editor Martha Anne Allen Columnist Elizabeth Miller Sports Editor Virginia Greene Mtwic Editor Beverly Anne Money Cartoonist Business Staff Elizabeth Coleman Business Manager Gertrude Hardison Circulation Manager Catherine Powell Nancy Johnston Entered as second-class matter October II, 1923, at Post Office at Ralelsh, N. C., under Act of March 3, 1879. GRADUATION All of a sudden, it closes down around you like a summer storm; all enveloping; all ab sorbing; then, just like the storm, it goes quite suddenly, leaving you out there in space; high and dry. I am speaking of graduation; something you look forward to in a vague.sort of way from the first day you register in a college; a goal you set for yourself to be rcachcd in four years. What you have heard or seen of oth- er graduatiotis shapes your ideas of your own; and you cxpcct to pass through a panorama of caps and gowns, white dresses, invitations, diplomas, daisy chains, and all the other dress ings that accompany graduation exercises. But . . . you don’t. The tide of things gets stroi\ger and sweeps you into a whirlpool of emotions you never dreamed of experiencing. Nothing was ever quite like this . . . nothing will ever be .igain. You want to graduate . . . but not cxactly. You want a diploma ... a job . . . but do you? For the past sixteen ycarsc you have been attending school during the winter months and playing during the summer moiitlis. Now ... no summer vaca* tion, no fall registrations, no school clothes to buy . . . but there will be ... no home work, your own income, more clothes, new faces. That hurts . . , the new faces. All the old girls you've been passing daily on the campus, in schoolrooms, in halls . . . they’ll be here next year . . , not you. But you ... oil yes, you are left high and dry ... no strings, no goal... just yet. But you the jiraduate will start wedging your foot in here and there and finally your foot will fit and the job is yours. All your months of sHidciit Kachiny will rush in to protect you. The liicnds ynu have made and the thitiys you li;ivc accomplished will tell their story. Yiiu will have set another goal. The wDild will ix; yours, and the cycle will begin again. Another "oal . . . another set of habits . . . anntlier rL'kictance to leave , . . and some call it life . , , hut your way of life after the diploma will not Iv loo different from your way of' life hofore the diploma . . . you shaped th:it long ago. Meanwhile, all the beautiful haze of graduntirni is before you, a senior. For a few days it will all be your show, with you the leading lady. And the gracious lady that you have become will be continuing to take Kjws fvojii now on. . . . —D. B. CULTIVATION The heart must always keep Alight, apart, A place for sowing seeds When fine thoughts start. The heart must always keep F;imiliar, known; A place for reaping fruits When ihohghts are grown. —Mary E. Adams RETORT CORDIAL A socially prnminent hostess once per suaded Oliver Wendell Holmes to attend a tea at her home. When he arrived, she intro' duced him to all her most important and im pressive friends, pi'oudly hoping that Dr. Holmes would notice am! admire the intel lectual quality of her social circle. When Dr. Holmes rose to leave, the hostess asked him hopefully, "Well, Doctor, wliat do you think of the afternoon tea?” Instead of the admiring praise which she had expected, the Doctor answered her ques tion very briefly. “It is giggle, gabble, gobble and .git,” he -.■-said. - Collegiate Creams Alack and alas! ! A columnist is given too wide a range. She can write about anything from the moon to the optical isomerism of a glucose solution (if you’re interested in the ' latter, sec Dr. Yarborough or Miss Kramer). The time is ripe for a discussion of exams, the problems which they present, or the glorious feeling we’ll all have when they’re over, but somehow that subject gets enough emphasis without my getting into it. . .. Graduation is- n’t far off and we could plunge into the congratulations, heart-aches, and fond memo ries that will accompany the 1942 commence ment exercises. But that’s an old story too, and we’ll get enough of it by the time it’s all over, so we’ll leave it here. . . . Vacation will be rolling around before we know it and what we’re going to do is of vital interest. Wow, it seems to me that everybody is headed for summer school either here or at Wake Forest; a few studes arc planning to take in Caro lina or Duke. Perhaps we’re feeling the need to get work off for next year, make up some that we slipped up on this year, or maybe we’re going to play around and ^ix vacation and studies on a wider scale .... Somehow that strikes a pleasant note some where . . . Too bad about the beaches— how’re the chances for mountain climbing' this year ? ?? ? It’s rather like somebody said: ’’The climbing’s all right, but it’s a mighty fer piece to hike from here.” No gas, no tires, and one-half pound of sugar. Oh, well, we can take it... . It's funny but I keep thinking about all the things a freshman experiences. We may have had our green spots but it seems to me that those green spots have afforded us more pleasure than anything else imaginable. We may have been right dumb and foolish last September but methinks we've improved and learned the ropes pretty well. The thought of being a sophomore and relinquishing our dorm (Stringfield Hall) to a batch of new girls brings a pang of regret and a little envy on our part. This business of being a sophomore entails a little more re sponsibility because the excuse, "I’m just a freshman; I didn’t know,” won't be of much good next year, Freshman orientation seems rather like a dream but I do mean a pleasant dream and not a nightmare. No longer do we wonder who that girl over there is or crane our necks to try and figure out who that other old student could be. Now we know that Addie Davis was one of them and that Sarah Jackson was social ’'chairmaning”, and was the other. Of course we wondered about Lib Tucker, Anne Barrow, Bep Pruitt, Margaret Martin. Rachael Lovelace, and Carolyn Duke, but now we arc wise even tho’ it took time . . . Nothing was as confusing to us as was regis tration day and all those rather stern and rather formidable (we actually thought that then) professors lined up in a row ready to give the advice which we needed so very badly . . . Gad, but it was terrific, and now we can sit back and reminisce with the best of 'em. The new annuals help a lot in bringing back things that we'd forgotten, even in this short time. All of the oldness of the school has been absorbed in us and has made us better folks, we hope. Aside from the oldness and tradi tion, the pride and joy of the campus, THE HUT. has been partially furnished and things are looking just wonderful. Every thing down there presents such a friendly and homey atmosphere that it makes me feel better just to go down there and look around. Oh, for the sizzle of a steak about so thick on the grill , . ! ! That is defi nitely the place for steak fries and little par- tics. We're bound to take grand care of THE HUT, for we have all to gain and nothing to lose . , , ESCAPE I opened the book and there lay words Like the windy flight of startled birds; Words as stark as the sweep of a sail On the green lagoon when the moon is pale. For a dream-swept hour my homesick eyes Drank deep where forest rivers rise. While wolf-packs padded with stealthy tread Up and down in the back of my head, And gray loons flapped their wings and rose From the sedgy bog where the marsh grass blows. I closed the book and laid it aside, Out the gate of my mind was open wide, And J, a truant, wild and fleet Fled through it down the narrow street, Spurning the walls—the locks on doors, Laughing at windows, scorning floors, i’ —Elizabeth Barr Hao* Purely Personal The freshmen party must have been just one big good, time—for further information ask Lulu Bell and Cliff. Fay and Jimmy looked mighty happy over at the Hill last week end—could it be love? ? ? And as for Carolina, didn’t a lot of Meredith girls look happy “Over There”? ? ? How about it, Nat K.? ? ? There were some sorta nasty cracks in our column last issue— maybe we should apologize — or • should we? ? ? Duke and her William really enjoyed Hamlet last week end and I don’t mean Shakespeares' “gla mour boy” either. That good looking picture of that good looking.senior in Sun day's paper gives .a lot of us that old-maidish feeling already, dnd here we are just in the fresh bloom of youth. We’d really like to get the low down on the Princeton Pin Betsy W’s been sporting since Easter— he must be wonderful to rate such a smile when ever it’s mentioned. Seems like this year has flown by, but a lot of water has tun under a lot of bridges this past winter; just ask anybody! What blond from State has practically become a permanent fixture of the Rose parlor this winter—just stroll through any old Sundaynight and you’ll find him and Horty discussing the situation. Wonder why it was so hard for the JiJniors and Seniors to get dates for their banquet when those green (?) freshman had enough, and then some, for their hay ride? When we asked Jane P. if it is true about her new Lexington love affair she says, ” ‘Speck’ so." What have th^ Fort Bragg boys got that State boys haven't —Isabel D, and Margery P? ? ? Who's worried about exams? Everybody! ! 1 Book Review The White CItffs, a long poem by Alice Duer Miller, is a beauti ful picture of the English people, their strength and loyalty, their courage and endurance. The story is appropriately centered in war- time England. • Susan Dunne, an American girl from New England, is visiting in London and falls in love with an Englishman. She marries him a week after England entered the first world war, and goes' to live with her mother-in> law while her husband is in France. In moving words she describes the uncomplaining staunchness of the English mother, whose heart could not forget for a moment her bOys in the trenches. Susan bears a child who must be named Percy because "the eldest is always call ed Percy, dear,” and her joy seems to be complete when John, her soldier-husband, comes home on leave. When the Americans come over to reinforce the Allied' de fense, she is confident that the dawn is coming after the dark night of war. After the declara tion of peace, news comes that John has been killed. Because her son is heir to his father's country estate, Susan con tinues to live there, and as time goes on she becomes^ more and more a part of England, Her son is brought up true to English tra dition as his father was before him. When war comes a second time and Susan must face the probable loss of her son, she begins to won der if the fight is worthwhile. She realizes that the English people are as liberty-loving as the Ameri cans are, and traces the feeling of both countries to the same source when she' writes the following lines: TR'f A vtcTony JilLK mi Cmltiiultd if Ihi American Sxltlv tf OatiotnltU. A Ipha PspOmega The Alpha Psi Omega, national honorary dramatic society of Meredith College, held its tegu lar meeting in the Astro Hall, Wednesday, May 12, at 9:30 o' clock. A brief business session was held in which officers for the coming year were elected. They are: President, Helen Scarborough; Vice-President, Annie Mary Mat thews; and Secretary-Treasurer, Bobbie Green. I’he n\ain feature of tlic even ing consisted of the traditional initiation of tlie following new members: Bobbie Green, Doro thy lloland, Betty Rose Prevatte, and Evelyn Bowers. After this, a salad and cake course was en joyed by all present. Wit’s End Oft in the stilly sight 1 work upon a paper. My memory has no light. It's vanislied in a vapour. I feel like one Who treads alone. Some banquet hall deserted. All else have fled, I'm almost dead. My effort all exerted. Thus, in the stilly night I cease to think of merits. Sad memory fails with light To bolster my weak spirits. When I remember all The friends, so lightly sassy, I've heard around me call They’ve finished their last essay. The smiles, the cheers Of girlliood years, The words of joy then spoken. But for myself I weep in stealth, My cheerful heart is broken! Thus in the stilly night While others softly slumber I feel I’ve lost the light And couldn't be much dumber. Bryn Mawr College >(eivs And were they not English, our forefathers, never more English than when they shook the dust of her sod From their feet forever, angrily seeking a shore Where in his own way a man might worship his God, Never more English than when they dared to be Rebels against her— that stern intractable sense Of that which no man can stomach and still be free, Writing: "When in the course of Inunan events. . .” Writing it out so all the world could see Whence come the powers of all just governments. The tree of Liberty grew and and changed and sjiread. But the seed was English, I am American bred, I have seen much to hate her much to forgive, But in a world where England is finished and dead, 1' do not wisl\ jo live. Miss Miller's descriptions of the English scenes arc real; her des criptions of the people, magnifi cent, Her style is simple, concise, and stirring. The poem is worth reading if only for the lump it will bring into your throat. If it makes you more conscious of the true siprit of England, it has served a worthy purpose, Sociology Club The Meredich bociology Club Day Officers Day student officers have been elected. Mattie Irene Baugh was chosen president; Virginia Melvin, vice-president; Ethylene Bryson, secretary; Emily Olive, treasurer; Betsy McMillan, reporter; Marg-. aret Lassiter, chairman of house committee; Ruth Wyman, Student Government representative; and Marjorie Valentine, social chair man. Christine Webb will head the sophomore class for next years as president. Other officers are Car olyn Creech, vice-president; Don- iphon Gilberson, secretary; Heidi Caison, treasurer; Anna Catherine Barden, as. Student Government, representative; and Mary Cathe rine McIntyre, as health represen tative. The junior class officers are Virginia Ayers, president; Anne Ray Kramer, vice-president; Mary had its annual picnic in the hut on Hill, treasurer; Mary Lib Wilher- Thursday, May 7. Boys from thelson, health chairman; and Eleanor Sociology Department of State College were guests. The enter tainment was in the form of group singing. Hot dogs, marshmallows and lemonade were served. Dr. and Mrs, Sanford Winston were guests, Mrs, Winston is the fac ulty advisor of the club. Doro- dent, and Dorothy Riggs is in coming president. Senior Class Gift The Senior class presented the Hut committee witli $25.00. The money. was made by the seniors answering questionnaires concern ing opinions about silver patterns. Each senior was paid 25c by the Consumer's Research, and the money was combined to make the gift to the Hut. Vereen, secretary. President for the senior class for next year will be Elizabeth Riggs, Katherine Sutton is vice- president. Others are Virginia Bailey, secretary; and Mary Fran ces Kerr, as treasurer. , Halls To Be Called Correctly Recently a campaign to call campus buildings by their proper names has been underway. In stead of going to tl^e Administra tion building, we go to Johnson Hall. A dorm is Jones Hall; B, Faircloth; C, Vahn; and D. Stringfield. The project is being backed by the entire student body who think that A, B, C, and D sound too much likk wards in. asylum or penitenti;^ .• Ode to Myself Whicli reminds me of a little ditty I heard the otlier day: "When they passed out the ears, I thought they said beers, And 1 said I'd have two large ones. 'Wlien they passed out the noses, I thought they said roses. And I said I'd have one large red one. Colton English Club Hears Miss Baity On Thursday night, May 22, the Colton English Club met, end ing a year of accomplishment. Miss Baity was the speaker. Most of the work has been done on the Browsing Room on second floor in Jones Dormitory. New cur tains and a new lamp have been bought to put there. Several weeks ago a book campaign was conducted! Twelve dollars and 25 books were collected. Each dormitory gave their l»oks to one certain person. Nancy Johnston for A, Dot House ii^'B,'and Doris Jean Bordeaux, had charge of the facMl' When they passed out tlie looks, 1 thought they said books. And I said I wouldn’t have any. "When they passed out the brains, I thought they said trains, And I missed mine; ain't I a mess?" —Carolinian Education Club The Education Club held its last meeting of the year and the of ficers for the following year were elected. They are as follows: President, Gloria. Watson V i c e r President, Kathleen Thompson Here, Say, Is Bit of Hearsay Men are what women marry. They have two feet, two hands, and sometimes two wives, but nev er more than one dollar or one idea at a time. Generally speaking, they may be divided into three classes: hus bands, bachelors, and widowers. A bachelor is an eligible mass of ob stinacy entirely surrounded by sjs- picion. Husbands are of three types: prizes, surprizes, and con solation prizes. Making a hus band out of a man is one of the highest forms of plastic arc known to civilization. It requires science sculpture, common sense, faith, hope and charity. But the great' est of these is charity, If you flatter a man, you fright- en him to death. If you don't, you bore him to death. If you permit him to make love to you, he gets tired of you in tlie beginning. If you wear gay colors, rouge, and a startling hat,' he hesitates to take you out. But if you wear a little brown hat and a tailor-made suit, he takes you out and stares all evening at a woman in gay clothes, rouge, and a startling hat., —Carolinian The U. S. Employment Service Is working on plans for handling thb recruiting of women for tarm work In areas where the usual la bor supply may be short this year. Our Job Is to Save Dollars ^
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